A Certain Magical Hogwarts

Chapter 841 The Death Eaters are about to break out of prison!

A clear space was left in the classroom, where the young wizards formed a circle, watching the two fighting in the center.

It can't really be called a battle, because at least in a battle there's a back-and-forth exchange.

When one side is at a disadvantage throughout the entire process and has virtually no chance to fight back, that's called being passively attacked.

It was indeed a beating.

Neville was covered in dust, his robes were tattered, and there were wounds on his hands, from which a little blood seeped.

But the more disheveled he became, the more excited he became.

He was trembling with excitement.

Fighting the most powerful wizard, being defeated, listening to their analysis of where the problem lay, and then suddenly understanding everything... such opportunities are truly rare!

Neville cherishes every opportunity to fight William!

Although Neville could feel an abyss-like gap in skill with William no matter how he fought him, he could also sense his own limitations.

Getting stronger!

That's enough!

One day, he will have the power to kill Bellatrix Lestrange and other Death Eaters.

Harry watched the two fight with excitement, his heart pounding.

Only after joining the cram school did he understand what a battle between wizards was like.

The kind of combat he used to think about... you cast a stun spell, I'll cast a disarm spell in return... it's a joke!

"Neville is as passive as ever, taking the beating as he always is," Ron muttered. "And he's always so eager to get his way."

It looks painful to watch!

Harry listened to his friend's words, but sighed and said:

"If it were you, could you have lasted that long?"

I definitely can't do it!

Neville was already proficient in using the Spiral Water Arrow spell, which William had taught him just a few days ago, in this lesson.

I really don't know how much effort he put in outside of class.

Harry didn't know why Neville was working so hard, but Harry himself had his reasons for wanting to work hard, he just had never worked this hard before.

Ron blushed upon hearing this. He had been busy practicing Quidditch lately and hadn't reviewed the magic William had taught him at all.

Not to mention the recent lessons, he can't even remember what was taught in the very first lesson.

Inside the open space, Neville attacked several more times, but William easily dodged each time, asking in the same manner:

"Navie, what were the three most serious mistakes you made last time?"

"The spell's accuracy is too poor," Neville said as he moved.

"Anything else?"

He thought for a moment and said:

"Didn't you dodge before breaking the spell?"

William nodded slightly and then asked:

"Very good, the last mistake, and also the most important one."

Neville pondered for a moment.

William suddenly flicked his wand, sending him flying into the air where he was bound tightly with ropes.

A sofa appeared out of thin air and jumped into the air to catch Neville, allowing him to land easily.

William put away his wand and smiled, "That means... you haven't mastered the first two yet."

Everyone burst into laughter, and some even whistled at the two of them.

William clapped his hands, looked around, and said:

"It's still those two key points: spell accuracy and positioning! Dodge all the spells and hit the enemy."

you,

"Invincible!"

The students clapped enthusiastically.

William then selected seven or eight students and had them fight one by one, helping them analyze their own shortcomings.

William's method of teaching magic remained as practical as ever.

Only in this way can one truly understand and master the subject. Simply casting spells at each other is the most rudimentary form of teaching.

When it comes to actual combat, their legs might go weak, and they might even mispronounce the incantation.

Soon, Hermione, Cho, and the twins also sought help from students for practical training.

They are more than capable of doing this kind of thing.

Harry desperately wanted Cho to tutor him, but Cho had already found Luna.

Taking advantage of a lull, Cedric leaned close to William and whispered, "I want to confess my feelings."

William took a sip of black tea to moisten his throat and teased, "With whom? George or Fred?"

Or perhaps Shabi from your college?

"Get out!" Cedric roared.

William teased again, "Haven't you confessed your feelings many times already?"

"No, it's just one step away." Cedric plopped down next to William and lowered his voice.

"I only have six months left before graduation, so I have to hurry up and confess my feelings."

Cedric's worries were justified; those thieving eyes were all fixed on Qiu.

Especially Harry!

He didn't see through this kid years ago; he's always liked Qiu.

"You didn't even confess your feelings when the ball ended last year," William said, speechless.

What a great opportunity! It was almost a natural progression.

"I was thinking of confessing my feelings..." Cedric scratched his head and sighed.

"But Professor Snape saw it, and he deducted ten points from Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw, sending us both back to our respective houses."

"..."

Professor Snape really couldn't stand those young couples hanging around him all the time.

Of course, that's a low-EQ statement.

High emotional intelligence:

We do not want early romantic relationships to affect students' studies.

What a good teacher.

"Brother, you have to help me today!" Cedric put his arm around William's shoulder.

He gave off a disgusting look that said, "My happiness for the rest of my life depends on you."

But to those naive female students, it elicited screams and they started pairing up couples.

"How can I help you?" William asked. "You don't want me to get roses and candles, and then kneel down and confess my love, do you?"

Seriously? No one would confess their feelings in such a low-class way, right?

Cedric felt a toothache, and he had indeed thought about it.

My feelings are a bit complicated.

William thought for a moment and said:

"Otherwise, I'll have you two stay and tidy up the classroom. You take Qiu to the mistletoe; she really believes in these legends..."

"Hehe~" Cedric grinned lewdly. "You're the most cunning one."

"Call me the master of wits!"

William looked up and suddenly noticed that someone had pasted a newspaper on the wall behind the mistletoe.

There's also a picture of Harry on the front, grinning.

William thought to himself:

As Cedric and Cho kissed under the mistletoe, Harry's photograph stood nearby watching...

Hmm, what a strange scene.

Why do I have this inexplicable feeling of NTR (Netorare, a Japanese term for incestuous relationships)?

But William had no intention of tearing up the photos, because just thinking about them was exciting.

An hour later, he told everyone to stop.

"You've practiced very well," William said with a smile. "Come back to class after the Christmas break."

Amidst excited chatter, people emerged from the room in twos and threes as usual, many wishing William a Merry Christmas.

"Autumn, you and Cedric tidy up the room," William instructed.

Qiu nodded and went to put away the cushions. Cedric winked and gave William an OK sign.

Harry wanted to stay, but Ron put his arm around his shoulder.

"Harry, can you practice Quidditch with me a little longer? I want you to help me hone my skills."

Ron still felt that Quidditch was more important.

If he doesn't practice now, he'll be killed by Angelina's wand before he can be killed by the Death Eaters.

Harry looked back at Cedric and Cho, the only two people left in the classroom... his heart was bleeding.

Harry felt a sense of loss, as if the person standing there helping Cho tidy up the room was him!

Fred and George stood furtively by the window, peeking at Cedric's confession.

They also invited William to watch it with them, but he declined.

He and Hermione had more important things to do.

According to the intelligence from the spy in black robes:

The Death Eaters are going to break out of prison tonight!

Bella, whom I've been longing for... I wonder if she's ready yet.

Not only Voldemort missed her, but William also missed her very much.

So he went to pick it up himself!

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