Chapter 142 A different theoretical course
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Bai Bai Le Kai Shui
As soon as Dumbledore left the school, fear spread through the castle at an unprecedented rate.
The spring sunshine seems unable to penetrate through the gloomy windows, just as the smiles of the students cannot be displayed on their faces.
Every face in the school looked frightened, and every laugh that occasionally sounded was particularly harsh and was quickly suppressed by the gloomy atmosphere.
As soon as Rita's article condemning the Ministry of Magic and the school board came out, the students were immediately outraged.
Although the students' voices could not spread to the Ministry of Magic no matter how loud they were, their parents were different.
According to Malvolio -
On the first day the article was published, all departments of the Ministry of Magic were flooded with letters sent by owls. Even Cynthia’s Cooperation Department received a lot of complaints and dissatisfaction. Several employees even accidentally opened the accompanying malicious documents. The cursed letter was sent to St. Mungo's.
This also brought Rita to the attention of many officials from the Ministry of Magic, and Fudge even planned to send an Auror to warn her.
As for the candidate, of course it is our smart and capable Mr. Malvolio!
So he temporarily asked Rita to hide. At the same time, Cynthia secretly encouraged many officials who had similar opinions to oppose Fudge's decision.
It both relieved Rita's pressure and increased Fudge's.
Just because the attacks did not continue to happen, Fudge and Lucius could still bear it.
However, classes at the school must continue. Professor McGonagall temporarily took over as the principal and asked professors to attend classes as normal and maintain teaching order as much as possible - "Even if the school is about to close, classes must be held until the last second!"
Likewise, controls on students have become more stringent.
Little wizards are no longer allowed to move alone. Even if they go to the bathroom, they must be supervised by a professor.
"So, is this why we're in the classroom?" George complained.
For safety reasons and to make their workload easier, all classes in Tver returned to their familiar No. 11 classroom.
However, this caused a bit of misunderstanding among the students.
"Why, you don't like my class anymore?" Tver asked teasingly, leaning on the podium.
"Of course not," Fred quickly patted George's head. "George just wants to continue practicing combat. We feel that we have made progress recently. Maybe we can defeat the fourth statue!"
Most of the teams were stuck on the fourth statue, and everyone was working hard to become the second team to successfully clear the level.
Because currently, only Percy's team has cleared the level.
However, in that battle, Percy used black magic to interfere with the magic power of the statue and was finally defeated. This does not count here in Tver.
At least they won't be able to successfully reproduce it later if they change the method.
"You two, your strength is pretty good -" Tver deliberately lengthened his tone, "but your theoretical scores are too bad, and they are even getting worse!"
"In the grades reported back by Professor Lockhart, your two scores actually dropped!"
George and Fred quickly shrank their necks like quails.
If it were for other aspects, they would probably dare to resist, but when it came to theoretical study, they could only pretend to be dead.
Seeing their appearance, the students burst into laughter.
Roger Davis even slapped the table exaggeratedly: "Hahaha, you two will have this day too!"
"It's funny, isn't it?" Tver suddenly raised his voice, "So are you! Especially you, Davis, have regressed the most!"
"puff--"
Seeing Davis' suddenly bitter face, Gemini couldn't help it. He covered his mouth and buried his head in his arms. Only his constant shrugging of shoulders and suppressed laughter showed his ridicule to his friend.
"Okay," Tver clapped his hands to stop their laughter, "To make up for your theory class, I specially prepared a fun game for you."
The students suddenly felt that the smile on the professor's face was very familiar...
Wait, isn't this the smile from the enhanced version of the Light Ball game? !
Even what he said was almost the same!
They suddenly started the game that had been buried in their memories, and even felt that their ankles were starting to swell and hurt...
George said to Tweel with a stiff face: "How about forget it? We promise to treat Professor Lockhart's class well and complete those test questions well..."
The little wizards nodded one after another, and Tver had never seen them so well-behaved and obedient.
This made him even more determined to continue playing games to them.
The more tired and miserable the students are now, the easier it may be to teach them in future classes!
"Don't think about it. This is for your own good." He suddenly felt that this was strange. "Everyone, pick up your wands and line up at the back!"
The students wailed, put away their textbooks skillfully, grasped their wands skillfully, and pushed Cedric, the Weasley twins and Davis to the front.
Seeing George helplessly shaking his head and smiling bitterly in front of him, Tver couldn't help but smile.
"Then please come over."
As he spoke, he waved his wand, and the familiar ball of light and the nine-square grid on the ground appeared again - they had not played this for half a year.
But it was different from before. This time there were three light balls of different colors, red, green, and yellow, shaking in front of a blackboard.
George swallowed and nervously came to the center of the nine-square grid.
Then listen carefully to the professor's instructions.
This is what he has learned from his many demonstrations—the professor’s guidance is often the most critical.
"Every ten seconds, a question will appear on the blackboard, and you will be given three options. All you have to do is select the correct one, and then hit the light ball that represents the color of the option."
"The red ball represents option A, the green ball represents option B, and the remaining option C is the yellow ball."
"Extra points for correct answers, but if you answer within the time limit or get the answer wrong, you should watch your steps."
Tver pointed to the nine-square grid, "This time there will be and only one grid that is correct. If you stand on the correct grid, there will be no deductions or points added. But if you stand on the wrong grid, you will know the consequences better than me. "
Hearing this, George breathed a sigh of relief.
In addition to the extra questions in this game, the difficulty of the light ball game has actually been reduced a lot.
As long as all the questions are answered correctly, wouldn't this game directly become the simplest initial version of the light ball game?
"You seem to be very confident?"
Tver looked at George in surprise, with a smile on his face.
"Games of this level are already child's play for me!" He raised his head and responded confidently.
The spring sunshine seems unable to penetrate through the gloomy windows, just as the smiles of the students cannot be displayed on their faces.
Every face in the school looked frightened, and every laugh that occasionally sounded was particularly harsh and was quickly suppressed by the gloomy atmosphere.
As soon as Rita's article condemning the Ministry of Magic and the school board came out, the students were immediately outraged.
Although the students' voices could not spread to the Ministry of Magic no matter how loud they were, their parents were different.
According to Malvolio -
On the first day the article was published, all departments of the Ministry of Magic were flooded with letters sent by owls. Even Cynthia’s Cooperation Department received a lot of complaints and dissatisfaction. Several employees even accidentally opened the accompanying malicious documents. The cursed letter was sent to St. Mungo's.
This also brought Rita to the attention of many officials from the Ministry of Magic, and Fudge even planned to send an Auror to warn her.
As for the candidate, of course it is our smart and capable Mr. Malvolio!
So he temporarily asked Rita to hide. At the same time, Cynthia secretly encouraged many officials who had similar opinions to oppose Fudge's decision.
It both relieved Rita's pressure and increased Fudge's.
Just because the attacks did not continue to happen, Fudge and Lucius could still bear it.
However, classes at the school must continue. Professor McGonagall temporarily took over as the principal and asked professors to attend classes as normal and maintain teaching order as much as possible - "Even if the school is about to close, classes must be held until the last second!"
Likewise, controls on students have become more stringent.
Little wizards are no longer allowed to move alone. Even if they go to the bathroom, they must be supervised by a professor.
"So, is this why we're in the classroom?" George complained.
For safety reasons and to make their workload easier, all classes in Tver returned to their familiar No. 11 classroom.
However, this caused a bit of misunderstanding among the students.
"Why, you don't like my class anymore?" Tver asked teasingly, leaning on the podium.
"Of course not," Fred quickly patted George's head. "George just wants to continue practicing combat. We feel that we have made progress recently. Maybe we can defeat the fourth statue!"
Most of the teams were stuck on the fourth statue, and everyone was working hard to become the second team to successfully clear the level.
Because currently, only Percy's team has cleared the level.
However, in that battle, Percy used black magic to interfere with the magic power of the statue and was finally defeated. This does not count here in Tver.
At least they won't be able to successfully reproduce it later if they change the method.
"You two, your strength is pretty good -" Tver deliberately lengthened his tone, "but your theoretical scores are too bad, and they are even getting worse!"
"In the grades reported back by Professor Lockhart, your two scores actually dropped!"
George and Fred quickly shrank their necks like quails.
If it were for other aspects, they would probably dare to resist, but when it came to theoretical study, they could only pretend to be dead.
Seeing their appearance, the students burst into laughter.
Roger Davis even slapped the table exaggeratedly: "Hahaha, you two will have this day too!"
"It's funny, isn't it?" Tver suddenly raised his voice, "So are you! Especially you, Davis, have regressed the most!"
"puff--"
Seeing Davis' suddenly bitter face, Gemini couldn't help it. He covered his mouth and buried his head in his arms. Only his constant shrugging of shoulders and suppressed laughter showed his ridicule to his friend.
"Okay," Tver clapped his hands to stop their laughter, "To make up for your theory class, I specially prepared a fun game for you."
The students suddenly felt that the smile on the professor's face was very familiar...
Wait, isn't this the smile from the enhanced version of the Light Ball game? !
Even what he said was almost the same!
They suddenly started the game that had been buried in their memories, and even felt that their ankles were starting to swell and hurt...
George said to Tweel with a stiff face: "How about forget it? We promise to treat Professor Lockhart's class well and complete those test questions well..."
The little wizards nodded one after another, and Tver had never seen them so well-behaved and obedient.
This made him even more determined to continue playing games to them.
The more tired and miserable the students are now, the easier it may be to teach them in future classes!
"Don't think about it. This is for your own good." He suddenly felt that this was strange. "Everyone, pick up your wands and line up at the back!"
The students wailed, put away their textbooks skillfully, grasped their wands skillfully, and pushed Cedric, the Weasley twins and Davis to the front.
Seeing George helplessly shaking his head and smiling bitterly in front of him, Tver couldn't help but smile.
"Then please come over."
As he spoke, he waved his wand, and the familiar ball of light and the nine-square grid on the ground appeared again - they had not played this for half a year.
But it was different from before. This time there were three light balls of different colors, red, green, and yellow, shaking in front of a blackboard.
George swallowed and nervously came to the center of the nine-square grid.
Then listen carefully to the professor's instructions.
This is what he has learned from his many demonstrations—the professor’s guidance is often the most critical.
"Every ten seconds, a question will appear on the blackboard, and you will be given three options. All you have to do is select the correct one, and then hit the light ball that represents the color of the option."
"The red ball represents option A, the green ball represents option B, and the remaining option C is the yellow ball."
"Extra points for correct answers, but if you answer within the time limit or get the answer wrong, you should watch your steps."
Tver pointed to the nine-square grid, "This time there will be and only one grid that is correct. If you stand on the correct grid, there will be no deductions or points added. But if you stand on the wrong grid, you will know the consequences better than me. "
Hearing this, George breathed a sigh of relief.
In addition to the extra questions in this game, the difficulty of the light ball game has actually been reduced a lot.
As long as all the questions are answered correctly, wouldn't this game directly become the simplest initial version of the light ball game?
"You seem to be very confident?"
Tver looked at George in surprise, with a smile on his face.
"Games of this level are already child's play for me!" He raised his head and responded confidently.
