Howl's uniquely violent teaching methods had already caused quite a stir throughout the Castle.
In the corridors and the Great Hall, there were discussions everywhere about it.
It even affected some of the Professors.
"No, I don't have much profound knowledge in dueling," Professor McGonagall gently pushed her glasses up in class, her expression gentle.
The children sighed; indeed, although Professor McGonagall usually seemed very strict, it was said she had been a— for decades.
Her wand suddenly lifted, and before the Little Wizards could react, the entire classroom erupted into chaos, with desks, chairs, and benches transforming into various sizes of ferocious beasts, then surrounding Professor McGonagall, glaring menacingly at the children below.
In contrast, Professor Flitwick was completely different.
He sat cross-legged on a seat stacked with various books, his big beard trembling, and he was in a very talkative mood.
"Dueling, yes, dueling! I once had a superficial involvement in this area, and Professor Jones's words are not without reason.
After learning various wonderful magic abilities, people will always develop all sorts of ideas."
After speaking, he found that the Little Wizards below weren't listening to him at all, but were just looking at him with eager anticipation.
"Alright." Professor Flitwick could only nod helplessly, then twisted his wrist, and a spell exploded in the classroom.
They didn't even clearly see Professor Flitwick raise his wand, nor could they hear the short, rapid incantation.
However, they soon understood what spell Professor Flitwick had cast.
Grinning and whooping!
The Little Wizards in the classroom all laughed uncontrollably, as if there were hands tickling their armpits.
As for Potion Class, Snape was clearly very displeased with the children mentioning Professors from other classes.
And, it was Defense Against the Dark Arts!
"Such a shallow argument is enough to make you this excited; it seems there isn't enough in your brains," Snape said slowly in the gloomy underground classroom.
Snape was very unhappy!
His teaching philosophy was identical to Howl's.
It was about applying the learned spells in actual combat, giving them practical experience.
Of course, Snape felt it could be even more violent.
But besides that, he couldn't do better than Howl.
However, he would never say such a thing, maintaining his usual lifeless demeanor, like a gloom shrouding the Potion classroom.
"Professor, can you demonstrate?"
"Demonstrate? I recall saying not to foolishly wave your wand in the Potion classroom!" Snape looked at him.
"It seems you haven't remembered my words, Gryffindor loses five points!"
"But Professor Jones said that we are the ones foolishly waving wands, not you!"
The entire classroom fell silent.
Snape's mouth twitched, and he raised his hand, smoothing his wide sleeve.
"Since that's the case…"
With the Professors' encouragement, these Little Wizards also gained a deeper understanding of Howl's words.
Every Wizard is an individual with powerful magic, capable of easily bringing life to an end!
Of course, not all Professors could handle the questions from these Little Wizards with ease.
Professor Trelawney of Divination Class vaguely said she also possessed considerable magic, but when she tried to steer the conversation back to the class content, she found that the children were all looking at her with eager eyes.
Facing such gazes, she could only try every possible way to talk about the teacups in the children's hands.
But it was futile.
Finally, she grabbed the child who had first asked the question, yelling about some mortal enemy, misfortune, ominous words…
…
On the weekend, on the grounds, Draco and Harry walked along the muddy path, holding their brooms.
"Are you really going to use this thing for the tryouts?" Draco looked at Harry with a puzzled expression, occasionally glancing at the Meteor in Harry's hand.
It was completely a household broom.
And the ones used for sweeping at his house looked better than this.
"We're second-years, we can only try out for Seeker, right?" Harry changed the subject.
Draco nodded: "That's right, Flint still needs to decide on a Seeker.
Originally, there were other lower-years coming, but they all backed out after seeing my broom!
As for the other Beaters and Chasers, they're either old team members or they gave him things."
"Gave things?" Harry looked puzzled.
"It's…" Draco lowered his voice: "Bribed him."
After speaking, he looked up at Harry with a puzzled expression: "You don't even know that?"
"No, I just… Is that necessary?" Harry shook his head.
"It's a Slytherin tradition." Draco waved his hand indifferently: "But he wouldn't dare go too far; at least he recruits some good players."
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