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As the temporary Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor, Snape, aside from being sarcastic, sarcastic, always finding fault and deducting points, and favoring his own house... was of impeccable character and temperament.

However, the progress of the class was not very good, or rather, it was terrible.

The students who made it into the advanced class all had a good foundation and were quite intelligent... Originally, everyone thought that the sixth-grade curriculum would be a piece of cake.

But after attending the class, I realized that it wasn't like that at all.

Or rather, what you learned in the first five grades has absolutely nothing to do with what you're learning now.

Because they need to practice Nonverbal Spell.

A Nonverbal Spell is a magic spell cast without reciting the incantation, which can achieve a surprise effect.

But not all wizards can do this. It requires great concentration and willpower, as well as years of practice.

At least in the short term, no one can do that.

So, under Snape's arrangement, the students were paired up, one attacking and the other defending... one casting the Shield Charm, and the other using the Dark Charm.

But as you can imagine, nothing happened.

Over time, many students began to cheat by quietly chanting incantations.

Snape, having been a student himself, was worldly-wise and experienced; how could he not know their little tricks?

He merely sneered, waved his wand, and conjured a large quantity of Potions.

"Drink this all," he said coldly, circling around.

The students lined up to collect the Potions, and William sniffed it, recognizing several magical ingredients.

Among them were the eyes of the Acromantula that William had traded with.

However, this is already a fermented spider eye.

The Potions made from this eye will stick to your teeth like maltose.

But the taste is off, and the color is off... Snape probably added some little something extra to the Potions, just to "pamper" his students.

It's an old heitai.

Everyone frowned, and although they didn't want to drink it, they still pinched their noses and forced it into their mouths.

My mouth suddenly felt sticky, like it was glued shut with superglue. Being unable to speak was secondary; the taste was awful...

How to describe it?

It's a bit like a mixture of old Beijing soy milk, iced Americano, Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor), and mocha...

It's simply:

A sip will refresh and invigorate you;

Two sips and you'll never feel tired again;

Drink three sips and you'll live forever.

It can be considered the number one drink for boosting energy and mental alertness.

Now there's no way to cheat anymore, my back doesn't hurt, my legs don't ache, and I can concentrate better.

The students' faces turned red from straining, especially those on the defensive, who were getting increasingly anxious as they couldn't unleash their Shield Charm.

They waited anxiously, anticipating the repelling of a spell that seemed unlikely to ever be cast.

As for William... he didn't drink any of it at all. Instead, he secretly hid a few bottles, intending to take them back and find out the recipe.

William relied on taking advantage of Snape to expand his Potions repertoire.

Professor Snape has slowed down his Potions- making process lately, and even the Thestral of Hogwarts dare not rest like this.

During the Nonverbal Spell practice, William's opponent, Qiu.

He calmly took out a book, stood there reading, one hand in his pocket, letting Qiu attack as she pleased.

This completely unguarded behavior is extremely insulting.

Qiu's face turned blue from straining, but she could only stare wide-eyed, unable to unleash a spell. Spitting would have been far more effective.

As the students practiced, Snape, trailing his long robes, began his rounds, resembling a giant bat, and finally stopped beside William.

Snape watched for a moment, then said, "Let me demonstrate the Nonverbal Spell for you..."

He suddenly raised his wand and pointed it at William.

William remained motionless, and the table in the corner came to life, jumping between the two of them.

The table was instantly shattered by the red light, and the fragments transformed into a row of arrows, densely packed and blasting like thunderbolts.

Shield Charm appeared in front of Snape, slightly hindering the arrows, but a few arrows still stubbornly stuck out their tips, demonstrating their immense power.

With a flick of his sleeve, Snape's arm transformed into a snake pit, and the rain of arrows turned into black pythons, which raised their heads in a show of defiance, hissing loudly.

William finally put away his textbook, still smiling nonchalantly. With a wave of his hand, the eagle soared into the air, confronting the giant python.

In a room the size of a classroom, the two of them tacitly chose the most ordinary magic instead of a powerful spell.

Both sides skillfully employed Shield Charm, various evil spells, and common Transfiguration.

Various rays of light traveled through the room, like pebbles falling on the walls, sparking bursts of light.

The whole room shook, and dust from the cracks in the walls began to fall in a flurry.

Everyone was dazzled by the spectacle, with students being knocked unconscious repeatedly, yet no one wanted to miss this thrilling battle.

The exhibition match lasted only about ten minutes before it came to an abrupt end.

But no one complained anymore, and no one slacked off; they were all acting like they were on steroids, putting on a show of constipation.

William stared blankly for half the class period until just before the end of class, when Qiu finally managed to utter a Lumos Charm.

After class, the students quickly spread the word about the battle, describing it in vivid detail.

Harry and Ron's Tokyo love story has been forgotten... it's all outdated, who still cares about them?

In fact, Professor Snape wasn't the only one requiring the use of Nonverbal Spell at the start of the new semester.

All the teachers seemed to have agreed on a teaching plan and began teaching the Nonverbal Spell.

It's like you just barely passed the CET-4 (College English Test Band 4), and next semester's major courses will use textbooks entirely in English.

Who can withstand this?

Besides the Nonverbal Spell, the course has become much more difficult.

For example, the Transfiguration class... has progressed to the Human Transfiguration.

In the very first class, Professor McGonagall asked everyone to conjure up wrinkles on their faces.

As part of her performance, Professor McGonagall also used her superb Human Transfiguration to make herself look younger.

William finally understood why, five years ago, when Professor Flitwick was holding William's hand during the "Boiling Point Wizard" ceremony, he kept praising Professor McGonagall's beauty.

Wow... she was really beautiful when she was young.

As a result, the number of girls learning Transfiguration suddenly increased again.

Who wouldn't want to stay eighteen forever?

But this requires extremely high skill, which cannot be mastered overnight.

As a result, some young women privately approached William, asking if he could have their breasts Transfiguration.

Hmm... that is, breast augmentation using Transfiguration.

William could only marvel at the boundless wisdom of the working people, especially in matters like this, where they always put their hearts into it.

He was thinking of putting up a sign that read, "Family-inherited breast augmentation, 20 years of experience, free if done well."

However, William abandoned the idea, fearing that Hermione would kill him.

But among all the students, William was the only one with such amazing Transfiguration, so the girls immediately offered more money, as if they were determined to win him over no matter what.

Sigh, all William can say is: this really isn't about the money.

As the school year began and the curriculum progressed, the sixth-grade students quickly discovered another problem.

Professor McGonagall told them last year:

"Work hard in fifth grade and finish the O.W.L. Exam; things will be easier in sixth grade."

But I don't feel any looseness anywhere.

Not only did the workload not decrease, but the teacher also assigned a large amount of homework and various papers.

Sure enough, this was a complete scam.

Moreover, the teachers' first words were:

Graduation, job, employment rate, intense competition, relying on parents for financial support...

This has created a climate of anxiety, and everyone seems to be working even harder than last year.

Professors are masters at selling anxiety!

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