Hector smoothed down his clothes and stood face-to-face with Professor Flitwick.
"I have always believed that practice is the true test of knowledge," Professor Flitwick said, drawing his wand. "You've learned just about everything the textbooks have to offer. Now, I am going to teach you something different."
"Draw your wand." The smile vanished from Flitwick's face. The mild-mannered little old man was gone; before Hector stood someone who looked like a drawn sword, radiating a sharp, piercing intensity from head to toe.
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