The New Professor Is Here

The students' reaction was lukewarm, with only a few scattered claps.

The outrageous behavior of the first two professors has completely eroded public trust in the position.

Take Albus Dumbledore salt; seeing is believing.

Albus Dumbledore didn't mind and continued, "Mr. Wilkinson is from United States and is an outstanding graduate of Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

"I hope everyone can take this opportunity to learn from the strengths of both schools and explore the magical world beyond Britain."

Upon hearing this, the young wizards finally became interested. Ilvermorny?

Many people had never even heard of the school, so Hermione immediately moved closer to the people around her and quickly gave them a rundown of the basic information about Ilvermorny.

Albus Dumbledore said nothing more, and the students gradually left their seats, all thinking to themselves that they would definitely test the new professor's abilities tomorrow.

Tom didn't rush to find Ross. Ross didn't know that the "Michael" who had saved him from the four Auror was none other than Tom Riddle.

The next morning, Ross had two classes, one in Gryffindor and one in Slytherin.

As soon as the two groups of students stepped out of the classroom, they were surrounded by other young wizards.

"Carrow, how's the new professor? Is he reliable?"

Carrow nodded with a smile, looking satisfied. "The principal has finally done something decent!"

"Professor Wilkinson is a descendant of one of the Twelve Auror of the Magical Congress of the United States of America, Pure-blood, and incredibly powerful himself."

The Slytherin snakes' expressions softened; putting everything else aside, their lineage was far superior to Quirrell's and Lockhart's.

Meanwhile, in Gryffindor, George and Fred were clutching their chests, their expressions incredibly exaggerated.

"Family members, this professor is really something! He probably knows about Lockhart's dirty secrets."

"As soon as class started, he generously allowed us to challenge him. George and I were defeated in one move, our spells were instantly knocked away!"

"Great! Finally, I can learn something real!" a fifth-grade student exclaimed with relief. "I hope I get good grades in OWLs."

"I'd rather learn his dueling techniques," Angelina Johnson muttered softly, still brooding over her previous loss to a Slytherin student.

"You should give it a try!" Fred grinned. "He's super easy to talk to, more like a friend than a professor. His lectures are also very casual and not rigid."

Hermione squeezed in, her eyes full of curiosity. "Did he mention Ilvermorny?"

"I already told you," George blinked, deliberately keeping everyone in suspense, "But I won't reveal the secret."

"Don't worry, Professor Wilkinson said the first lesson will be the same for all grades. You'll find out then."

In just one afternoon, Ross's reputation completely reversed, and students began to look forward to his Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

The next few classes also received rave reviews; not a single student had a negative experience.

Finally, on Friday morning, the second-year Slytherin received their first lesson from Ross.

The students arrived at the classroom early and immediately noticed the drastically changed layout; the podium was gone, and the rows of desks and chairs had been replaced with an enclosed arrangement.

The middle area had a spacious open space marked with squares and lines, making it look like a duel arena.

Tom and Daphne found a seat in the middle. Just as the school bell rang, Ross pushed open the door and entered.

He walked to the middle of the open space, smiled and looked around the class, his gaze lingering on Tom for a few seconds before forcibly looking away.

To be honest, his curiosity about Tom was at its peak.

Who exactly is this person who could be accepted as a student by Gellert Grindelwald?

How did the two manage to communicate without alerting the Ministry of Magic of various countries or Albus Dumbledore distance between them?

Furthermore, what exactly is his mission at Hogwarts this time?

But Ross knew he couldn't reveal his secret now, so he had to suppress his curiosity and focus on the class.

"Good morning, ladies and gentlemen." Ross nodded in greeting and said loudly, "You've probably heard about it these past few days; I have a rule for teaching."

"I know you all have concerns about this professorship and doubt my abilities."

"So in every class, I do this: whoever it is, can stand in front of me, and I'll prove myself with magic, okay?"

He paused, then added with a hint of seduction, "If you win, you'll be the geniuses who defeated the professor!"

"Opportunity knocks but once, nobody wants to give it a try?"

The young wizards fell silent; none of them dared to be the first to speak up.

Yesterday, even the top seventh-grade students tried it, and the most skilled one could only cause Ross some minor, insignificant trouble.

They'd only be humiliating themselves if they went up there; only a fool would do that.

Seeing no response, a hint of disappointment flashed in Ross' eyes. He scratched his head and muttered to himself: Why are this year's students so cowardly?

Ross initially allowed students to take on challenges because he genuinely wanted to prove he wasn't a mediocre talent like Quirrell or Lockhart.

This is the fastest way to establish a professor's authority.

But as you walk along, the taste changes.

He discovered that the Hogwarts students were even less capable than he had anticipated.

Take the seventh graders, for example. He couldn't believe they were almost graduating. Most of the fifth graders in Ilvermorny were better fighters than them.

Thus, Ross became completely addicted to the thrill of crushing weaker opponents.

Especially after he finished abusing them, the students not only didn't scold him for bullying them, but also looked at him with starry eyes and admiration.

It was as if he had done something earth-shattering, which made him even more unable to stop.

But today the little snakes were unusually well-behaved, each one overly rational, not giving him a chance to show off in front of others at all.

Ross glanced at Tom again, his heart itching with desire.

What he was most looking forward to was Tom's intervention, so he could see just how capable the Dark Lord's disciple really was.

But seeing Tom's steady, unwavering stance, he knew that his plan had completely failed.

Not only Ross, but many little snakes also hoped that Tom would show off his skills, but unfortunately Tom would not do such an unnecessary thing of standing out, it would be a complete waste of time.

Finally, Ross broke the silence, clapping his hands, "Alright, alright, since everyone's so laid-back, let's officially begin the lesson!"

"Let me reintroduce myself first. I'm from the Ilvermorny Wampus School."

"Speaking of which, Ilvermorny has quite a connection with Hogwarts. The four-house system when it was founded was copied from Hogwarts. Does anyone know the specific details?"

Several students raised their hands, Ross called on Susan to answer.

Susan stood up and spoke fluently, "The Founders of Ilvermorny was Aesop Thale, who had Gaunt family blood, meaning she was a descendant of Slytherin."

"Iso Thurn never attended Hogwarts, which was her lifelong regret, so when Ilvermorny was built, it was modeled after Hogwarts ' sorting system."