From Azkaban To Hogwarts

Setting up a self-defense club requires more preparation than William imagined.

He was busy with this all weekend and even had to give up part of the time that should have been spent resting.

That was something that seemed easy, but was actually something that could break people's minds - since he decided to teach his students something, he had no intention of confusing the matter.

Because it is an on-campus club, the participating groups are naturally students from the four houses. Due to the existence of the Hogwarts branch system, the more senior students have more serious differences, he must take precautions to prevent these differences from breaking out in the club. .

The other professors' clubs may be okay, but self-defense techniques inevitably require the use of magic to attack and defend, which is much more dangerous than the other professors' clubs.

This is only the initial question. As the club develops, how will the funds for subsequent activities be calculated? How to arrange the growth and training of students?

Questions like this popped up one after another, killing William throughout the weekend. He even rarely yawned during breakfast on Monday morning.

"what happened?"

Adams, who was full of energy, greeted William with a curious look on his face, "How come you have changed into Singed's routine? If he accidentally wakes up and shows up at the dining table on Monday morning, he will be as disappointed as you." The way he wakes up."

"Regarding the club issue," William shook his head, "I've been working on it for a weekend, but I still only have a rough idea."

"It was indeed difficult. If the professor hadn't taken me with me at that time, it would have been difficult for me to survive." Adams looked at William sympathetically, "After all, there isn't even a professor in the castle who can give you a reference. The Self-Defense Club It happened before, but it basically didn’t last for a semester.”

"Alas..." William shook his head and sighed, strongly agreeing with Adams's point of view.

The two complained about the tiring aspects of the club, which made the professors around them laugh. "Don't worry, you are still young. Later you will discover the benefits of this kind of club that is different from the curriculum. If you don't have Training and development, the things you like will never become popular in the magical world in this life, and you will find that you don't even have a suitable communicator."

"The club is not an extension of the classroom. It means you take out what you are most interested in and share it with the students. Although it is certainly somewhat similar to the course, it is not an after-school tutoring class - that's what Muggles say. ?”

Professor Taylor added while looking at the people around him with questioning eyes, "Professor William, Professor Adams, don't think that is after-school homework. It is different from when you were a student. Don't get confused. If you find it from a party, If you’re not interested, what kind of club is that?”

"Huh? Is it like this?"

Adams looked at Professor Taylor in a daze, and then at the professors around him, with a confused look on his face.

"Otherwise, you wouldn't really read it as homework, would you?"

"I just think it's for training outstanding students...although it's more in line with my preferences," Adams covered his face, "I've been a professor for several years, why has no one told me!"

"Aren't you always very happy..."

Professor Taylor looked at Adams and was speechless for a while - You have been a professor for so long and you still don't understand?

William, who was watching them debate each other, wanted to lie down on the table and have a good sleep. Fortunately, he thought about it all night and came up with countless plans, but the essence of the club is really …

"William?"

"It's nothing, I just think... I should go back to the office and have a good sleep now, and then wake up when it's time for class..."

Although the professors' discussion just now sounded a bit discouraging, he always felt that there was something floating in his mind, but he was too tired to think about it properly.

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"Class, class, class!"

The sixth grade students chanted slogans in an extremely cheerful rhythm, and they were in a very happy mood.

In the last class, they finally got rid of the damn exam and happily passed the self-defense class. This made all the children who had spent the difficult OWLs years leave their last worries behind.

Then, the good news that a lot of people in the new fifth grade were locked up on the first day of school and their three full papers made all the sixth grade children overjoyed.

Just like they will look forward to sunny days in the coming year after military training, the sixth-grade children not only have no sympathy for the fifth-grade students' experiences, but even wish they had more papers.

"When will the professor come?"

There were cheers from the crowd, and everyone couldn't wait for the second class.

However, when it was finally time for class, they all opened their mouths.

Professor William's hair is a little messy and he is not in good spirits. He looks like he just woke up and ran over?

Such an idea only appeared for a moment before all the students subconsciously gave up. They did not believe that Professor William would come to class so perfunctorily.

They subconsciously looked at the paper bag held by the professor's arm and breathed a sigh of relief when they found that it was not very thick - but soon everyone became nervous. The professor suddenly put the bag on the podium and opened it with one hand. Move towards the center of the podium.

"Good morning everyone."

William walked onto the podium and smiled at all the students, "It's been a week since school started. How do you feel?"

"Excellent, Professor!"

The bolder students have already begun to answer the call - something they would never have dared to do when they were in fifth grade last year.

However, after that, he immediately looked at the paper bag on the podium, trying to use his eyes to prevent the contents of the bag from coming out.

"That's good," William smiled at the child who answered, and then took out a piece of parchment from the bag, "I suddenly had a very wonderful idea when I was catching up on my sleep, and then I spent more than half a day on it. I recorded it when I was young, and now I just want to share it with you.”

Because he was busy taking notes after waking up and never took care of himself, and it was time for class again, William could only use magic to quickly deal with it and then came over.

However, he didn't have the mind to focus on that. During the short break just now, he might have been influenced by Professor Taylor's statement, and suddenly he had a great idea. It was almost time for class after he had just sorted it out.

"Originally we had very important content to talk about in this lesson," William nodded, "but the current theory is so interesting and great that I can't help but want to share it with you."

Almost everyone cheered up - although the professor liked to give out papers and deliberately made them very difficult, their trust in a professor who could lead them all through OWLs was extremely high.

Under their curious gazes, William tapped the chalk with his finger, and the chalk immediately bounced onto the blackboard, and he started writing quickly.

"Wizard self-defense magic learning, this is the name of our class," William didn't even look at the chalk, his eyes were focused on the parchment, "At least when I was in Hogwarts, its name was this. .”

"I told you before that the so-called self-defense is to find ways to use all the means we can think of to protect ourselves, our loved ones, and our property."

"Of course, I still insist on this view now."

There was a chuckle from the students below, and William laughed, and then continued to describe his point of view to the students.

"But, after thinking about it for two consecutive days over the weekend and reminded by many professors, I have new ideas."

"That is, what kind of magic can be considered a qualified self-defense magic?"

"Of course, according to my previous point of view, magic that can protect is good magic. Regardless of its power or its scope of application, as long as you can use the right magic at the right time, it is a perfect self-defense magic."

William repeated this idea to his students many times, and all of them remembered the theory.

"But this is too rough."

William shook his head at everyone, "Without enough experience, a wizard cannot judge whether the spell is strong enough. It is too easy to cause problems."

"I think everyone remembers the head soaking spell from last class, right?"

"Of course, Professor, now that my head-bubble spell is very powerful, the situation like last class will never happen again!"

A child who failed in the last class shouted loudly. His head-bubble charm was broken in the last class and he was in urgent need of finding his place again.

"That's great, can you try it out?"

William asked kindly towards the child who was speaking.

The child's face turned slightly red, and then he pulled out his wand and put a Bubble Charm on himself in front of everyone. Although wearing such a Bubble Charm in daily life looked ridiculous, William still nodded. .

"A very good spell. It seems that you have practiced it well in private. Two points for Hufflepuff. Please sit down."

"Yes, Professor!"

The child's face turned red, but he was a little excited. Although he sat down, his eyes kept drifting towards the next door, obviously he couldn't help but show off.

William didn't try to point it out, but looked at everyone with a smile, "Well, if you continue to practice like last time, the bubble spell just now can be completely resisted."

"But what if the situation is worse? What if, say, you try to dive into the sea, and you try to find precious materials in, say, the toxic smoke of a volcanic crater?"

"The head soaking spell like just now is obviously not enough, so I referred to the OWLs exam results and slightly divided the intensity of the spell."

"OEAPDT, these are the six levels of the exam and the six levels of my tentative spell."

"O, excellent, the best level. Let's tentatively set a small goal - for example, how strong is the spell after Principal Dumbledore casts it?"

William made a little joke, which made everyone laugh.

"Professor, if there is an O+, maybe that would be appropriate. This goal is not small at all."

The student below answered with a smile.

“But it’s definitely convincing.”

"By analogy, an E exceeds expectations, a passing A, a poor P, a very poor D, and an extremely poor T. This is your most common grading method, and it is also excellent for distinguishing the strength of the spell."

"Then Professor, what is the strength of our magic?"

"P+."

"ah?"

All the students exclaimed - after studying for more than five years, I finally got a P+ level, which is too...

"What are you thinking about? I'm referring to the head soaking spell," William explained unhurriedly. "It's just barely usable. If I have to say that you guys passed the test, then it's an underestimation of passing the test."

"The so-called passing means that you can basically use this spell and use it to complete all the functions in the original spell design concept. Based on my previous requirements, how many of you do you think can meet this standard?"

The students looked at each other and were all stunned - judging from William's description just now, A is indeed a bit difficult.

"What about E, Professor?"

"E? ​​Able to use spells flexibly, develop variations of this spell, and even use it for new purposes."

William pointed his wand at himself and released the Bubble Charm. The simple fish tank turned into a thin film, covering the surface of his body - if it weren't for the purpose of demonstrating the change, William could even do it with just one move.

"Where's O, Professor?"

The students were amazed and asked questions.

"How do I know? I'm just an ordinary professor," William pointed at himself, "You can't think that the professor's attainments in magic can be compared with the principal, right?"

The students below burst into laughter—even the most conceited wizard would not boast like this.

"However, I have a guess," he slowed down and allowed the students to laugh before continuing. "According to what Professor March has been saying to others, Dumbledore is good at creating miracles. Perhaps, the so-called O , is it a miracle?"

This level of spell mastery was part of what he thought about over two days over the weekend. In fact, it had not been fully formed until this morning.

But the professors’ conversations about the club reminded him that not only did the club not have to be restricted to the classroom, but innovative thinking also played a role.

Just like Professor Taylor said, the club is to share the content that it likes more and then expand its influence - it is natural that he proposed the division of spell levels.

Although there are still areas for improvement, it is excellent for advanced classes.

It can't always be - oh, you can cast spells, oh you can't cast spells, what's the point!

Although if you have mastered the spell, you have mastered it, if you have not mastered it, you have not mastered it, and even the intensity of the spell may be messily related to the mood and magic, but the mastery of the spell can indeed be quite clearly divided.

Learning magic, mastering magic, understanding magic, and improving magic are all things that are done step by step, so it is not surprising that it is divided into systems.

Although the student didn't ask, he planned to set the lowest level T for successful spell casting once, D for guaranteed spell casting success rate, and P for proficient spell casting, and then line them up in a row.