Professor Flevy looked at William with deep confusion, as if he wanted to see something from his face.

This soaring combat power is definitely not a normal situation.

The first element of fighting is that he cannot be distracted, which he taught William on the first day.

But Professor Flevy must be distracted for a while to relieve his inner horror.

Not to mention the first-grade wizards, even many students who are about to graduate will only stand in place, like baboons, waving their wands randomly, and they do not understand the essence of wizard fighting.

For that kind of wizard, Professor Flevy can solve a large number of films with one move.

Although William's fighting style is limited by his age and is still very immature overall, it is already an introductory one.

Professor Flevy will be distracted during training, but William will not. He was beaten countless times to remind him that the fate of distracted will be very tragic.

William's feet kept resting, his wand was spinning, and eight glasses burst, like a snowball condensed.

"Thousands of bullets are fired at once!"

The glass condensed into countless spikes and shot out like bullets, and soon debris occupied most of the space in the classroom.

Although Professor Flevy was distracted, he had such rich combat experience. After suffering the first round of blows, his right wrist subconsciously trembled.

The classroom squeaked without warning, and his magic wand was tilted upwards, as if he had caught a giant deep-sea whale and suddenly hit the ball of glass in the air.

William thought it was not good, so he tried his best to retreat, and took a series of messy small steps under his feet. When he was about to retreat to the edge of the classroom, he finally stabilized his body and swallowed a mouthful of blood back to his stomach, but the wand in his hand did not tremble at all.

Professor Flevy was not in a hurry to pursue, but remained motionless.

This is the accident mentioned earlier. When Professor Flevy was distracted, his subconscious reaction was that he was powerful magic. This rebound caused William to suffer considerable damage.

After a while, Professor Flevy asked excitedly, "I've given you thirty seconds of rest, are you still going to play?"

William held the wand in his right hand and nodded fiercely. This was the kind of training he needed.

He doesn't think that if you put a spell on a spell, I can practice any combat master.

Seeing this situation, Professor Flevy showed an admiring smile on his lips.

"William, your strength is beyond my imagination, so I will not treat you as a child."

William did not answer and sprinted again. His training achievements over the past month were fully demonstrated, but his curse was underestimated by Professor Fleevey.

Professor Flevy seemed to deliberately look at how far he could do, and completely defend, and wanted to wait for his magic to decisively decide the outcome.

This torture is like a magic wand pointing to the head, but the person under the wand is not allowed to breathe.

But an accident happened.

This is not a classroom for combat. After bearing the load-bearing beam of the room several times, it was hit by a magic arrow cast by Flevy, which penetrated half a meter and drew a crack of two meters long.

From the corner of his eyes, he saw the beam of the room moving slightly. William knew something was wrong, so he forced to suppress the urge to fight back and retreated again and again.

Professor Flevy's second wave of arrows was shot out like thousands of arrows.

The wind suddenly blew, and countless arrows gathered in a certain direction, forming a pilgrimage. It seemed that all the magic power was pulled.

Dumbledore floated out, his indescribable elegance.

He casually "grabbed" William's wand, stood up and pointed slightly, and the cracks on the beam of the classroom immediately recovered as before, and the damage around him was intact, as if there had never been a battle.

Dumbledore stood between William and Flevy, his purple robe swelling like a ball, and he received the impact of countless magic arrows.

He used the black boots as the center of the circle, and a circle of ripples spread out, dust rolling and a floating beard, but the old man's burly figure was still motionless. The magic flow in his robe not only did not fade, but he fed and expanded again.

"Professor Dumbledore, sorry, it's a bit too much just now." Professor Fleevy quickly apologized.

Dumbledore smiled softly, his hands drooped, and his robe that was floating without wind slowly quieted. He returned the wand to William and stood quietly beside him.

"Philius, I've been looking for you for a long time, but I didn't expect you to be here."

"Professor, has something happened?"

"Well, a child died in Ravenclaw College."

Dumbledore said sadly.

"What, how is it possible?" Professor Flevy's hands trembled suddenly, and his voice became sharp.

Dumbledore quickly told the situation, without any hesitation to William.

"Who did it?" For a moment, Professor Flevy actually burst into tears.

"It's not clear yet," Dumbledore said. "You go to Ravenclaw College to maintain order now."

"Okay." Professor Flevy hurriedly ran out with his short legs.

But after running for less than two steps, he turned around and said, "William, go, you will go back to Lavenclaw College with me, it's too dangerous outside."

William and Dumbledore spoke at the same time.

"I have something to tell the principal."

"I have something to ask William."

Professor Flevy left for no reason, Dumbledore looked at William with blue pupils.

"William, you have very skilled in the defense of black magic."

"Of course, professor, I have been training with Professor Flevy for more than a month," William said happily.

William raised his right hand and glanced at Professor Dumbledore's bronze ring on his index finger.

Dumbledore trembled his hands and soon recognized the ring. He thought about it slightly and understood everything. There was no need for William to elaborate on it.

To be honest, I have seen this kind of scene more often. William would still find it funny when he saw the principal's expression a few times in the past, but now he only feels it is terrible.

Dumbledore was terrible.

It was obvious that Robert had just died, and Professor Tywin's body might not have been found at this point, but with William's words, he could quickly understand everything.

It was as if Dumbledore knew everything.

But he is in a cycle and has no memory.

William even felt that Dumbledore might have had rough guesses before Tywin died, but he just kept letting go and waiting for the final arrival.

Although it is labor-saving to talk to such people with close intelligence, they have to be cautious. Dumbledore's most terrifying thing is definitely not combat power, it is just the icing on the cake. His most powerful thing is his IQ.

Dumbledore was silent for a moment and finally asked, "So what are you going to do next?"

William thought for a while and said, "According to the plan, I need to go and learn transforming with Professor McGonagall in the afternoon, so..."

"I will instruct Professor McGonagall." Professor Dumbledore nodded.

Dumbledore would go to the Ministry of Magic later and would not be able to stay in school, while Professor McGonagall would have to temporarily manage the school. Without Dumbledore's message, she would not have taught William the Transformation at this special time.

William turned and walked out of the classroom.

"William," Dumbledore's voice sounded, "I should have told you before?"

"Every time I say, for a greater goal!"

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