Chapter 28
3rd POV
Complications
Three day later saw Harry and Fleur in the room of requirement.
They had configured the room to appear like the dragon arena Fleur battled against Sirius and Remus, she fought well against the two wizards, relying on her skill in wards and charms to trick and trap them.
On the other side of the arena Harry dueled Flitwick, using a single wand and limiting his power to that of his opponent. Harry's second wand held in his holster after he had gotten it from Ollivanders two days before.
The two battles occurring couldn't be more different from each other. Fleur's battle was one of finesse and trickery, as Fleur didn't have the sheer brute power behind her that Harry did.
Whereas Harry's battle was direct combat. He had never had the patience for traps and playing the long game.
Harry grinned as he considered the difference in their fighting styles.
He'd come a long way in a few days. His waking hours were spent training with one of his three trainers or with Fleur. His sleeping hours are spent with his mental companions pushing him further even than when he was awake. Now that Fleur joined him in his dreamscape every night she was catching up.
Harry could defeat Flitwick everytime if he used both wands and all his available power. But they had decided that Harry had to learn to increase his skills instead of always relying on overpowering his opponent, which he was unlikely to be able to do against the likes of Voldemort.
The little man darted around the arena, using the rocks as cover from Harry's attacks. Each bludgeoning spell shatters the cover, leaving much of the arena around the two as little more than piles of pebbles. Flitwick shielded a handful of stinging hexes, each shield shattering after a single spell, but was followed by a flick of the little man's wand wending a shattered pebble towardHarry with the speed of a bullet.
The pebble turned to dust as it hit Harry's reflective shield.
He scowled; the point of this dueling practice was to force him to learn how to fight without using all of his abilities. His reflexive shield was a part of his wandless magic, which he was trying to not have to rely on.
He needed to get good enough that he could beat Flitwick without having to use anything other than a single wand.
Harry clenched his jaw and conjured a margot, something Merlin had shown him in his training while he wasn't working with Fleur. The matogt was a dog sized cat-like creature, with black skin and large light blue eyes.
With a single jerk of his head he sent the margot toward Flitwick whose eyes widened at seeing Harry conjured a magic creature.
Reflexively, the little man fired a curse at the margot before realizing what it was.
The curse hit the maggot that split to become three.
The three maggots tore across the arena, dodging cages and traps that Flitwick rushed to create, knowing not to directly attack the creatures or risk creating more.
While Flitwick was dealing with the maggots, Harry disillusioned himself, silenced his feet and cast a muffliato charm. The charm caused anyone nearby to hear nothing but whispers, further reducing the chance the professor would hear his movements.he ran in a wide circle around the charms professor, who had captured two of the maggots before Harry made it behind the little man and stunned him.
With a wave of his hand, the maggots disappeared and Harry sat down on a nearby rock, reviving Flitwick.
"Good work Mr. Potter, good work indeed." Professor Flitwick gushed as he bounced up to his feet, making his way to stand before Harry.
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