The students playing outside the castle felt incredibly fortunate.
They were glad they hadn't spent their Sunday afternoon cooped up in the common room, dealing with the mountainous pile of boring assignments.
Instead, they were out playing and wandering in the snow.
Because they encountered a Fawley Professor who was friendlier than usual!
It all started with a senior student who noticed Professor Fawley walking towards the castle with a spring in his step and boldly speculated that the professor must be in a good mood.
Encouraged by her friends, she gathered her courage and asked the professor a question that had been bothering her for a long time.
"Professor, could you teach us some spellcasting techniques? Even if it's just a tutorial-style duel!" she asked eagerly, hands clasped over her chest.
Tewell paused, looking at the sudden group of young witches with confusion, but he was indeed in a good mood, so he stopped walking.
"Today is Sunday. Don't you plan to enjoy this leisurely time? Winter sun is quite rare," he remarked.
Seeing that the professor didn't directly refuse, the girl became excited.
"Even the rarest sunlight can't compare to the rarity of your appearance, Professor!"
The professor had been absent except for classes recently, and he didn't show up at all yesterday!
Her friends echoed boldly, "Receiving your guidance in this wonderful leisure time is the most perfect thing, isn't it?"
Feeling the professor's attitude softening, the witches praised him as if words were free.
Nearby students caught wind of something different happening and quickly gathered around, expressing their small expectations for the professor in a flurry of voices.
Seeing their excited faces, Tewell smiled wryly. "Alright, but no dueling. I'm afraid of hurting you."
The young witches cheered, their faces beaming with happiness. Yes, they were indeed very happy!
Since Professor Fawley arrived at Hogwarts more than three months ago, they had been requesting for more than three months, enduring Professor Quirrell for more than three months. Now, they could finally attend a class with Professor Fawley!
However, the first witch who asked the question was a bit unhappy.
Damn, why couldn't the sky have a ceiling!
In no time, news spread to every idle young witch that Professor Fawley would be tutoring senior students.
However, to their disappointment, this class was limited to students in the fourth year and above.
They were afraid that more students would come, and then Tewell would have to deal with three of himself.
Wait?
Could there really be three of him?
They were given twenty minutes to gather, and a clear space was cleared in the snow. After the preparations were done, despite some young witches still running over, Tewell formally began the class.
With a wave of his wand, a larger golden membrane than before enveloped the students he designated, separating the class from the onlookers.
Inside, there was laughter filled with pride and joy, while outside, there were only expressions of disappointment and frustration.
"I told you to hurry up, but you insisted on bringing several books!" Ron complained to his two companions.
Hermione threw her book bag in front of her impatiently. "Even if we came earliest, the professor is teaching senior students. It has nothing to do with us!"
Then she pulled out several thick books that could be used as weapons from her bag.
"It's better to bring some relevant books. Maybe it'll be easier to understand the professor's class for seniors."
The young witches around them lit up, but it was too late to rush back to the library now.
But they had a mobile library with them
So, the lower-grade students who didn't have the chance to attend class, as well as the senior students who arrived later, all gathered around Hermione and other top students.
Outside the golden membrane, small circles formed.
As for the students inside the class, they naturally surrounded Professor Fawley.
He once again used the same spell for attendance, but this time with a small change.
Each person's name still appeared above their head, but this time, the golden light converged into small ghosts, forming neat rows in the air. They resembled the little ghosts seen on Halloween.
"Now, everyone, stand under your own ghost and line up!" Tewell's voice rang out loud as he pointed his wand at the base of his neck.
With nearly a hundred students present, they were initially puzzled how these colorful-haired little ghosts could recognize them.
Soon, the little ghosts provided an answer.
"Mr. Prefect, please don't look around. Your ghost is standing above you."
"Flint, I'm over here, you idiot!"
A brash little ghost shouted, not very noticeable in the noisy environment, but the voice still reached Flint's mind.
At this moment, Hermione outside the class exclaimed in surprise.
"Do you all remember the professor's attendance spell?" She flipped through a book to the page about magical powers. "I've long suspected that the golden light above our heads isn't the professor's magic, but rather our own magic, and—"
Hermione frowned, hesitating whether to speak of this matter.
Ron, being lost in thought, suddenly snapped back.
"Keep going!"
Seeing the eager looks of the students around her, Hermione hesitantly continued, "It may also be related to our souls!"
"Does that mean the little ghosts are likely composed of our magic and souls, and they're constantly connected to us?" a senior student immediately grasped the significance.
"Does this mean Professor Fawley can freely extract souls and then kill us?" his friend asked in horror.
"If the professor wanted to kill us, he wouldn't need such flashy magic..." a young witch said softly.
Tewell was very satisfied with the effect of this magic.
Of course, he wouldn't use such magic to attack. Even with his current enhanced magical power, which was continuously increasing, using soul extraction as a means of attack was less effective than using the Killing Curse.
In fact, this magic actually implied the concept of the Dark Mark, spreading his message through soul communication.
Soon, under the guidance of the little ghosts, the students stood in neat rows, forming a 10x10 grid.
"Very good," Tewell scanned their excited faces. "Because there are quite a few students, today's class will have the little ghosts assist you with some supplementary guidance."
"You are all senior students, and each has your own learning tasks, so today I won't be teaching content from the textbooks."
"In other words, today we'll be slightly beyond the syllabus."
Suppressing a cheer, the students exchanged excited glances with their peers.
Of course, they would be happy to have the professor teach them a regular class, but what they most looked forward to were those brilliant and extraordinary magic beyond the textbooks!
"So, before we start the class officially, I have to ask you a question. Do you remember the battle between Professor Fawley and Professor Flitwick?"
All the students, including those outside the class, shouted without hesitation, "We remember!"
This was the first duel they had seen in many years. Even if they didn't remember the details, they would remember the magnificent magic.
"Do you still remember Professor Flitwick's Dual Magic Curse?"
The students immediately turned their eager eyes to Professor Fawley at the front—they seemed to have guessed what the professor was going to say next.
"Today, I will teach you—"
Tewell paused, allowing the students' expectations to peak.
"Magic used against magic!"