When class ended, Roy laughed with a touch of schadenfreude at the sight of half the second-years sporting bruised, swollen faces.
Under the disgruntled stares of the entire year, Roy awkwardly wiped the grin off his face and drew two wands. With one, he released thick, grayish-white smoke into the classroom; with the other, he cast his signature healing magic.
As the glowing green healing rays sank into the dense gray smoke, the impenetrable haze turned a vibrant, living green.
The moment the green smoke settled on the bruised students, it began pouring sparkling healing light into their bodies.
The soothing sensation of Roy's magic healing their injuries soon filled the smoke-choked classroom with a chorus of moans. After a good while, Roy dispelled the magical smoke crowding the room. Every student who had picked up minor injuries during spell practice was now completely healed.
"That's all for today. Oh, and since I'm a substitute teacher, there won't be any homework while I'm covering your classes. All right, class dismissed."
Roy clapped his hands, and all the second-years in the classroom rushed out cheering. Some hurried to the dining hall to get food, while others were eager to tell students in the other years that Roy was teaching their classes. All except one-Aisling, who sat in a corner, staring at him speechlessly.
"Well, now. Got a question for your professor?"
Surveying the classroom left in chaos after the lesson, Roy hopped down from the podium and began tidying the mess with cleaning magic. Seeing this, Aisling got up too, drew her wand, and helped him clean.
"Making the students beat each other up in class? Isn't that a bit extreme?"
Quite a few students always left piles of rubbish in their desk drawers after class, and Roy was currently digging