"Is there anything else?" Howl asked.
"No," the girl shook her head, then saw Howl on the stage wave his hand, "Miss Schmitz, please sit down first. We will explain this problem slowly, no need to keep standing."
The girl shook her head and remained standing, as if she wouldn't sit down until she got the answer she wanted.
Howl raised an eyebrow, which reminded him of Petunia Dursley's first appearance in front of Number Thirteen, Privet Drive.
This was not Hufflepuff at all.
"You're from the Muggle world, aren't you?" Howl asked.
"Yes," she nodded, "My father is a university Professor in the local area."
Howl nodded understandingly, "Then I suppose the primary school you attended must also be a very famous private aristocratic school in your county."
Her expression was puzzled, with some dissatisfaction at this evasive behavior, and she nodded, "Yes!"
"So?" she asked.
"So, it all makes sense," Howl said. "Because the environment you live in is too privileged, you don't even know what danger is."
As he spoke, Howl raised his hand and pointed at Schmitz.
"You, sit down first!"
A not-too-heavy force suddenly pressed on her shoulder, and she was immediately pressed back into her seat.
Howl disdained using the Soul-Stealing Charm on a child.
On the other hand, if this girl kept standing, the following words might be somewhat targeted. And he didn't want to point fingers at a child.
"First, is learning dueling compliant?" Howl looked around at them, his expression as still as stagnant water.
"I am sorry to tell you, it is absolutely compliant!"
"But—"
"Mr. Weasley, do not interrupt me. Gryffindor, five points from you!!"
The Weasley Twins turned back, helplessly looking at Percy in the audience behind them.
"Defense Against the Dark Arts has always been a subject that requires practical experience as its foundation. When it was named a non-academic subject like 'Defense Arts,' this foundation was laid!
If any of you want to use the previous Professor's methods to give me examples, there is no need.
I can only tell you that they are wrong."
Below the stage, various whispers and small movements arose. They exchanged glances, feeling that Professor Jones in front of them had suddenly become strict.
"I know some of you feel that fighting is rude, impolite, and unnecessary. And this is a school, it shouldn't be encouraged, right?"
As he spoke, he looked down, only to see many children nodding.
Not everyone looked forward to practical content, let alone dueling classes that might cause injury or pain.
This was too bad.
Humans instinctively fear pain; it is unavoidable.
"This is indeed a school, but looking at it broadly, this is the Wizarding World!" Howl's words became increasingly low, his voice drilling into every child's ear.
"I think you still haven't truly realized who you are!!"
As he spoke, he raised his hand.
With a whoosh, his entire palm burst into flames. The burning red glow of the flames stood out immensely in the somewhat dark classroom.
It also hid half of Howl's face in shadow!
"We are Wizards, we are spellcasters, we are independent individuals with extraordinary abilities!!
Does anyone know what that means?"
No one dared to raise a hand. Most people felt that stepping forward at this moment might just bring them bad luck.
Except for a Slytherin who was a senior student auditing the class.
Howl raised his hand, signaling him to answer.
"After gaining extraordinary power, individual desires will be amplified, and conflicts between people will easily erupt.
In other words—more struggles and deaths!"
"A very good answer. Slytherin, three points!" Howl nodded.
"We have laws, don't we?!" someone said.
Their words were full of disdain for Howl's argument.
"Laws are lagging.
Putting your safety in someone else's hands, to use Professor Snape's words, even a Troll wouldn't do that!"
Howl looked at everyone, extinguishing the flames in his hand.
Howl smiled, shaking his head, "You are still too young. Some cruel truths you may not be able to understand now.
But I think I can play a game with you, to let you experience the so-called cruelty unique to the Wizarding World!
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