Seeing the students’ pale faces, Tver didn’t bother to explain.
With a mischievous grin, he flicked his wand.
“Alright, leave your books on the desks.
All of you take your wands and step to the back.”
The students suddenly found they could speak out loud again, but they didn’t dare question him loudly like before, only whispering among themselves in groups of two or three.
“Can we run away right now and call Headmaster Dumbledore for help?”
“There are so many of us here; Professor Welfare wouldn’t dare do anything, right?”
“He said he wouldn’t kill us, but that doesn’t mean he won’t make us lose an arm or something!”
The students reached the open space at the back.
Tver stood facing them, 15 feet away (roughly 4.5 meters).
“Don’t worry, this is a simple duel: me against all of you.”
With a wave of his wand, the floor turned soft, as if walking on a mattress, and a thin membrane appeared around them, enclosing them within.
Some students tried touching it and found that the layer of membrane was very tough, yet gently caught their fingers.
This discovery put the students’ minds at ease.
The professor wasn’t really planning to beat them to a pulp.
“As you can see, the ground has become soft, so you won’t feel pain even if you fall.
The membrane around you is also meant to protect you.”
Holding his wand, Tver performed a dueling bow to them.
“As long as you defeat me, not only will your point deduction be canceled, but twenty points will be awarded to both of your houses—”
“Stupefy!”
A red light suddenly shot out from the crowd of students, rapidly flying toward Tver, accompanied by Roger Davies’s confident words.
“Professor, the duel has started, hasn’t it?”
Tver gave a light laugh, flicking his wand to block the Stupefy charm.
“Very good practice.
When facing a powerful opponent, a sneak attack—or surprising them—is your only secret to winning.”
“However, you must also be mentally prepared to be counterattacked by your opponent.”
Davies was stunned, and before he could react, he was bound tightly from head to toe by a rope, hauled upside down from the ceiling before he even realized what happened.
“Instead of standing there like an idiot.”
Hearing Davies’s screams, the students gripped their wands tightly, their palms sweating from nervousness.
However, once someone made a start, more would join in.
Besides, Professor Welfare was only eighteen, not much older than them. The source of this chapter is g.com.
No matter how strong he was, how strong could he be?
In an instant, the students chaotically shouted spells at Tver, lights of various colors flashing through the classroom.
Various spells hit the light membrane and dissipated.
“I’m glad you have such courage, but a reminder: don’t stand there like an idiot when casting spells.
Even a pig wouldn’t be that dumb!
There’s such a large area around you for you to run!”
Tver casually stringed up another female student who was standing still—don’t worry, bound right-side up this time.
The students were furious inside, but they also realized the importance of moving around.
Only, doing so greatly reduced the accuracy of their spells.
Tver didn’t even need to block; taking two casual steps was enough to dodge, providing them a perfect demonstration of proper footwork.
“Don’t hesitate when casting spells.
Decisiveness allows for faster incantations.
Even if dodged, you can still quickly attack next time.
You don’t even dare to put force into a fight—do you think this is three-year-olds playing house?”
With a flick of his hand, he blocked a flying spell while casting a Binding Charm that bound two people.
“Nice idea—two people casting spells to force movement, one main attacker.
But pay attention to your own defense, or you’re just naked pigs!”
“Professor, pigs don’t wear clothes anyway.”
“So you don’t even know defensive magic?!”
An Impediment Jinx flew out, knocking the Weasley twins and a student named Lee Jordan backward into the air, where they were caught by the outer membrane, still unable to escape being hung up.
Hearing Tver’s mocking words, the remaining students were exasperated, but they consciously and actively became more organized.
One group launched offensive spells at him, another tried to block the ropes flying around, and the rest looked for opportunities to force his movement and cause trouble for Tver’s actions.
“Very good.
It seems you’ve tentatively grasped the secret of fighting many against one, but you’ve forgotten the most important point—”
The students froze for a moment, then heard Tver call out his first spell.
“Wingardium Leviosa.”
This was the spell for the Levitation Charm, a simple magic they had learned in their first year.
But they didn’t feel a floating sensation, nor did they see anything float up.
A second after their confusion, an immense pressure instantly compressed every single cell in their bodies!
The young wizards who had learned Muggle knowledge immediately knew what this felt like.
Gravity had become stronger!
Tver intentionally controlled his magic output, keeping them pinned to the ground, then methodically hung all the young wizards up on the ceiling.
If someone walked in and saw this scene, they would probably think he had some unspeakable obsession.
So Tver—
Closed the door.
He found a desk to sit on, looking at the spectacular scene before him.
“To be honest, I’m very disappointed in you.” He shook his head.
“The magic you’ve mastered is extremely limited.
The ones used most are just Impediment Jinxes and Disarming Charms.
Only your standard spellcasting could be considered a highlight.”
“However, your spellcasting techniques are practically nonexistent.
You only know how to stand like wooden posts and shoot spells.
Remember, combat is not turn-based turn-taking; it’s real-time life-and-death.”
“Finally, a group of people managed to be like a heap of loose sand, needing a reminder from your opponent to realize teamwork.”
“Sooner or later, we will encounter opponents stronger than ourselves.
That is when cooperation should be the very first thought in your minds.
Scattering will only get you picked off one by one.”
“A complete failure among failures.
Dealing with you took more effort than dealing with a herd of pigs.”
Tver summarized a mountain of shortcomings for them, and the more he spoke, the angrier they became.
The young wizards were only tied up, not gagged, so of course they could talk back.
“You’re clearly being too cheap, Professor!” George kicked his legs weakly.
“If you gave us enough practice time, as long as we coordinated well, the one hanging up in the end would definitely be you!” Fred also swung back and forth in annoyance.
The students shouted in agreement one after another.
Honestly, losing was fine.
After all, Tver was a professor, and it was normal for a group of third-years not to beat him—it wouldn’t be embarrassing to tell people.
But this Professor Welfare’s tongue was just too infuriating, calling them pigs left and right.
Didn’t he know pigs were the least magical creatures around?!
The enraged students voiced their grievances against Tver continuously.
However, having learned from previous experience, they didn’t dare say anything too extreme, only complaining in hushed tones.
At that moment, a faint voice sounded.
“I think I’m about to have a brain hemorrhage…
Can someone put me down first…”