Chapter 183 Combat Guidance
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Bai Bai Le Kai Shui
the next day.
The news that Malfoy was scratched by the Hippogriff quickly reached Tver's ears.
After all, this is not Hagrid's fault. It is normal for such dangerous creatures to appear in the Care of Magical Creatures class.
After all, the Hippogriff's danger level is only rated XXX in the Ministry of Magic's classification level.
Yes, only.
Because the Cornish elf prepared by Lockhart last year also had three X’s!
Moreover, the Acromantula Tver brought to class was even more dangerous, and no one said anything.
Of course, the difference between them is that some students were, well, seemingly seriously injured.
"I think having your hand bandaged so thickly makes you look more... incompetent?"
As soon as Tweel walked out of the office, he met Malfoy who was hurriedly discharged from the hospital.
I also saw this weird outfit.
He could tell at a glance that the wound inside was almost healed, and after a while, there would probably be no scars left.
Malfoy thought for a moment, and it seemed that this was true.
He quickly shook off the sling in his hand, but the bandage couldn't be untied for a while.
"Professor, can I join your Defense Against the Dark Arts club?" He looked at the professor expectantly.
He knew about this at noon yesterday and had long wanted to join the professor's club. However, he was injured in the afternoon and delayed coming until now.
But Tver just nodded his arm.
"If you don't even have the awareness to avoid harm, you can't participate."
"But," a trace of anxiety appeared on Malfoy's face, "that monster moved very quickly. I was too close and I didn't have time to react!"
"That Hagrid shouldn't have brought such a monster into class!"
"So, this is why you insult a living being?"
"I..." Malfoy lowered his head immediately.
Twil sighed and patted him on the shoulder.
"I have said it many times in class, don't belittle any living thing easily, even if it is not now, they may cause you great harm in the future."
"If you can be more friendly to every living thing, I can't guarantee how much help it will bring to you, but it will definitely make your life smoother."
"I'm sorry, Professor."
Malfoy lowered his head and pursed his lips tightly.
"This shouldn't be said to me."
Tver said calmly, passed him directly, and walked towards the arena with his things.
Draco Malfoy always exposes his arrogant shortcomings inadvertently. If he doesn't deal with it, it can easily develop into a more serious three-dimensional problem.
But before that, he still needs to think more on his own.
Facing the morning sunshine, Tver stepped into the arena.
After just such a delay, when he came here, all the students in class had already arrived, and they consciously lined up in small groups.
Looking at this class of expectant fifth-grade students, he nodded with satisfaction.
"This year is very important for you. The results of the OWLs exam will directly affect the work you can do in the future. To put it more seriously, it will affect your life."
"So I very much hope that you can give your best to every class and every knowledge point in the textbook, no matter which subject it is."
"I'm looking forward to seeing you in the sixth grade improvement class."
The students finally felt a little more relaxed. After all, the life mentioned earlier was still a bit far away for them when they were fifteen or sixteen years old.
"Professor, if your club is always open to us, then I will stay in Hogwarts even if I don't graduate!" Davis said loudly.
The little wizards immediately looked at him happily, and the Weasley twins even crossed the team and pinched him from left to right.
"How the hell can you say what we think?!"
"What if the professor knows our plan and deliberately lets us graduate smoothly?!"
Tver watched their tricks with amusement.
"Don't worry, even if you never graduate, I won't let you enter my club."
"..."
The students' smiles disappeared instantly, and Davis and the others stopped caring about being weird and quickly stood still.
"Professor, you can't do this!"
"Say a standard, and I will definitely work hard for this standard, even if I don't sleep!"
"For example, only girls are recruited?" Tver said funnyly.
George and Fred stared at each other silently for a while.
"It's not impossible!" they gritted their teeth and replied.
"...Forget it, I don't want to see you guys wearing skirts either."
Tver was helpless at their shamelessness.
"The selection of the club depends on the final list. I will only choose the most malleable students, not necessarily the strongest..."
——"Then we definitely have a good chance." George said with a smile.
"But it must be the most receptive, at least willing to accept some... content that may be deviant."
——"That's perfect for us. We never follow the rules." Fred smiled even more happily, but when he saw the professor's darkened face, he quickly added, "Of course, we will abide by your rules."
"In short, if students want to join the club, they must at least think carefully. I will give you two weeks to consider it."
"Within two weeks, you can come here to sign up at any time, and you can come here to cancel at any time."
"Of course, you can choose to quit at any time if you are selected, but I hope you can stick to it."
They did hesitate.
Especially when I think of the professor's Durmstrang background, although there is no prejudice, it is always true that black magic is taught in that school!
They were very suspicious that the professor would teach black magic in the club...
Tver did not explain. He did want to teach some black magic to the club, but he definitely did not want to teach them to use black magic.
If he really did this, Dumbledore would be the first to catch him...
"Okay, let's think about this issue after class. Don't be too anxious. After all, you will probably be screened by me if you sign up."
"?2?2_?2?2..."
The students don’t know how many times they have been hurt by the professor.
I had just enjoyed the feeling of choice for a while, but now I was left speechless.
Satisfied with the effect of these words, Tver clapped his hands and focused their attention on himself.
At least it's friendly attention.
"Then we will officially start the first class of this school year."
"Do you still remember the first class two years ago?"
"Then I remember it clearly!" Davis said loudly immediately, not even paying attention to the faint laughter of the students.
"We wanted to duel with you back then, but we were all hung up. I always look forward to experiencing that kind of experience again..."
Seeing the strange looks in his classmates' eyes, he quickly added: "It means experiencing your combat teachings!"
Tver also gave him a strange look before continuing the class.
"Yes, after two years of study, I think your strength has improved a lot."
"So, let's relive two years ago?"
The news that Malfoy was scratched by the Hippogriff quickly reached Tver's ears.
After all, this is not Hagrid's fault. It is normal for such dangerous creatures to appear in the Care of Magical Creatures class.
After all, the Hippogriff's danger level is only rated XXX in the Ministry of Magic's classification level.
Yes, only.
Because the Cornish elf prepared by Lockhart last year also had three X’s!
Moreover, the Acromantula Tver brought to class was even more dangerous, and no one said anything.
Of course, the difference between them is that some students were, well, seemingly seriously injured.
"I think having your hand bandaged so thickly makes you look more... incompetent?"
As soon as Tweel walked out of the office, he met Malfoy who was hurriedly discharged from the hospital.
I also saw this weird outfit.
He could tell at a glance that the wound inside was almost healed, and after a while, there would probably be no scars left.
Malfoy thought for a moment, and it seemed that this was true.
He quickly shook off the sling in his hand, but the bandage couldn't be untied for a while.
"Professor, can I join your Defense Against the Dark Arts club?" He looked at the professor expectantly.
He knew about this at noon yesterday and had long wanted to join the professor's club. However, he was injured in the afternoon and delayed coming until now.
But Tver just nodded his arm.
"If you don't even have the awareness to avoid harm, you can't participate."
"But," a trace of anxiety appeared on Malfoy's face, "that monster moved very quickly. I was too close and I didn't have time to react!"
"That Hagrid shouldn't have brought such a monster into class!"
"So, this is why you insult a living being?"
"I..." Malfoy lowered his head immediately.
Twil sighed and patted him on the shoulder.
"I have said it many times in class, don't belittle any living thing easily, even if it is not now, they may cause you great harm in the future."
"If you can be more friendly to every living thing, I can't guarantee how much help it will bring to you, but it will definitely make your life smoother."
"I'm sorry, Professor."
Malfoy lowered his head and pursed his lips tightly.
"This shouldn't be said to me."
Tver said calmly, passed him directly, and walked towards the arena with his things.
Draco Malfoy always exposes his arrogant shortcomings inadvertently. If he doesn't deal with it, it can easily develop into a more serious three-dimensional problem.
But before that, he still needs to think more on his own.
Facing the morning sunshine, Tver stepped into the arena.
After just such a delay, when he came here, all the students in class had already arrived, and they consciously lined up in small groups.
Looking at this class of expectant fifth-grade students, he nodded with satisfaction.
"This year is very important for you. The results of the OWLs exam will directly affect the work you can do in the future. To put it more seriously, it will affect your life."
"So I very much hope that you can give your best to every class and every knowledge point in the textbook, no matter which subject it is."
"I'm looking forward to seeing you in the sixth grade improvement class."
The students finally felt a little more relaxed. After all, the life mentioned earlier was still a bit far away for them when they were fifteen or sixteen years old.
"Professor, if your club is always open to us, then I will stay in Hogwarts even if I don't graduate!" Davis said loudly.
The little wizards immediately looked at him happily, and the Weasley twins even crossed the team and pinched him from left to right.
"How the hell can you say what we think?!"
"What if the professor knows our plan and deliberately lets us graduate smoothly?!"
Tver watched their tricks with amusement.
"Don't worry, even if you never graduate, I won't let you enter my club."
"..."
The students' smiles disappeared instantly, and Davis and the others stopped caring about being weird and quickly stood still.
"Professor, you can't do this!"
"Say a standard, and I will definitely work hard for this standard, even if I don't sleep!"
"For example, only girls are recruited?" Tver said funnyly.
George and Fred stared at each other silently for a while.
"It's not impossible!" they gritted their teeth and replied.
"...Forget it, I don't want to see you guys wearing skirts either."
Tver was helpless at their shamelessness.
"The selection of the club depends on the final list. I will only choose the most malleable students, not necessarily the strongest..."
——"Then we definitely have a good chance." George said with a smile.
"But it must be the most receptive, at least willing to accept some... content that may be deviant."
——"That's perfect for us. We never follow the rules." Fred smiled even more happily, but when he saw the professor's darkened face, he quickly added, "Of course, we will abide by your rules."
"In short, if students want to join the club, they must at least think carefully. I will give you two weeks to consider it."
"Within two weeks, you can come here to sign up at any time, and you can come here to cancel at any time."
"Of course, you can choose to quit at any time if you are selected, but I hope you can stick to it."
They did hesitate.
Especially when I think of the professor's Durmstrang background, although there is no prejudice, it is always true that black magic is taught in that school!
They were very suspicious that the professor would teach black magic in the club...
Tver did not explain. He did want to teach some black magic to the club, but he definitely did not want to teach them to use black magic.
If he really did this, Dumbledore would be the first to catch him...
"Okay, let's think about this issue after class. Don't be too anxious. After all, you will probably be screened by me if you sign up."
"?2?2_?2?2..."
The students don’t know how many times they have been hurt by the professor.
I had just enjoyed the feeling of choice for a while, but now I was left speechless.
Satisfied with the effect of these words, Tver clapped his hands and focused their attention on himself.
At least it's friendly attention.
"Then we will officially start the first class of this school year."
"Do you still remember the first class two years ago?"
"Then I remember it clearly!" Davis said loudly immediately, not even paying attention to the faint laughter of the students.
"We wanted to duel with you back then, but we were all hung up. I always look forward to experiencing that kind of experience again..."
Seeing the strange looks in his classmates' eyes, he quickly added: "It means experiencing your combat teachings!"
Tver also gave him a strange look before continuing the class.
"Yes, after two years of study, I think your strength has improved a lot."
"So, let's relive two years ago?"
