Chapter 56: Super class for senior students (1)
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Bai Bai Le Kai Shui
The students playing outside the castle were very happy.
I'm glad I didn't spend my Sunday afternoon sitting in the break room dealing with a mountain of boring homework.
Instead, they play and hang out on the snow.
Because they met a welfare professor who was friendlier than usual!
The reason was that she was still a senior student. She saw Professor Welfare walking towards the castle with brisk steps, and she boldly guessed that the professor was in a good mood at this time.
So with the encouragement of her friends, she plucked up the courage to ask the professor a question that had been bothering her for a long time.
"Professor, can you teach us some spell-casting skills? Even a teaching-style duel will do!" She held her hands on her chest and asked earnestly.
Tver was stunned for a moment, looking at the sudden appearance of these little witches with confusion, but he was in a really good mood, so he stopped.
"Today is Sunday. Aren't you going to enjoy this little free time? The sun is very rare in winter."
Seeing that the professor didn't mean to refuse directly, the girl had already become faintly excited.
"No matter how rare the sunshine is, it's not as rare as your presence, Professor!"
The professor has been invisible recently except in class, and he didn't show up all day yesterday!
Her companion boldly echoed: "Isn't it perfect to be tutored by your professor in your beautiful leisure time?"
Feeling that the professor's attitude had relaxed, the words of praise from the witches came out of their mouths as if they were free of charge.
The students not far away smelled something different and hurriedly trotted around, expressing their little expectations for the professor.
Looking at their excited little faces, Tver smiled helplessly.
"Okay, let's forget about the duel, I'm afraid of hurting you."
Now his body is full of magic power, as strong as a fire dragon. If he doesn't control it well, a pressure spell can kill a student.
The little wizards cheered immediately, with happy smiles on their faces.
Yes, so happy!
It has been more than three months since Professor Foley came to Hogwarts, and they have also been requesting for more than three months, and accepted Professor Quirrell for more than three months.
Now I can finally take a class with the professor!
It's just that the little witch who asked the first question was a little unhappy.
Damn it, how can there be no ceiling in the sky!
In less than a moment, the news that Professor Foley was going to tutor senior students reached the ears of every free little wizard.
But what they regret is that this class is limited to students in fourth grade and above.
I'm afraid that more and more students will come, and Tver won't be able to cope with even three of them.
Huh?
It seems like there can really be three of him?
The students were given 10 minutes to assemble and at the same time clear a clearing on the snow.
After finishing the preparations, Tver officially started the course even though there was still a little wizard trotting over.
With a wave of the wand in his hand, a golden film larger than before covered the students he had circled, separating the class from the little wizards watching nearby.
Suddenly, the inside was filled with laughter of pride and joy, while the outside was filled with expressions of loss and annoyance.
"I told you to hurry up and come here, but you have to bring some books!" Ron complained to his two companions dissatisfied.
Hermione threw her schoolbag in front of her angrily, "Even if we are the first ones here, the professor teaches senior students and has nothing to do with us!"
Then he took out a heavy book from his schoolbag that could have been used as a murder weapon.
"It's better to get a few related books. Maybe it will be easier to understand the classes taught to senior students."
The eyes of the little wizards around him brightened, but it was too late to rush back to the library now.
But there is a mobile library next to them!
So the junior students who had no chance to attend class, as well as the senior students who came later, all gathered around Hermione and other top students.
Small circles formed on the outside of the gold film.
As for the students in class inside, of course they were surrounding Tver.
He used the naming magic again, but this time there was a slight change.
Everyone's name still appeared above their heads, but this time the golden light gathered into little ghosts, forming a neat queue in the air.
It looks like the little ghost I saw on Halloween.
"Each of you stand under your own villain now and line up in formation!" Tver pointed his wand at the lower end of his neck and made a loud voice.
There were nearly a hundred students here. At first, they were still wondering how these little devils with colorful hair could recognize themselves.
Soon, these little devils gave the answer.
"Mr. Prefect, please stop looking around. Your little devil is standing on top of you."
"Flint, I'm here, you idiot!"
A rough kid roared there. It was not obvious in the noisy environment, but the sound still reached Flint's mind.
At this time, Hermione outside the venue shouted in surprise.
"Do you still remember the professor's roll call magic?" She turned a book to the page about magic. "I have long suspected that the golden light on my head is not the professor's magic, but actually belongs to those of us who are being cast. Magic, and—"
Hermione frowned, hesitant to say anything like this.
Ron was confused. His interest was aroused, but he suddenly got stuck.
[Simply even more hateful than the author Kavin! 】
"Keep talking!"
After looking at the earnest eyes of the students around her, Hermione hesitated and said, "Maybe it has something to do with our souls!"
"In other words, those little ghosts are probably made up of our magic power and souls, and are still connected to the main body?" A senior student immediately realized the key.
"Does this mean that Professor Welfare can extract souls at will and kill us?" His friend asked in horror.
"If the professor wants to kill us, he doesn't need such fancy magic..." a little witch said quietly.
Tver was very satisfied with the effect of this magic.
Of course he would not use such magic to attack. Even if his magic power becomes stronger now, it is still getting stronger. If he wants to attack by extracting souls, it is really better to learn from Voldemort and play the Death Curse.
In fact, this magic actually implies the concept of the Black Devil's symbol, which can spread his message through soul communication.
Soon, the students all stood up under the guidance of the little devil, forming a queue of 10*10.
"Very good," Tver glanced at their excited faces, "Because there are more students, there will be some little ghosts to give you some auxiliary guidance in today's class."
"You are all senior students, and each of you has your own learning tasks, so I will not teach you the content in the textbook today."
"That is to say, we will go a little overboard today."
The students gave a suppressed cheer and looked at each other ecstatically with their friends.
Of course they would be happy if the professor gave them normal courses.
But what I am most looking forward to is teaching those exquisite magics that go beyond the textbooks!
"Well, before the class begins, I have to ask you a question first. Do you still remember the close battle between me and Professor Flitwick?"
All students, including those on the sidelines, shouted without hesitation: "Remember!"
This is the first duel they have seen in so many years. Even if they don't remember the details, they will remember the wonderful magic in it.
"So, do you remember Professor Flitwick's double curse?"
The students immediately turned their sharp eyes to Professor Welfare at the front - they seemed to have guessed what the professor was going to say next.
"Today, I will teach you -"
Tver paused, letting the students' expectations reach their peak.
"Use magic on magic!"
I'm glad I didn't spend my Sunday afternoon sitting in the break room dealing with a mountain of boring homework.
Instead, they play and hang out on the snow.
Because they met a welfare professor who was friendlier than usual!
The reason was that she was still a senior student. She saw Professor Welfare walking towards the castle with brisk steps, and she boldly guessed that the professor was in a good mood at this time.
So with the encouragement of her friends, she plucked up the courage to ask the professor a question that had been bothering her for a long time.
"Professor, can you teach us some spell-casting skills? Even a teaching-style duel will do!" She held her hands on her chest and asked earnestly.
Tver was stunned for a moment, looking at the sudden appearance of these little witches with confusion, but he was in a really good mood, so he stopped.
"Today is Sunday. Aren't you going to enjoy this little free time? The sun is very rare in winter."
Seeing that the professor didn't mean to refuse directly, the girl had already become faintly excited.
"No matter how rare the sunshine is, it's not as rare as your presence, Professor!"
The professor has been invisible recently except in class, and he didn't show up all day yesterday!
Her companion boldly echoed: "Isn't it perfect to be tutored by your professor in your beautiful leisure time?"
Feeling that the professor's attitude had relaxed, the words of praise from the witches came out of their mouths as if they were free of charge.
The students not far away smelled something different and hurriedly trotted around, expressing their little expectations for the professor.
Looking at their excited little faces, Tver smiled helplessly.
"Okay, let's forget about the duel, I'm afraid of hurting you."
Now his body is full of magic power, as strong as a fire dragon. If he doesn't control it well, a pressure spell can kill a student.
The little wizards cheered immediately, with happy smiles on their faces.
Yes, so happy!
It has been more than three months since Professor Foley came to Hogwarts, and they have also been requesting for more than three months, and accepted Professor Quirrell for more than three months.
Now I can finally take a class with the professor!
It's just that the little witch who asked the first question was a little unhappy.
Damn it, how can there be no ceiling in the sky!
In less than a moment, the news that Professor Foley was going to tutor senior students reached the ears of every free little wizard.
But what they regret is that this class is limited to students in fourth grade and above.
I'm afraid that more and more students will come, and Tver won't be able to cope with even three of them.
Huh?
It seems like there can really be three of him?
The students were given 10 minutes to assemble and at the same time clear a clearing on the snow.
After finishing the preparations, Tver officially started the course even though there was still a little wizard trotting over.
With a wave of the wand in his hand, a golden film larger than before covered the students he had circled, separating the class from the little wizards watching nearby.
Suddenly, the inside was filled with laughter of pride and joy, while the outside was filled with expressions of loss and annoyance.
"I told you to hurry up and come here, but you have to bring some books!" Ron complained to his two companions dissatisfied.
Hermione threw her schoolbag in front of her angrily, "Even if we are the first ones here, the professor teaches senior students and has nothing to do with us!"
Then he took out a heavy book from his schoolbag that could have been used as a murder weapon.
"It's better to get a few related books. Maybe it will be easier to understand the classes taught to senior students."
The eyes of the little wizards around him brightened, but it was too late to rush back to the library now.
But there is a mobile library next to them!
So the junior students who had no chance to attend class, as well as the senior students who came later, all gathered around Hermione and other top students.
Small circles formed on the outside of the gold film.
As for the students in class inside, of course they were surrounding Tver.
He used the naming magic again, but this time there was a slight change.
Everyone's name still appeared above their heads, but this time the golden light gathered into little ghosts, forming a neat queue in the air.
It looks like the little ghost I saw on Halloween.
"Each of you stand under your own villain now and line up in formation!" Tver pointed his wand at the lower end of his neck and made a loud voice.
There were nearly a hundred students here. At first, they were still wondering how these little devils with colorful hair could recognize themselves.
Soon, these little devils gave the answer.
"Mr. Prefect, please stop looking around. Your little devil is standing on top of you."
"Flint, I'm here, you idiot!"
A rough kid roared there. It was not obvious in the noisy environment, but the sound still reached Flint's mind.
At this time, Hermione outside the venue shouted in surprise.
"Do you still remember the professor's roll call magic?" She turned a book to the page about magic. "I have long suspected that the golden light on my head is not the professor's magic, but actually belongs to those of us who are being cast. Magic, and—"
Hermione frowned, hesitant to say anything like this.
Ron was confused. His interest was aroused, but he suddenly got stuck.
[Simply even more hateful than the author Kavin! 】
"Keep talking!"
After looking at the earnest eyes of the students around her, Hermione hesitated and said, "Maybe it has something to do with our souls!"
"In other words, those little ghosts are probably made up of our magic power and souls, and are still connected to the main body?" A senior student immediately realized the key.
"Does this mean that Professor Welfare can extract souls at will and kill us?" His friend asked in horror.
"If the professor wants to kill us, he doesn't need such fancy magic..." a little witch said quietly.
Tver was very satisfied with the effect of this magic.
Of course he would not use such magic to attack. Even if his magic power becomes stronger now, it is still getting stronger. If he wants to attack by extracting souls, it is really better to learn from Voldemort and play the Death Curse.
In fact, this magic actually implies the concept of the Black Devil's symbol, which can spread his message through soul communication.
Soon, the students all stood up under the guidance of the little devil, forming a queue of 10*10.
"Very good," Tver glanced at their excited faces, "Because there are more students, there will be some little ghosts to give you some auxiliary guidance in today's class."
"You are all senior students, and each of you has your own learning tasks, so I will not teach you the content in the textbook today."
"That is to say, we will go a little overboard today."
The students gave a suppressed cheer and looked at each other ecstatically with their friends.
Of course they would be happy if the professor gave them normal courses.
But what I am most looking forward to is teaching those exquisite magics that go beyond the textbooks!
"Well, before the class begins, I have to ask you a question first. Do you still remember the close battle between me and Professor Flitwick?"
All students, including those on the sidelines, shouted without hesitation: "Remember!"
This is the first duel they have seen in so many years. Even if they don't remember the details, they will remember the wonderful magic in it.
"So, do you remember Professor Flitwick's double curse?"
The students immediately turned their sharp eyes to Professor Welfare at the front - they seemed to have guessed what the professor was going to say next.
"Today, I will teach you -"
Tver paused, letting the students' expectations reach their peak.
"Use magic on magic!"
