Combat Practice Class

Feeling the fluffy touch in her arms, Little Bell was deeply conflicted.

Before she had touched it, she could still suppress her urge and pull her hand back. But now that she was already holding it in her arms, she truly could not bear to let go.

This damned softness!

After agonizing over it for a long while, Little Bell hesitantly looked at Hermione.

"Hermione, could you please stand up and let me smack your..."

"No!"

Hermione cried out in exasperation.

What a joke. If she stood up in the Great Hall and let Little Bell smack her butt in full view of everyone, who knew what kind of rumors would be circulating by nightfall?

And there were so many ways to punish someone. Why did these two have to be so obsessed with her butt?!

Laughing heartily, Bell rubbed Little Bell's head. Seeing the little girl's utterly conflicted expression, he found it immensely amusing.

Lunch passed in a cheerful atmosphere. After eating, Bell let Little Bell go play with Shanna and the others, while he and Hermione headed toward the Black Lake.

The first class that afternoon was Yomi's Combat Practice Class. To be honest, Bell truly felt there was something wrong with that scheduling.

Although there was about half an hour to digest after lunch before class began, he was still worried that a lot of people would be beaten until they threw up during the lesson. If that happened, perhaps no one would be willing to take this class in the future.

Of course, the opposite might be true instead?

Just as Lockhart's Duelling Club had attracted the attention of many students back then, the students showed extraordinary enthusiasm for this officially recognized duelling course, Combat Practice Class.

The boys especially were all itching to show off