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Chapter 98: The Second Week of Work Passed Just Like That
2022-07-14 Author: I'm Just a Pigeon
"Bastard, I'll teach you to throw that! I'll teach you!"
Without William calling a stop, the two brawling wizards finally had a winner. The one who threw the Dungbomb was pinned to the ground, receiving a sound beating, a visible bruise already forming at the corner of his eye.
The other one wasn't much better off. A large piece of his robe was torn off, a lock of his hair was missing, and his mouth was bleeding. Aside from the triumphant expression that identified him as the victor, the two didn't look much different.
Just as he was about to show off to the surrounding crowd, he noticed the professor wearing a Bubble-Head Charm and remembered that this was a class.
"Professor, you saw it, he started it!"
Very good, he knows to tattle first. This kid has a future.
William nodded in acknowledgment. "That's right, I saw it. He tried to attack you with a Dungbomb. While not against the rules, it was indeed malicious. Likewise, neither of you used Dark Magic while fighting, so that's not against the rules either."
"That's great, Professor."
He excitedly took a few steps forward, seeming to want to share his joy, but everyone, from his housemates to William, the professor, took a step back.
'This kid, what's his name again? Right, Roy.'
"Student Roy, calm down. I haven't finished explaining my decision. If you come any closer, I'm afraid I'll have to send you to Mr. Filch on charges of attempting to attack a professor."
William tried his best to keep the disgust from his tone as he spoke.
"And as for the other student, Stephen, how are you feeling? Can you stand up on your own? If you can't, I'll use a Levitation Charm to send you to the Hospital Wing for treatment."
The other student, who had been beaten to the ground, immediately sprang to life. Being sent to the Hospital Wing by a Levitation Charm meant being paraded in his current state through half the school. If that happened, he would rather be hung from the top of the Astronomy Tower.
"Alright, both of you stand over there and don't move. Await your punishment. If you wish, you can use a spell to clean yourselves up first."
William said to the two of them, then turned to face the remaining students.
Since the seventh-years had mostly gotten this far on their self-study abilities, their practical skills were quite high. As William scanned the room, he saw a sea of Bubble-Head Charms, giving him a sense of déjà vu, as if he'd left a fantasy world and entered a sci-fi setting—the Bubble-Head Charms looked far too much like astronaut helmets.
"There's one last pair of students left. Do you two still want to go up and fight?"
His voice, filtered through the Bubble-Head Charm, became muffled, but it was still clear.
The two students glanced at the wrecked dueling ground, which was in a complete mess, and shook their heads in unison. Seeing such a fight today had been worth it; there was no need to go up and fight themselves. If their coordination was off and they slipped and fell, they probably wouldn't be able to stomach their lunch.
"Very good, then the dueling lesson is basically over—" William said seriously, then turned his head. "You two over there, are you finished cleaning up?"
"Almost, Professor!"
As he spoke, the student named Roy used a whirlwind charm to deal with the debris on his clothes.
After another two minutes or so, even their torn robes had been magically repaired. Aside from the visible scars on their faces, there wasn't even a trace of a fight on their robes, making William marvel at the wonders of magic.
Although in terms of pure combat power, he could certainly take down these two students with ease, when it came to the breadth of their magical learning, they completely crushed him. The number of lifestyle-related spells he knew could barely be counted on one hand.
"Very good use of magic. One House Point each to Gryffindor and Slytherin."
"It was nothing, Professor."
Roy, the victor, said humbly with a happy expression. Stephen, beside him, remained silent, but because he'd earned a House Point, his expression wasn't as grim.
"So, you'd better work on your physical training. After class is dismissed, you two will go to Mr. Filch, get some cleaning agent, and clean this classroom with your bare hands and a cloth. No magic allowed."
William looked at the two of them and announced their punishment with a smile.
"No, Professor! You said it wasn't against the rules!"
"I'm not talking about breaking rules," William shook his head, his voice becoming a low growl. "Are you two orangutans, some kind of magical creatures from Uganda? You've learned magic for six whole years, and then you use your fists in front of a crowd of classmates?"
"After he threw that at you, you should have used a hex! What was that, grabbing him and charging? If just one spell had flown your way, you'd have been flat on your back. At that range, you could have been hit by three or more spells! And you! He comes at you and you run? The Leg-Locker Curse, the Petrification Charm, the Stunning Spell—that's fifth-year knowledge at most. You're about to graduate from Hogwarts, and you don't use a single spell when someone chases you down with their fists? Isn't your wand crying?"
"But you remember how to use your wand when it's time to clean up? Are we in a home economics class? Should I go borrow some cookbooks from Professor Sprout of Hufflepuff next lesson and give you a cooking class? And then at the end of the term, I can proudly announce that the seventh-year students of Hogwarts are ready for marriage? Do you think this is Japan, that you're here for bridal training?"
"And, most importantly, I gave you two chances, and you had no intention of cleaning up the wrecked grounds at all! Were the next students supposed to duel standing over here?"
The two students bowed their heads together. Their failure to use their wands was completely indefensible.
"Alright, class dismissed. Write an essay on the topic of wound healing. The length is up to you. Those whose essays pass can participate in the next practical class. As for those who don't pass—self-study and you'll complete an exam paper. Of course, if you're willing to be practice dummies, you can also join the practical class."
William waved his hand, then led a group of students straight for the door. The Bubble-Head Charm could deal with the olfactory assault, but the visual damage was unavoidable.
"Goodbye, Professor."
"Goodbye."
...
Amidst a series of farewells, the students gradually dispersed. It seemed everyone was mostly satisfied with the lesson—except for the two unlucky fellows punished with cleaning the classroom.
—
'Thursday, my second week at Hogwarts.'
'The classroom I worked so hard to tidy up was dirtied by two bastard kids (crossed out). Punishing them is perfectly reasonable. However, their practical combat experience is truly abysmal. This needs to be reinforced, especially since they're about to leave school.'
'Professor Lockhart's club is still very popular. In comparison, I punished two more students today. The seventh-years don't seem to hold a grudge, though. It looks like the fifth-years still need more training.'
'Also, the sky is still gloomy. It's not going to rain again tomorrow, is it?'
PS: Daytime chapter, yes?
(end of chapter)
2022-07-14 Author: I'm Just a Pigeon
"Bastard, I'll teach you to throw that! I'll teach you!"
Without William calling a stop, the two brawling wizards finally had a winner. The one who threw the Dungbomb was pinned to the ground, receiving a sound beating, a visible bruise already forming at the corner of his eye.
The other one wasn't much better off. A large piece of his robe was torn off, a lock of his hair was missing, and his mouth was bleeding. Aside from the triumphant expression that identified him as the victor, the two didn't look much different.
Just as he was about to show off to the surrounding crowd, he noticed the professor wearing a Bubble-Head Charm and remembered that this was a class.
"Professor, you saw it, he started it!"
Very good, he knows to tattle first. This kid has a future.
William nodded in acknowledgment. "That's right, I saw it. He tried to attack you with a Dungbomb. While not against the rules, it was indeed malicious. Likewise, neither of you used Dark Magic while fighting, so that's not against the rules either."
"That's great, Professor."
He excitedly took a few steps forward, seeming to want to share his joy, but everyone, from his housemates to William, the professor, took a step back.
'This kid, what's his name again? Right, Roy.'
"Student Roy, calm down. I haven't finished explaining my decision. If you come any closer, I'm afraid I'll have to send you to Mr. Filch on charges of attempting to attack a professor."
William tried his best to keep the disgust from his tone as he spoke.
"And as for the other student, Stephen, how are you feeling? Can you stand up on your own? If you can't, I'll use a Levitation Charm to send you to the Hospital Wing for treatment."
The other student, who had been beaten to the ground, immediately sprang to life. Being sent to the Hospital Wing by a Levitation Charm meant being paraded in his current state through half the school. If that happened, he would rather be hung from the top of the Astronomy Tower.
"Alright, both of you stand over there and don't move. Await your punishment. If you wish, you can use a spell to clean yourselves up first."
William said to the two of them, then turned to face the remaining students.
Since the seventh-years had mostly gotten this far on their self-study abilities, their practical skills were quite high. As William scanned the room, he saw a sea of Bubble-Head Charms, giving him a sense of déjà vu, as if he'd left a fantasy world and entered a sci-fi setting—the Bubble-Head Charms looked far too much like astronaut helmets.
"There's one last pair of students left. Do you two still want to go up and fight?"
His voice, filtered through the Bubble-Head Charm, became muffled, but it was still clear.
The two students glanced at the wrecked dueling ground, which was in a complete mess, and shook their heads in unison. Seeing such a fight today had been worth it; there was no need to go up and fight themselves. If their coordination was off and they slipped and fell, they probably wouldn't be able to stomach their lunch.
"Very good, then the dueling lesson is basically over—" William said seriously, then turned his head. "You two over there, are you finished cleaning up?"
"Almost, Professor!"
As he spoke, the student named Roy used a whirlwind charm to deal with the debris on his clothes.
After another two minutes or so, even their torn robes had been magically repaired. Aside from the visible scars on their faces, there wasn't even a trace of a fight on their robes, making William marvel at the wonders of magic.
Although in terms of pure combat power, he could certainly take down these two students with ease, when it came to the breadth of their magical learning, they completely crushed him. The number of lifestyle-related spells he knew could barely be counted on one hand.
"Very good use of magic. One House Point each to Gryffindor and Slytherin."
"It was nothing, Professor."
Roy, the victor, said humbly with a happy expression. Stephen, beside him, remained silent, but because he'd earned a House Point, his expression wasn't as grim.
"So, you'd better work on your physical training. After class is dismissed, you two will go to Mr. Filch, get some cleaning agent, and clean this classroom with your bare hands and a cloth. No magic allowed."
William looked at the two of them and announced their punishment with a smile.
"No, Professor! You said it wasn't against the rules!"
"I'm not talking about breaking rules," William shook his head, his voice becoming a low growl. "Are you two orangutans, some kind of magical creatures from Uganda? You've learned magic for six whole years, and then you use your fists in front of a crowd of classmates?"
"After he threw that at you, you should have used a hex! What was that, grabbing him and charging? If just one spell had flown your way, you'd have been flat on your back. At that range, you could have been hit by three or more spells! And you! He comes at you and you run? The Leg-Locker Curse, the Petrification Charm, the Stunning Spell—that's fifth-year knowledge at most. You're about to graduate from Hogwarts, and you don't use a single spell when someone chases you down with their fists? Isn't your wand crying?"
"But you remember how to use your wand when it's time to clean up? Are we in a home economics class? Should I go borrow some cookbooks from Professor Sprout of Hufflepuff next lesson and give you a cooking class? And then at the end of the term, I can proudly announce that the seventh-year students of Hogwarts are ready for marriage? Do you think this is Japan, that you're here for bridal training?"
"And, most importantly, I gave you two chances, and you had no intention of cleaning up the wrecked grounds at all! Were the next students supposed to duel standing over here?"
The two students bowed their heads together. Their failure to use their wands was completely indefensible.
"Alright, class dismissed. Write an essay on the topic of wound healing. The length is up to you. Those whose essays pass can participate in the next practical class. As for those who don't pass—self-study and you'll complete an exam paper. Of course, if you're willing to be practice dummies, you can also join the practical class."
William waved his hand, then led a group of students straight for the door. The Bubble-Head Charm could deal with the olfactory assault, but the visual damage was unavoidable.
"Goodbye, Professor."
"Goodbye."
...
Amidst a series of farewells, the students gradually dispersed. It seemed everyone was mostly satisfied with the lesson—except for the two unlucky fellows punished with cleaning the classroom.
—
'Thursday, my second week at Hogwarts.'
'The classroom I worked so hard to tidy up was dirtied by two bastard kids (crossed out). Punishing them is perfectly reasonable. However, their practical combat experience is truly abysmal. This needs to be reinforced, especially since they're about to leave school.'
'Professor Lockhart's club is still very popular. In comparison, I punished two more students today. The seventh-years don't seem to hold a grudge, though. It looks like the fifth-years still need more training.'
'Also, the sky is still gloomy. It's not going to rain again tomorrow, is it?'
PS: Daytime chapter, yes?
(end of chapter)
