The Magical Food God of Hogwarts

Chapter 117 I got parried again

"Really, Professor?" Lucas was taken aback for a moment, then became excited.

The little badgers heard it too, and they all turned around to discuss it excitedly, their faces full of admiration.

Since meeting Lucas, everyone has been convinced by his fame, achievements, strength, expertise, personality, and character, and they all agree that he truly deserves the title of "Rising Star." They can't even feel any jealousy.

The Hufflepuffs, in particular, are known for their integrity, loyalty, unity, and kindness. Now that such a genius has emerged from their own house and among their own people, the little badgers are all very proud and are even speaking louder to students from other houses.

Lucas's close friends, such as Hannah and Ernie, were extremely proud and overjoyed.

However, Professor Flitwick stopped the enthusiastic discussion: "Alright, children, we can't be too ambitious. Lucas has a very solid foundation, which is why he's able to learn other spells. The rest of you should practice the Illumination Charm first, and then..."

"Professor Flitwick," Ellie suddenly raised her hand, "I've learned the Illumination Charm too, and I want to learn it with Lucas. You can't be biased!"

She waved her wand and chanted a spell, and sure enough, a bright light flashed at the tip of the wand.

Professor Flitwick pondered, "Miss MacFastie...indeed, you have mastered it very well..."

"Professor, it's the same whether you herd one sheep or two, so why don't you just teach us both?" Lucas laughed. "Otherwise, Ellie will keep pestering me to learn."

Ellie quietly stretched out her foot and stomped on his foot hard.

"Alright." Professor Flitwick smiled as well. "I've also heard about Miss MacFastie's family background; having spent many years in the wilderness, they've developed a certain foundation in spells..."

"Then let's begin. Lucas, would you please come up on stage first? Miss McFastie, you can watch our demonstration first."

Professor Flitwick waved his wand lightly, and the podium, blackboard, and other items at the front of the classroom floated to the side, clearing a large space. This skillful, silent spellcasting demonstrated his power.

"At least a level six wizard." Ellie mouthed to Lucas. Ever since she learned this wizard combat power system from Lucas, she liked to use it to measure everything.

But Lucas gently shook his head: "The professor's silent levitation spell was able to move the heavy podium and blackboard; that's quite a feat. I think Professor Flitwick must be a level seven wizard."

"What, level six or seven?" Ernie overheard and whispered, "Professor Flitwick was the European dueling champion when he was young!"

Wow, Lucas's eyes lit up too. The European Duel Champion, how powerful must he be? Even if Professor Flitwick's strength hasn't reached Legendary level yet, he's not far from it.

"Lucas," Professor Flitwick said, "would you please stand on that side?"

Lucas stood on the right side of the open space as instructed, while Professor Flitwick stood on the left side.

This... Lucas suddenly had a thought: This is going to be a fight!

"Lucas, Professor Dumbledore wants me to teach you some suitable spells to match your superior magical abilities that far exceed those of your peers," Professor Flitwick said. "This is the first spell that comes to mind."

"This spell can only be fully revealed in wizard battles; only by experiencing it firsthand can one grasp its essence."

He held his wand level, an encouraging smile on his face. "Watch my movements, Lucas. As a demonstration, I'll slow it down so you can see every detail."

"Don't worry, even if you get hit, it won't hurt too much."

However, the next moment, Professor Flitwick's expression changed. He saw Lucas spread his feet apart, slightly hunch his shoulders, and flick his wrists inward, blocking most of the wand.

This is a fighting stance, and it's very standard and professional!

This child... has studied it? Let me see.

Flitwick, watching Lucas intently, slowly raised his wand.

At this moment, Lucas's senses were highly focused. He remembered Tonks's cramming-style practical instruction that day, and relaxed his gaze, no longer trying to stare at Professor Flitwick's slender wand tip, but instead broadening his vision to focus on the professor's entire body: shoulders, supporting foot, wrist.

He could clearly see Professor Flitwick holding his cane in his left hand, his left shoulder thrusting forward, his weight naturally shifting onto his left foot, creating a stable stance. At the same time, his left wrist was visibly raised upwards, shouting, "Epelliarmus!"

A striking red light shot out from the tip of the wand, heading straight for Lucas!

The badgers had been secretly peeking into the arena with one eye, and when they saw this scene, they stopped pretending and let out a gasp in unison.

But Lucas's eyes were sharp; he had already seen it clearly!

The moment the professor shifted his shoulder forward, his weight onto his left foot, and his wrist lifted, he had already clearly predicted the trajectory of the spell.

The knowledge in his mind was put into practice. Lucas suddenly exerted force in his waist and hips, pushed off with his left heel, and slid his right foot to the side and back like lightning. The red light grazed his left shoulder, struck the wall, and dissipated into a few sparks.

The little badgers couldn't help but exclaim "Wow!" Hannah excitedly covered her mouth, and Ellie's violet eyes shone brightly as she pumped her fist and shouted, "Beautiful! Lucas!"

Lucas had a sudden realization and couldn't help but look down to see if he had stepped out of the "core dodge circle." He felt that there was still a lot of room for improvement in his movements just now, and whether he could add some feints to make it easier to counterattack.

"Well done!" Professor Flitwick's small eyes lit up instantly, his voice filled with undisguised surprise.

Perfect observation and evasion!

"But... I can't give you extra points yet." He smiled, "because you shouldn't have suddenly bowed your head, Lucas."

After dodging, you should launch a counterattack, or even run away; either is better than foolishly bowing your head.

"Yes, you're right, Professor." Lucas nodded. "Should I try again, like in actual combat, Professor?"

"Of course, next, let's try normal speed." Professor Flitwick's tone remained gentle, but his entire demeanor subtly shifted, like a sharp sword revealed from its sheath. He raised his wand once more.

This time, there was no warning. Professor Flitwick suddenly swayed his shoulder to the right, and his right foot also tilted, indicating the direction of his possible attack.

But Lucas's gaze was fixed on Professor Flitwick's unmoving left foot—I realized that was his real point of leverage!

Just as his shoulder swayed, Professor Flitwick planted his left heel firmly on the ground and flicked his wrist forward with a tiny but sharp movement!

"Disarm you!"

A flash of red light! The speed is much faster than before!

Lucas didn't have time to think, but he also gave up on thinking!

The instant Lucas realized the professor's left foot hadn't shifted its weight and the true direction of his wrist strike, he reacted accordingly. He lowered his body, using the power of his waist and hips to shift his feet as if skating, and lunged forward in a low, protruding motion.

A sharp red light almost whistled past his left ear! His red hair was blown high by the scorching airflow.

Then, in that instant, Lucas's eyes focused completely. Without the slightest hesitation, he maintained a low, lunging posture, using his waist to lead his shoulders, his shoulders to lead his arms, his arms to lead his elbows, his elbows to lead his wrists, his wrists to lead his palms, and his palms to lead his fingers, moving up and down with power flowing at his fingertips, ready to cast a spell!

Professor Flitwick inwardly exclaimed, "Excellent!" He saw a calm, reserved, yet confident young man launch a swift counterattack far beyond what his peers could muster.

However, Professor Flitwick was highly skilled and adept at duels. He clearly saw Lucas's movements and noticed that his wrist was rapidly turning to the right at a slight angle. He made a judgment, slid his body, and shifted to the left.

However, Lucas's eyes lit up, and as he turned his wrist to the right, his waist, shoulders, arms, elbows, wrists, and palms, honed since childhood, engaged in a powerful movement.

With a coordinated effort, the force was passed from one finger to the next, and with a gentle flick of the finger, the golden maple wand suddenly turned to the left!

"They'll all be petrified!"

A pale spell shot out, aimed directly at Professor Flitwick!

Flitwick was taken aback. His wand trembled involuntarily, and a semi-transparent magical barrier instantly appeared in front of him. With a muffled thud, the full-body binding spell struck it and bounced back, hitting Lucas, who was still in the charging motion.

Lucas's eyes widened suddenly, and he stood up straight, legs together, hands snapping to attention.

This is a parry from the Silent Ironclad Spell; I've been hit by my own spell again!

But Professor Flitwick's eyes were filled with admiration and amazement. He gently waved his wand: "Stop Cursing!"

Lucas relaxed instantly, and before he could speak, Professor Flitwick exclaimed in praise, "Brilliant, brilliant Lucas! Your feint fooled me; I've actually been hit!"

"The movements you made with your wrists and fingers just now were absolutely amazing! Even if I were using a cane, I couldn't do something like that!"

"Wow—!"

A huge gasp and cheer erupted in the classroom, and the little badgers blushed with excitement.

Professor Flitwick himself said that he was fooled by Lucas's feint and that he couldn't do such a move!

Professor Lucas is even more amazing!

But Lucas quickly shook his head: "No, Professor, I understand. This is just the result of my knife skills practiced since I was a child. You may not be able to exert subtle force with your fingertips, but you can cast spells silently and without a staff."

"So you don't need to do such a thing at all to perfectly conceal your intention to cast the spell. You were just demonstrating and deliberately letting me see it clearly, otherwise I would have been hit on the first hit."

Professor Flitwick lowered his wand, a broad smile spreading across his face. "Knife skills, culinary arts? What a remarkable talent, and a remarkable application!"

"Lucas, it's good that you can always keep a clear head, but don't be too modest."

"You really fooled me just now. I couldn't dodge successfully, so I had to use the Ironclad Charm... That was absolutely brilliant! I dare say no junior wizard could do that. Hufflepuff +20!"

The badgers' cheers nearly lifted the roof off. Professor Flitwick continued to encourage Lucas: "With proper training and continuous growth, you too can become a dueling master someday, child!"

Lucas smiled helplessly to himself. Tonks said I would become an excellent Auror, and you said I would become a dueling master, but all I want to do is be a chef.

Do chefs also need to know how to duel?

Professor Flitwick clapped again, his voice booming and drowning out the applause: "Quiet! Children, quiet!"

Once the classroom had calmed down a bit, he looked around at the little badgers, his voice slightly raised with excitement: "It seems my lesson plan had a serious problem. I should have thought of that earlier. Having you all practice one spell while teaching the other students a different one will definitely distract you and prevent you from learning well. Plus, with such a thrilling duel, it's no wonder you all forgot about the Illumination Charm."

"You can't do that anymore, Lucas. Maybe I can give you some private lessons after class."

Lucas was overjoyed and quickly thanked him.

Professor Flitwick nodded to him, then said to the little badgers, "Since we've captured everyone's attention, let's change the topic of this lesson from the Illumination Charm. There are two aspects: wizard battles and observation..."

The art of anticipation, evasion, and counterattack!

"Secondly, it's a spell that's very useful in wizard battles!"

"Everyone, please take out your wands and try practicing the Disarming Charm with me—Epelliarmus!"

"Of course, this spell is still too difficult for first-year students. But it's okay, if you don't succeed, consider it practice and you can learn it again later."

Professor Flitwick looked at Lucas with admiration: "Lucas, your performance has far exceeded my expectations. You will be my teaching assistant for this class."

The classroom was instantly filled with excited buzzing and the whooshing sound of wands being swung. Everyone was eager to try, their eyes darting back and forth between Professor Flitwick, Lucas, and their own wands.

As Lucas took notes of all the key points of the Disarming Charm taught by Professor Flitwick, he also organized his insights from the day.

I got hit by the spell reflected back by the Ironclad Curse again... It seems I still have a lot to learn. Especially when counterattacking instantly, because I used too much force and my movements were stiff, I completely lost any room to dodge. These are areas I need to practice more in the future.

Also, armor is such a wonderful magic!

Wait, how did I get led astray again? I just want to be a chef, it's okay if I'm not good at dueling!

Tuesday's classes include a transformation class in the morning.

Transfiguration is an extremely difficult and profound subject, especially when taught by Professor McGonagall, Hogwarts' most rigorous and serious professor, which puts immense pressure on the young wizards.

Lucas felt the same way; he always felt that Professor McGonagall had a lot of opinions about him and was particularly strict with him because of the series of strange things he had done.

For example, right now.

The other students' task was to turn a coin into a button, and Professor McGonagall even asked me to draw a cat's head on the button!