Chapter 20 The students' duty is to take exams

The next day, Tewell had a rare lie-in, but fortunately, he didn't have classes in the morning.

Last night, after a childish yet ingenious Transfiguration contest, he ended up losing.

Because Dumbledore shamelessly used the Elder Wand!

His original strength was already stronger than Tewell's, and now with the wand's amplification, even a teacher couldn't resist.

They discussed until late into the night, with the dawn breaking before they finally rested.

But it was mostly Dumbledore teaching, and Tewell learning.

Transfiguration is actually quite simple; students in their seventh year can master three techniques: the Transformation Charm, Vanishing Spell, and Summoning Charm.

Tewell was very proficient in this regard.

But to use extraordinarily powerful Transfigurations, achieving effects even stronger than regular spells, further study is required.

For example, control over magical power to give transformed objects greater flexibility; incorporating magical properties into Transfiguration, allowing transformed objects to have effects similar to spells.

...And in these aspects, Dumbledore was even more formidable than his teacher. Not that I'm saying my teacher isn't good. Tewell tried to divert the topic and headed to the Great Hall for breakfast.

At this time, there weren't many students in the Great Hall, but as soon as he entered, all attention turned to him. Soon, curious young wizards crowded around him, asking about Durmstrang.

"Durmstrang requires us to have crew cuts. I wonder if Mr. Malfoy can handle that?"

"We have fur cloaks and blood-red robes, depending on the weather."

"Yes, the weather is mostly cold, but some sturdy students choose not to wear cloaks."

"Here's an interesting fact: Quidditch is a worldwide sport, so we also have Quidditch teams, but they're not divided by houses. Instead, we form several teams."

"Alright, students, question time is over. I need to start class."

As class time approached, Tewell managed to leave the group of students. It seemed like most of the students without classes had gathered in the Great Hall, probably to hear Professor Flitwick introduce Durmstrang. However, he was willing to answer their questions, considering it a way to relieve the fatigue from last night's studies.

...

"I wonder when Professor Fawley will arrive."

"I heard he got surrounded by students in the Great Hall. Do you think he'll be late?"

"But we came so early, won't we miss his magical attendance charm?"

"I don't care about that; I've been practicing several spells just for a duel with Professor Fawley!"

Second-year students were discussing eagerly about the upcoming class, filled with excitement about the possibility of a duel. After fermenting all day yesterday, they were looking forward to the afternoon class, even hurrying through lunch to arrive early at the classroom.

"The professor is here!"

Someone exclaimed, and the classroom instantly quieted down as all eyes turned to the door. Sure enough, a suave Tewell strode in a few seconds later, holding a paper bag in his hand. He was a bit surprised to find the classroom already filled with eager students. Glancing around, he confirmed it was indeed his classroom before happily walking to the lectern.

"To be honest, if it weren't for the fact that the bell hasn't rung yet, I would have thought I was already late."

The students laughed with a sense of pride and joy, but the attendance step couldn't be skipped. Tewell waved his wand, and names appeared above each student's head.

Then, amid their astonishment, the golden light above their heads flowed into the student roster in his hands.

"Very well," he glanced at the parchment, "I don't think anyone would dare to skip my class."

Tewell tucked away the parchment, meeting the eager gazes below.

"Although you probably already know who I am, I'll still do a brief introduction."

"I, Tewell Fawley, your Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, do indeed hail from Durmstrang. However, I hope you refrain from discussing my alma mater in class; it's a rule for this course."

"As for your first lesson, I believe you all have a hunch."

Cheers erupted instantly.

"But please note," Tewell raised his voice, drowning out the cheers, "before we engage in combat, there's a less enjoyable step."

As he spoke, he waved his wand over the paper bag, and exam papers flew out, landing precisely in front of each student.

"A quiz."

The students slumped, their faces filled with disappointment.

"Don't worry, the battle you're looking forward to will come afterward. This quiz is to help me understand your situation in more detail."

Tewell conjured a giant hourglass for timing.

"You'll have half an hour, so don't feel too pressured. Just write down what you know. Even if you don't know, I can teach you throughout the year."

The hourglass turned, and the timing began.

Everyone immediately immersed themselves in the quiz.

Meanwhile, Tewell moved behind them, trying out the transfiguration techniques he learned yesterday.

The questions were based on last year's textbook, with some additional knowledge summaries provided by him. He noticed from yesterday's class that the previous teachers had essentially covered the textbook, but how much the students had learned was uncertain. Combat only offered insight into one aspect, which was not comprehensive enough.

So he deliberately created a set of exam questions to see how much they had learned in Defense Against the Dark Arts.

The half-hour quickly passed, as the exam questions were indeed not difficult. Those who knew the answers had finished writing long ago, while those who didn't were scratching their heads, unable to come up with anything.

After waving his wand and collecting all the exam papers, Tewell said the words everyone was eager to hear.

"Combat. I know you've been looking forward to this, so stand up and remember to take your wands!"

Voila! The students couldn't wait to put away their textbooks and, in an organized chaos, grabbed their wands and moved to the back.

To their surprise, they suddenly saw three Flitwick professors. Triple the fun?

Once they were in position, Tewell explained to them.

"After yesterday's lesson, I realized that you, uh, still have a lot of room for improvement. If I were to be your opponent, you wouldn't be able to unleash your full potential."

Pointing his wand at the other two identical "him," they immediately sprang to life, assuming a combat stance.

"You'll be divided into two teams, each protecting one of me, and then try to defeat the other me as much as possible!"