What the little imps said was not controlled by Tver. Well, really, it wasn't.
He had merely infused the little imps with magic and the standards of the lesson, while stimulating their connection to their original body.
In truth, what the little imps said was much like a Horcrux—they peeked into the worries hidden in their original body's thoughts, then exposed them.
That way, they could help the students learn.
After all, good advice was hard to hear!
Under the little imps' good advice, which was harsh on the ears (cold mockery and heated sarcasm), the students gradually corrected their mistakes and followed the lesson's standards.
They were upper-year students, after all. Even a troll could hit a motionless target, let alone them.
So in less than half an hour, every student could accurately hit a snowball.
But they soon encountered a new problem—
The magic contained within the snowballs simply could not be maintained for long!
Some held on for a while before the magic instantly dissipated. Others exploded before they could even prepare themselves to hold on, right before their astonished eyes.
"You're the most impressive little wizard I've ever seen," a little imp said admiringly.
"It's not that big a deal," the student said, waving his hand with a mixture of pride and embarrassment.
"Absolutely! You can't manage sustained, stable magic at all. When it comes to being useless, no one is better than you!"
This time, the little imps' cold mockery alone was not enough to help the young wizards make a breakthrough, because the students had never tried maintaining their magical output like this before.
To them, magic meant gathering a ball of magical power, then releasing it along with the incantation and wand movement.
As for controlling it after casting, they had never even