Before they knew it, time had reached mid-October.
Time passed so quickly. Young wizards really were adaptable.
At the end of September, the professors had left Hogwarts.
Not even a month had passed, yet the young wizards had already grown used to life without the professors.
Nowadays, many outstanding young wizards like Cypher came to the outer campus to teach its wizards.
The outer-campus wizards also cherished this opportunity greatly.
Aside from the prefects, who had to complete classes for a fixed amount of time,
upper-year students from the four Houses gave lectures from time to time.
And the young wizards of the outer campus did not care whether the lectures were good or not.
After all, as long as someone taught them, they had a chance to improve...
"Alright! That's all for today. Class dismissed!"
"Teacher Corvin, thank you for your hard work!"
Professor was too lofty a title, but teacher was acceptable.
Once class was over, Cypher slipped away like greased lightning...
Compared to Hogwarts's Main Castle, the outer campus looked like several unfinished buildings standing together.
There were no artistic statues, nor any lavish decorations.
There were only bare stone bricks and walls steeped in age.
Fortunately, the young wizards of the outer campus all treasured these hard-won places to study.
Even the worst students among the four Houses had better grades and greater talent than outer-campus wizards of the same year.
Without accidents or opportunities, a wizard's innate talent determined the limit they could reach as an adult.
Why was there such a vast gap between the outer campus and the four Houses?
Cypher understood after teaching just one class at the outer campus.
Take the Repairing Charm, for example. What the four Houses learned was what its incantation was, how to chant it with a