Hug your thighs

The students suddenly burst into smiles. They didn't like being hung up and beaten, in both senses of the phrase, and now with a Fawley Professor on each side, they wouldn't lose too badly. Only a few sharp-eyed students noticed the smile on Professor Fawley's lips, and suddenly felt a chill in their hearts.

Under Fawley's command, half of Gryffindor and half of Ravenclaw split to each side, forming two teams of equal numbers. And on each side, the "Tewell" figures had no wands, only able to use basic magic, let's call them Professor A and Professor B.

This was a sophisticated technique he had learned from Dumbledore—how to give transformed objects a certain will. Coupled with what he had learned from his teacher about human transfiguration, he had created these two fake people. Both figures were imbued with Tewell's combat memories but lacked true artificial intelligence, only able to react based on a certain program. Of course, if he were to control them meticulously, he wouldn't have time to grade papers.

First, he softened the ground and added a golden membrane around, then a burst of golden light exploded between the two groups.

"Bang!"

The long-awaited battle officially began!

The two professors simultaneously cast disarming spells, but the next moment, they were both blocked by an armor spell.

Their movements were also very similar, with spells flying back and forth between them, neither able to prevail over the other.

But the students were in trouble. They had hoped to perform well and get the real Tewell Professor to come out, but just the spells coming from the two fake people were enough to overwhelm them! However, since the main focus was still on the two professors, no one felt too overwhelmed, and they managed to give the other side a bit of trouble.

But with this, Professors A and B realized their roles...

The professors took a step back, hiding at the back amid the students' confused gazes.

However, their spells did not stop; on the contrary, with the human shield in front of them, they no longer had to resist spells and could freely unleash their offensive magic.

Who could withstand this onslaught?

Binding spells and disarming spells flew over, catching the unsuspecting students off guard. They were either bound or knocked off their feet, then suspended in the air.

These were protective spells specially prepared by Tewell to prevent the fallen students from being trampled on.

"Professor, I just tripped on my own, hey!" one suspended student shouted indignantly, kicking his legs in protest. But his protests were drowned out by the chaotic noise of the classroom, only heard by those who suffered the same fate.

"Give it up. Just now, someone argued that they were rolling on the ground to avoid spells and they still haven't been let down," a voice replied.

Indeed, Tewell hadn't noticed the students' plight, and even if he had, he wouldn't have cared. Wasn't it normal for students to be suspended?

His attention was all on these papers. Frankly speaking, it was appalling. Combat emphasizes spellcasting techniques, but textbook knowledge only requires memorization and has little to do with the professor's relationship. Even if Tewell were teaching, there wouldn't be much difference.

Whether it was because of a summer break causing students to forget what they had learned from the previous professor, or simply because they hadn't learned it well in the first place, the content on the exam papers was dismal. Except for a few top students who scored full marks, there were only about a dozen who scored above passing, less than a third of the class.

Don't think that Tewell's proficiency in combat would overlook these stiff theoretical knowledge in textbooks. In fact, his theoretical knowledge was also the best at Durmstrang, especially in Dark Arts Defense. Hogwarts didn't teach Dark Arts, so students' understanding of Dark Arts could only come from textbooks. If you don't even know your opponent's skills, how can you score?

And besides Dark Arts, there are many peculiar magical creatures and plants that students should be familiar with, while also remembering how to restrain them.

As the students' cries grew louder, Terwilliger sighed lightly, looking up at them. There weren't many students left on the field, and judging by the names, the three top students were still holding on.

Well, that was some good news, at least the combat abilities of the top students were commendable.

After watching for a while, Professor A, with the numerical advantage, successfully disarmed Professor B, ending the intense battle.

The students of Team A immediately stopped complaining and cheered loudly for their victory, while those of Team B looked a bit dejected and hung their heads low.

As for the remaining three students, they were spared from being bound. Their faces were flushed from the intense activity, their hair stuck tightly to their foreheads, and sweat dripped down.

As the number of classmates dwindled, the pressure on them increased. If it weren't for the professors realizing the importance of assistants and helping them resist many spells, they would have been suspended like their classmates.

But their wide-open mouths and smiles on their faces couldn't hide their fatigue.

"Very good, surprisingly good, just like your performance on the exam papers," Tewell's sarcastic tone was immediately felt by the students. "Ravenclaw, add four points; Gryffindor, add two points."

He didn't mean to let the students down from the ceiling, just tidying up the spells around and the two fake people.

"Professor, can I know my exam score?" one of the top students, Qiu Zhang, whispered.

"Oh, of course, all three of you got full marks," Tewell had a bit of a soft spot for the top students. "Only three full marks, so tell me, how did you feel about this battle?"

"Footwork, casting speed, self-protection, and teamwork!" a student named Eddie Camirch said confidently.

"You're absolutely right," Tewell chuckled at his confident face, "but zero points, copying homework won't truly improve your abilities."

"What I'm asking for is your experience in this battle. Can anyone tell me, including the students still hanging from the ceiling?"

Katie Bell, the only Gryffindor among the three top students, tentatively said, "Facing a strong opponent, you still need to bravely attack?"

... Is this what Gryffindor is all about?

Tewell Fawley hesitated for a moment, nodding ambiguously. "Yes, but not entirely."

"When facing a strong opponent, you must choose a clever way to attack, especially when you have an evenly matched opponent on your side."

"Uniting around him, creating favorable conditions as much as possible, and providing a comfortable output environment is the best way to achieve victory."

"So, the homework for this class is an essay on how to fight around a strong opponent, with no length limit."

It's called "Thigh Clutching Strategy" for short.

Tewell Fawley released all the students, and as they joyfully discussed the recent battle, he loudly added, "Also, considering your weak foundational knowledge, except for the three students with perfect scores, there will be a quiz before each class from now on!"

The disappearance of smiles!

Tewell's words stripped the joy from the students' faces like a harsh winter, turning them stiff as ice...