Chapter 15 I won’t kill you
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Bai Bai Le Kai Shui
With Penello's scream, it became impossible to keep the contents of their conversation secret.
The entire auditorium was buzzing with students whispering, and some were pointing at Tver.
Although there were prefects maintaining order, they could not prevent the students from discussing him.
"I didn't expect the new professor to be from Durmstrang!"
"He is only eighteen, only three years older than me!"
"Is it normal for a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor to know how to do black magic?"
"How can you teach us defense skills if you don't know black magic?"
"Unfortunately, Professor Welfare only teaches grades one to three. I wonder if it's too late for me to repeat the grade now."
No matter how thick-skinned Tver was, he couldn't bear the students' comments, so he simply left here and came to classroom No. 18 where he was about to attend class in advance.
The first thing to teach this morning is the third grade class, Gryffindor and Ravenclaw.
The classroom does not have any extra decorations, just a desk and some tables and chairs placed in the front of the classroom.
There was a large open space behind.Waiting for Tver's arrangements.
……
When George Weasley and Fred Weasley arrived at the classroom, it was already filled with their classmates.
"Look at you, you gave Wood the Fat Tongue Toffee, causing us to be chased by him for half an hour!" Fred bumped George with his shoulder in dissatisfaction.
"Don't worry, we haven't officially started class yet." George raised his eyebrows mischievously.
"If you don't come in, I'm going to mark you as truant."
Tver raised the parchment in his hand to the two people standing at the door. On it was the list of students in this class.
The names above were basically shining with golden light, except for the two of them.
George and Fred finally came to their senses and hurriedly walked into the classroom.
But the moment they entered, several golden letters popped up on their heads.
Exactly what they are called.
A layer of golden light separated from these letters, like a little bird, after emerging from the head, it flew back to the parchment in Tver's hand.
The name above lit up with golden light.
However, the names on their heads did not disappear, so that Tver could remember their names.
"It's so cool!" Fred's eyes lit up.
"Professor, I want to learn this!"
George looked at Tver expectantly, and Fred nodded beside him.
This is a simple name magic, of course, with a little spiritual application.
Tver put the parchment away and showed a standard evil smile.
"Believe me, even if you have done enough forbidden things, Principal Dumbledore will not be happy to see you learn this."
The students present suddenly felt a chill in their hearts.
Thinking about the information disseminated in the auditorium today, it seems that this kind welfare professor is not as immature as he appears.
On the contrary, thinking of the two defense against the dark arts professors who had resigned earlier, they felt that Professor Foley would probably be caught as a dark wizard and sent to Azkaban at the end of the year.
So as soon as George's butt touched the chair, he couldn't wait to ask: "Professor Foley, I heard that you are this year's Durmstrang graduate, right?"
Turville canceled the magic he had arranged at the door and answered without looking back, "Mr. Weasley, remember to raise your hand next time you ask a question."
Turning around, facing the students who had the same question, he said, "Yes, I do come from that school."
There was an uproar in the classroom.
"Professor, are you really learning black magic?"
"Will you teach us the dark arts?"
"Has the man's mark always been in Durmstrang?"
The students rushed to ask Tver questions one after another, and some even stood up and asked questions loudly.
"Quiet!" Tver's voice was not loud, but in the ears of the students, it seemed to ring through the souls.
As soon as the words fell, the students were stunned by the sound.
After calming down for a while, they were surprised to find that they and their classmates could not hear what they said!
Isn't it that I(we) are deaf? !
Just when they were panicking, Tver's voice sounded.
"You are not deaf. This is a small punishment for you. You must remember to raise your hands before you can speak." Seeing the students heaving a sigh of relief, he sneered. "Other than that, Gryffindor and Raven Ten points each for Crowe.”
Fred raised his hand in a whisper, and when Tver nodded, he realized that he had a voice when he spoke.
"Professor, we don't even have points now, how are you going to deduct them?"
The students covered their mouths and chuckled.
"It is indeed a problem, then save it, one more point a day, until your college has enough points to deduct it."
Tver's words were like a smile disappearing spell, and the students' hearts were immediately filled with "respect" for the new professor.
"I don't want to introduce too much to you in class about Durmstrang. You just need to know one thing. Just because we study black magic does not mean that we are dark wizards."
Tver felt that it was impossible not to explain. He still wanted to be a teacher who was deeply "loved" by his students.
"As for Grindelwald." He paused, waiting for the student to be attracted by the name.
"His mark is indeed still in school, but his will is like the pure-blood theory at Hogwarts, which has many fans everywhere."
"This does not mean that students will support his ideas, especially since there are many students in the school who have lost their loved ones because of Grindelwald. They will give a harsh lesson to the students who think they are cool and spread that symbol."
"So in my opinion, Durmstrang just replaced Defense Against the Dark Arts with Dark Arts Studies. Other than that, there is not much difference between the two schools."
A male student named "Roger Davis" raised his hand.
"Professor Foley, I heard that Durmstrang does not accept Muggle-born students. Is this true?"
"You are right, Mr. Davis, because in our opinion, it is difficult for Muggle-born students to resist the temptation of dark magic."
"Only when parents also give students guidance on magic can students understand the nature of black magic."
Another student raised his hand, but Tver didn't want to turn the class into a Durmstrang lecture.
"Okay, if you have any questions about Durmstrang, you can ask me later. We are now officially in the first class, and it is also my first class."
"Speaking of which, I thought you would be looking forward to this more."
"So, can any of you tell me what you need to learn about Defense Against the Dark Arts?"
This question is too simple, and George can answer it easily: "Learn how to use magic to protect yourself from dark creatures and black magic, and learn some offensive and protective magic."
"That's right, so at the beginning of this course, I need to know how well you master magic."
Tver clapped his hands and focused the attention of all the students.
"The fastest way is to fight, I fight with you." The corners of his mouth curved, and his eyebrows smiled happily.
The students' eyes widened in shock, their pupils shook like an earthquake, and their mouths opened wide.
"Don't worry, I won't kill you."
The entire auditorium was buzzing with students whispering, and some were pointing at Tver.
Although there were prefects maintaining order, they could not prevent the students from discussing him.
"I didn't expect the new professor to be from Durmstrang!"
"He is only eighteen, only three years older than me!"
"Is it normal for a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor to know how to do black magic?"
"How can you teach us defense skills if you don't know black magic?"
"Unfortunately, Professor Welfare only teaches grades one to three. I wonder if it's too late for me to repeat the grade now."
No matter how thick-skinned Tver was, he couldn't bear the students' comments, so he simply left here and came to classroom No. 18 where he was about to attend class in advance.
The first thing to teach this morning is the third grade class, Gryffindor and Ravenclaw.
The classroom does not have any extra decorations, just a desk and some tables and chairs placed in the front of the classroom.
There was a large open space behind.Waiting for Tver's arrangements.
……
When George Weasley and Fred Weasley arrived at the classroom, it was already filled with their classmates.
"Look at you, you gave Wood the Fat Tongue Toffee, causing us to be chased by him for half an hour!" Fred bumped George with his shoulder in dissatisfaction.
"Don't worry, we haven't officially started class yet." George raised his eyebrows mischievously.
"If you don't come in, I'm going to mark you as truant."
Tver raised the parchment in his hand to the two people standing at the door. On it was the list of students in this class.
The names above were basically shining with golden light, except for the two of them.
George and Fred finally came to their senses and hurriedly walked into the classroom.
But the moment they entered, several golden letters popped up on their heads.
Exactly what they are called.
A layer of golden light separated from these letters, like a little bird, after emerging from the head, it flew back to the parchment in Tver's hand.
The name above lit up with golden light.
However, the names on their heads did not disappear, so that Tver could remember their names.
"It's so cool!" Fred's eyes lit up.
"Professor, I want to learn this!"
George looked at Tver expectantly, and Fred nodded beside him.
This is a simple name magic, of course, with a little spiritual application.
Tver put the parchment away and showed a standard evil smile.
"Believe me, even if you have done enough forbidden things, Principal Dumbledore will not be happy to see you learn this."
The students present suddenly felt a chill in their hearts.
Thinking about the information disseminated in the auditorium today, it seems that this kind welfare professor is not as immature as he appears.
On the contrary, thinking of the two defense against the dark arts professors who had resigned earlier, they felt that Professor Foley would probably be caught as a dark wizard and sent to Azkaban at the end of the year.
So as soon as George's butt touched the chair, he couldn't wait to ask: "Professor Foley, I heard that you are this year's Durmstrang graduate, right?"
Turville canceled the magic he had arranged at the door and answered without looking back, "Mr. Weasley, remember to raise your hand next time you ask a question."
Turning around, facing the students who had the same question, he said, "Yes, I do come from that school."
There was an uproar in the classroom.
"Professor, are you really learning black magic?"
"Will you teach us the dark arts?"
"Has the man's mark always been in Durmstrang?"
The students rushed to ask Tver questions one after another, and some even stood up and asked questions loudly.
"Quiet!" Tver's voice was not loud, but in the ears of the students, it seemed to ring through the souls.
As soon as the words fell, the students were stunned by the sound.
After calming down for a while, they were surprised to find that they and their classmates could not hear what they said!
Isn't it that I(we) are deaf? !
Just when they were panicking, Tver's voice sounded.
"You are not deaf. This is a small punishment for you. You must remember to raise your hands before you can speak." Seeing the students heaving a sigh of relief, he sneered. "Other than that, Gryffindor and Raven Ten points each for Crowe.”
Fred raised his hand in a whisper, and when Tver nodded, he realized that he had a voice when he spoke.
"Professor, we don't even have points now, how are you going to deduct them?"
The students covered their mouths and chuckled.
"It is indeed a problem, then save it, one more point a day, until your college has enough points to deduct it."
Tver's words were like a smile disappearing spell, and the students' hearts were immediately filled with "respect" for the new professor.
"I don't want to introduce too much to you in class about Durmstrang. You just need to know one thing. Just because we study black magic does not mean that we are dark wizards."
Tver felt that it was impossible not to explain. He still wanted to be a teacher who was deeply "loved" by his students.
"As for Grindelwald." He paused, waiting for the student to be attracted by the name.
"His mark is indeed still in school, but his will is like the pure-blood theory at Hogwarts, which has many fans everywhere."
"This does not mean that students will support his ideas, especially since there are many students in the school who have lost their loved ones because of Grindelwald. They will give a harsh lesson to the students who think they are cool and spread that symbol."
"So in my opinion, Durmstrang just replaced Defense Against the Dark Arts with Dark Arts Studies. Other than that, there is not much difference between the two schools."
A male student named "Roger Davis" raised his hand.
"Professor Foley, I heard that Durmstrang does not accept Muggle-born students. Is this true?"
"You are right, Mr. Davis, because in our opinion, it is difficult for Muggle-born students to resist the temptation of dark magic."
"Only when parents also give students guidance on magic can students understand the nature of black magic."
Another student raised his hand, but Tver didn't want to turn the class into a Durmstrang lecture.
"Okay, if you have any questions about Durmstrang, you can ask me later. We are now officially in the first class, and it is also my first class."
"Speaking of which, I thought you would be looking forward to this more."
"So, can any of you tell me what you need to learn about Defense Against the Dark Arts?"
This question is too simple, and George can answer it easily: "Learn how to use magic to protect yourself from dark creatures and black magic, and learn some offensive and protective magic."
"That's right, so at the beginning of this course, I need to know how well you master magic."
Tver clapped his hands and focused the attention of all the students.
"The fastest way is to fight, I fight with you." The corners of his mouth curved, and his eyebrows smiled happily.
The students' eyes widened in shock, their pupils shook like an earthquake, and their mouths opened wide.
"Don't worry, I won't kill you."
