Chapter 19 My damn desire to win
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Bai Bai Le Kai Shui
Tver was unaware of the compliments he received from the students, or in other words, he had no time to pay attention to the students.
He was in a little trouble.
The students spoke highly of the battle in the classroom and considered it to be the most valuable battle teaching they had ever experienced.
But it was different in the eyes of some professors, especially Professor McGonagall, who was known for his rigor.
"I'm not questioning your approach. In fact, I'm glad that Hogwarts can have one more professor who is proficient in combat."
Professor McGonagall thought for a moment before speaking out.
"But I hope you can consider the strength of the children. Hanging them up is really..."
She thought for a while and couldn't figure out what words to use to describe it, so Tver had to help her fill it in.
"Unsightly?"
"Yes, it's unsightly," Professor McGonagall nodded seriously, "Just tying them up is fine, but hanging them from the ceiling can easily make parents think that our school is corporally punishing students."
Just as Tweel was about to explain, Dumbledore on the side spoke first.
"It's okay, Minerva, what Tver did is very interesting," he pointed his right hand at the excited students, "you can see, the students like this very much."
"As for parents, I think they won't mind such a small problem when they see their children's strength growing."
After the principal spoke, Professor McGonagall stopped saying anything. Anyway, if there was a complaint letter, it would only be sent to Dumbledore.
However, Tver also gave a small explanation to prevent others from thinking that he had any special quirks.
"I just punish them like this when facing third-year students, so that they can experience the cruelty of battle."
"For first- and second-year students, please forgive me, they are far from being able to fight. The most they can do is play games."
Professor McGonagall smiled awkwardly.
The school has just started, so it is natural for the first-year students to be weak, but they will be suspicious of the strong students.
They were only second-year students. After a year of study, to be honest, Professor McGonagall felt that their level was no better than that of first-year freshmen.
Thinking of this, she glanced vaguely at Quirrell, who was shrinking and evasive.
It is all because such professors occupy Defense Against the Dark Arts positions that Hogwarts students cannot learn useful knowledge.
Fortunately, this year Albus has become more enlightened and hired an additional assistant, and he is such an excellent assistant.
Just thinking about that rumor, she couldn't help but worry.
Won't Tver only last for one year and then be forced to leave school?
Tver's hand holding the wine glass paused for a moment. What did he say? Why was Professor McGonagall looking at him so worried?
Professor Flitwick didn't think so much.
"Tver, you teach combat, but the students have learned very little magic. How are you going to teach them?"
Defense Against the Dark Arts and Charms are actually very closely related.
Charms class teaches students new magic, while Defense Against the Dark Arts teaches students how to use these magics to deal with possible dangers in life.
Therefore, the higher the grade, the easier it is for students to learn Defense Against the Dark Arts, as they know more magic.
But Tver only teaches students below the third grade, so Professor Flitwick is worried about this problem. He is afraid that the content of the class will not be as rich as that of senior students, causing students to be dissatisfied with Tver.
Tver was prepared.
"Mainly teaching them some spell-casting techniques in class, as well as some different applications of the magic they have learned."
"If you don't mind, I will also teach them practical magic for combat."
"Of course not," Professor Flitwick said with a smile, "I wonder if you are good at transformation, and it is also very useful in battle."
Professor McGonagall's attitude towards Tver became more friendly, as if she was afraid that they would not be able to see each other again after this year.
So when I heard this, I turned around and joined the conversation.
"I wouldn't mind if Tver can teach students how to use transformation. To be honest, many students don't know the application of transformation in combat. They always think that transformation is useless."
Tver was also helpless about this point of view. Except for the masters of transfiguration, few people realized the huge role of transfiguration in combat.
It just so happened that his teacher was a master who was proficient in the art of transfiguration. Although the teacher often criticized him for focusing on black magic and despising transfiguration, his attainments in transfiguration were not comparable to those of ordinary wizards.
I just don’t know how strong Dumbledore, who is known as the world’s best in transfiguration alone, is in this regard.
Sensing Tweel's gaze, Dumbledore turned to him and raised his glass. His blue eyes were as clear as a baby's, but they were invisible to him, a master of Legilimency.
"I also look forward to seeing more applications of transformation, not just in combat. If Tver needs it, can we communicate?"
"You shouldn't communicate properly," Tver quickly raised his glass in reply, "In front of you, I'm just a student."
So, after dinner, Turville followed Dumbledore to the principal's office.
It's the same room as last time, with the same layout, and the portraits still have a bit of scrutiny.
"People don't like changes when they get old," Dumbledore sat behind the long table, smiling expectantly, "Tea, or pumpkin juice?"
Tweel calmly sat opposite Dumbledore, "Let's go to pumpkin juice. I seem to be in love with this drink."
As soon as he finished speaking, the bottle filled with pumpkin juice on the long table sprouted four legs and trotted up to him happily.
The cup is deformed from the bottle cap. It is small and exquisite, and is covered with lines like flowing clouds.
Looking at this scene, Tver showed an unexpected smile.
From the very beginning, I gave myself a warning. This is it.
"But I prefer a bigger cup, would you mind?"
He didn't wait for Dumbledore to answer. The cup continued to extend and turned into a wine glass. Then the mouth of the bottle automatically bent down, pouring out the fragrant pumpkin juice.
Dumbledore's originally proud smile suddenly faltered.
He cast spells without a wand and silently, coupled with difficult transformation techniques. He showed this trick just to shock the young professor.
Lest Tver become arrogant because of his extraordinary strength at such a young age.
Unexpectedly, Tver also performed a wandless and silent spell on his backhand, which was still a transformation based on his transformation technique.
It can be said that it is a nesting doll transformation technique, but he is still the one trapped in the quilt.
However, the pumpkin juice did not pour for long before it suddenly stopped.
Because Tver's deformed wine glass turned into a smaller glass again, and it would overflow if it fell again.
"I just remembered that we just finished dinner, so it's best not to drink too much pumpkin juice."
My goddamn desire to win.
Dumbledore looked proudly at Twil, whose face was full of black lines.
"It's okay, I'm still young and my digestion is good." Tver's smile became even more proud.
The cup changed again.
He was in a little trouble.
The students spoke highly of the battle in the classroom and considered it to be the most valuable battle teaching they had ever experienced.
But it was different in the eyes of some professors, especially Professor McGonagall, who was known for his rigor.
"I'm not questioning your approach. In fact, I'm glad that Hogwarts can have one more professor who is proficient in combat."
Professor McGonagall thought for a moment before speaking out.
"But I hope you can consider the strength of the children. Hanging them up is really..."
She thought for a while and couldn't figure out what words to use to describe it, so Tver had to help her fill it in.
"Unsightly?"
"Yes, it's unsightly," Professor McGonagall nodded seriously, "Just tying them up is fine, but hanging them from the ceiling can easily make parents think that our school is corporally punishing students."
Just as Tweel was about to explain, Dumbledore on the side spoke first.
"It's okay, Minerva, what Tver did is very interesting," he pointed his right hand at the excited students, "you can see, the students like this very much."
"As for parents, I think they won't mind such a small problem when they see their children's strength growing."
After the principal spoke, Professor McGonagall stopped saying anything. Anyway, if there was a complaint letter, it would only be sent to Dumbledore.
However, Tver also gave a small explanation to prevent others from thinking that he had any special quirks.
"I just punish them like this when facing third-year students, so that they can experience the cruelty of battle."
"For first- and second-year students, please forgive me, they are far from being able to fight. The most they can do is play games."
Professor McGonagall smiled awkwardly.
The school has just started, so it is natural for the first-year students to be weak, but they will be suspicious of the strong students.
They were only second-year students. After a year of study, to be honest, Professor McGonagall felt that their level was no better than that of first-year freshmen.
Thinking of this, she glanced vaguely at Quirrell, who was shrinking and evasive.
It is all because such professors occupy Defense Against the Dark Arts positions that Hogwarts students cannot learn useful knowledge.
Fortunately, this year Albus has become more enlightened and hired an additional assistant, and he is such an excellent assistant.
Just thinking about that rumor, she couldn't help but worry.
Won't Tver only last for one year and then be forced to leave school?
Tver's hand holding the wine glass paused for a moment. What did he say? Why was Professor McGonagall looking at him so worried?
Professor Flitwick didn't think so much.
"Tver, you teach combat, but the students have learned very little magic. How are you going to teach them?"
Defense Against the Dark Arts and Charms are actually very closely related.
Charms class teaches students new magic, while Defense Against the Dark Arts teaches students how to use these magics to deal with possible dangers in life.
Therefore, the higher the grade, the easier it is for students to learn Defense Against the Dark Arts, as they know more magic.
But Tver only teaches students below the third grade, so Professor Flitwick is worried about this problem. He is afraid that the content of the class will not be as rich as that of senior students, causing students to be dissatisfied with Tver.
Tver was prepared.
"Mainly teaching them some spell-casting techniques in class, as well as some different applications of the magic they have learned."
"If you don't mind, I will also teach them practical magic for combat."
"Of course not," Professor Flitwick said with a smile, "I wonder if you are good at transformation, and it is also very useful in battle."
Professor McGonagall's attitude towards Tver became more friendly, as if she was afraid that they would not be able to see each other again after this year.
So when I heard this, I turned around and joined the conversation.
"I wouldn't mind if Tver can teach students how to use transformation. To be honest, many students don't know the application of transformation in combat. They always think that transformation is useless."
Tver was also helpless about this point of view. Except for the masters of transfiguration, few people realized the huge role of transfiguration in combat.
It just so happened that his teacher was a master who was proficient in the art of transfiguration. Although the teacher often criticized him for focusing on black magic and despising transfiguration, his attainments in transfiguration were not comparable to those of ordinary wizards.
I just don’t know how strong Dumbledore, who is known as the world’s best in transfiguration alone, is in this regard.
Sensing Tweel's gaze, Dumbledore turned to him and raised his glass. His blue eyes were as clear as a baby's, but they were invisible to him, a master of Legilimency.
"I also look forward to seeing more applications of transformation, not just in combat. If Tver needs it, can we communicate?"
"You shouldn't communicate properly," Tver quickly raised his glass in reply, "In front of you, I'm just a student."
So, after dinner, Turville followed Dumbledore to the principal's office.
It's the same room as last time, with the same layout, and the portraits still have a bit of scrutiny.
"People don't like changes when they get old," Dumbledore sat behind the long table, smiling expectantly, "Tea, or pumpkin juice?"
Tweel calmly sat opposite Dumbledore, "Let's go to pumpkin juice. I seem to be in love with this drink."
As soon as he finished speaking, the bottle filled with pumpkin juice on the long table sprouted four legs and trotted up to him happily.
The cup is deformed from the bottle cap. It is small and exquisite, and is covered with lines like flowing clouds.
Looking at this scene, Tver showed an unexpected smile.
From the very beginning, I gave myself a warning. This is it.
"But I prefer a bigger cup, would you mind?"
He didn't wait for Dumbledore to answer. The cup continued to extend and turned into a wine glass. Then the mouth of the bottle automatically bent down, pouring out the fragrant pumpkin juice.
Dumbledore's originally proud smile suddenly faltered.
He cast spells without a wand and silently, coupled with difficult transformation techniques. He showed this trick just to shock the young professor.
Lest Tver become arrogant because of his extraordinary strength at such a young age.
Unexpectedly, Tver also performed a wandless and silent spell on his backhand, which was still a transformation based on his transformation technique.
It can be said that it is a nesting doll transformation technique, but he is still the one trapped in the quilt.
However, the pumpkin juice did not pour for long before it suddenly stopped.
Because Tver's deformed wine glass turned into a smaller glass again, and it would overflow if it fell again.
"I just remembered that we just finished dinner, so it's best not to drink too much pumpkin juice."
My goddamn desire to win.
Dumbledore looked proudly at Twil, whose face was full of black lines.
"It's okay, I'm still young and my digestion is good." Tver's smile became even more proud.
The cup changed again.
