As his classes got into full swing over the next few days, Tver followed the same blueprint for the remaining third and second-year classes.
Before long, the young wizards of both year levels were as fired up as if they’d been injected with adrenaline, developing a fanatical interest in magical combat.
This feverish enthusiasm quickly spread to the other years.
They couldn’t attend Professor Welfare’s classes, but they could certainly learn from the second and third-years!
Consequently, the entire castle was filled with an air of combat.
After classes, students could be seen everywhere practicing wand movements and testing out spells, resulting in the occasional bystander getting knocked flat by a stray curse.
As a result, the counter-spells for Binding Charms and Stupefy became the most popular and widely mastered magic in the castle.
Under these circumstances, even the prefects’ repeated warnings proved useless—until the Weasley twins managed to strike Professor Quirrell in the back of his head.
It was the first time the young wizards had ever seen Professor Quirrell fly into such a rage.
Normally timid and stuttering, he docked fifty points from Gryffindor on the spot and gave them both detention.
Following a tactful reminder from Professor McGonagall, Tver was forced to address the Great Hall, reiterating the rule against using magic in the corridors.
He warned that violators would face a penalty of ten highly difficult exam papers.
Of course, the teachers knew that flat-out bans were futile—wizards practicing magic was only natural.
Thus, after some consideration, Albus Dumbledore allowed the students to use empty classrooms on each floor for practice.
He even thoughtfully furnished the rooms with plenty of cushions and training dummies.
Only then did the feverish atmosphere slowly begin to cool.
The only ones watching all this with cold detachment were the first-years.
To say nothing of combat, they hadn’t even learned basic magic yet.
They hadn’t even fully mastered the skill taught in their first Transfiguration lesson: turning a match into a needle.
Let alone any actual charms.
In their Charms classes over the past few days, they had only covered fundamental casting gestures and the basic flow of magic.
Producing a tiny spark of light was already a major achievement for them.
But none of this was Tver’s concern.
He had a far more important matter to attend to.
In the evening, after dinner, Tver bid farewell to the curious young wizards and set off along the path to Hogsmeade.
Only third-years and above were permitted to visit Hogsmeade on designated weekends.
But as a professor, he didn’t need to worry about such restrictions.
September evenings didn’t darken quickly.
It was twilight, his favorite time of day.
As the darkness approached and the sun cast its final rays, there was a touch of poignant beauty in the air. New chapters come out on g.com first.
Thus, rather than using Apparition, Tver strolled down the path, taking a rare moment to relax.
Hogwarts and Hogsmeade lay very close to one another.
Twilight had barely faded when he arrived at the village.
It was the only entirely wizarding settlement in Great Britain, filled with thatched-roof cottages and shops.
The sea of triangular gables could easily disorient a newcomer, but the shops within were enough to make anyone linger.
Even on a weekday, plenty of visitors were strolling about, and the cheerful laughter of children made the atmosphere feel a bit lighter.
If he didn’t have business to attend to, Tver wouldn’t have minded wandering around a bit.
Walking all the way to the end of the road, he arrived at a shop called Dervish and Banges.
The shop door stood open, and Tver stepped inside.
A few customers were browsing the wares while the proprietor attended to them.
Business seemed quite brisk.
Seeing that the owner was occupied, Tver browsed idly.
It was a magical equipment and repair shop, offering all sorts of magical instruments and devices, ranging from large wizarding doors to tiny Spectrespecs.
On one shelf sat several transparent glass balls, slightly larger than a fist, swirling with a faint, gaseous substance.
Tver read the description placed below them.
“Remembrall: Grasp it tightly.
If it remains clear, you have forgotten nothing; if it glows red, it shows you have forgotten something.”
“However, please note: if you have forgotten what you forgot, this Remembrall will be of no help.”
A gentle-looking man wearing glasses appeared beside him, a polite, practiced smile on his face.
“I am Banges, the shopkeeper,” he said, gesturing to the other proprietor.
“And that is my brother, Dervish.
We run this shop together.”
Tver looked back.
The two did indeed look very similar in both build and facial features, though Banges wore spectacles and had a slightly more scholarly air.
“Is this your first time here, sir?” Banges asked curiously.
The wizarding community was small, and Banges had an excellent memory.
If he had ever met someone of Tver’s striking appearance, he would not have forgotten him. This chapter is updated first at g.com.
“Yes.
It’s my first time in Hogsmeade as well,” Tver nodded calmly.
“Are you looking for something in particular, or simply browsing?
If you’re just looking around, I would be happy to show you our wares.” Banges’s smile grew warmer.
An extra customer was never a bad thing for a shop.
“I would like to commission a batch of items,” Tver said, producing a badge with a simple pattern engraved on it.
“I want to mass-produce items similar to this.”
Banges eagerly took the badge and examined it closely, uttering soft sounds of admiration.
“A badge made of non-magical materials, yet capable of bearing such a complete Shield Charm—and a remarkably powerful one at that.
Your mastery in this field must be extraordinary.”
Tver flushed slightly.
He was actually terrible at Alchemy.
He had only managed to create this badge by chance after consulting the Weasley twins.
Clearing his throat to keep from getting lost in the unearned praise, he spoke.
“Ahem.
Can you manufacture badges like this?
I require a stable, lasting effect, and ideally, they should have a recharging function.”
Recharging meant that once the stored magic in the item was depleted, it could be infused with magical energy to work again.
Essentially, the difference between a single-use battery and a rechargeable one.
Banges looked troubled.
Frowning, he continued to inspect the badge, testing its effect.
The magical energy inside immediately dropped by a significant margin.
This was not only because Tver had stored a limited amount of magic in it, but also because releasing a super-strong Shield Charm consumed far more energy.
Just then, the other shopkeeper, Dervish, warmly saw off the remaining customers and walked over to his brother, who was deep in study.
He gave Tver a discreet once-over before speaking.
This time, Tver didn’t need to repeat himself; Banges explained his request to Dervish.
Dervish didn’t offer an immediate answer either, instead leaning in with his brother to examine the piece as if they were completely alone in the shop.