The Death Eaters Are Breaking Out of Prison!

A clear space was left in the classroom, where the young wizards formed a circle, watching the two fighting in the center.

It can't really be called a battle, because at least in a battle there's a back-and-forth exchange.

When one side is at a disadvantage throughout the entire process and has virtually no chance to fight back, that's called being passively attacked.

It was indeed a beating.

Neville was covered in dust, his robes were tattered, and there were wounds on his hands, from which a little blood seeped.

But the more disheveled he became, the more excited he became.

He was trembling with excitement.

To fight the most powerful wizard, be defeated, listen to their analysis of where the problem lay, and then suddenly understand... such opportunities are truly rare!

Neville cherishes every opportunity to fight William!

Although Neville could feel an abyss-like gap in skill with William no matter how he fought him, he could also sense his own limitations.

Getting stronger!

That's enough!

One day, he will have the power to kill Bellatrix Lestrange and the other Death Eaters.

Harry watched the two fight with excitement, his heart pounding.

Only after joining the tutoring class did he understand what a battle between wizards was like.

His previous understanding of combat—you cast a Stunning Spell, I'll counter with a Disarming Charm —was a joke!

"Neville is, as always, passively taking the beating," Ron muttered to himself. "And he's always so eager to get his way."

It hurts just looking at it!

Harry listened to his friend's words, but sighed and said:

"If it were you, could you have lasted that long?"

I definitely can't!

Neville was already proficient in using the Spiral Water Arrow Spell, which William had taught him just a few days ago, in this lesson.

I really don't know how much effort he put in outside of class.

Harry didn't know why Neville was working so hard, but Harry himself had his reasons for wanting to work harder; he just had never worked this hard before.

Ron blushed upon hearing this. He had been busy practicing Quidditch lately and hadn't reviewed the magic William had taught him at all.

Let alone the recent lessons, he can't even remember what was taught in the very first lesson.

Inside the open space, Neville attacked several more times, but William easily dodged them all, asking at the same time:

"Neville, what were the three serious mistakes you made last time?"

"The spell's accuracy is too poor," Neville said as he moved.

"Anything else?"

He thought for a moment and said:

"Didn't you dodge before breaking the spell?"

William nodded slightly and asked again:

"Very good, the last mistake, and the most important one."

Neville pondered for a moment.

William suddenly flicked his wand, sending him flying into the air where he was bound tightly with ropes.

A sofa appeared out of thin air and jumped into the air to catch Neville, allowing him to land easily.

William put away his wand and smiled, "So... you haven't fully mastered the first two yet."

Everyone burst into laughter, and some even whistled at the two of them.

William clapped his hands, looked around, and said:

"It's still those two key points: spell accuracy and positioning! Dodge all the spells and hit the enemy."

you,

He's invincible!

The students clapped enthusiastically.

William then selected seven or eight students and had them fight one by one, helping them analyze their own shortcomings.

William's method of teaching magic remained as practical as ever.

Only in this way can one truly understand and master the subject. Simply casting spells at each other is the most rudimentary form of teaching.

When it comes to actual combat, their legs might go weak, and they might even mispronounce the incantation.

Soon, Hermione, Cho, and the twins also sought help from students for practical training.

They are more than capable of doing this kind of thing.

Harry desperately wanted Cho to tutor him, but Cho had already found Luna.

Taking advantage of a lull, Cedric leaned close to William and whispered, "I want to confess my feelings."

William took a sip of black tea to moisten his throat and teased, "With whom? George or Fred?"

Or perhaps Summerby from your college?

"Get out!" Cedric roared.

William teased again, "Haven't you confessed your feelings many times already?"

"No, it's just one step away." Cedric plopped down next to William and lowered his voice.

"I only have six months left before graduation, I have to confess my feelings soon."

Cedric's worries were justified; those thieving eyes were all fixed on Qiu.

Especially Harry!

He didn't see through this kid years ago; he's always liked Qiu.

"You didn't even confess your feelings when the ball ended last year." William was speechless.

What a great opportunity! It almost came about naturally.

"I was thinking of confessing my feelings..." Cedric scratched his head and sighed.

"But Professor Snape saw it, and he deducted ten points from Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw, sending us both back to our respective houses."

"..."

Professor Snape really couldn't stand those young couples hanging around him all the time.

Of course, that's a low -Emotional Intelligence statement.

High Emotional Intelligence:

We do not want early romantic relationships to affect students' studies.

What a good teacher.

"Brother, you have to help me today!" Cedric put his arm around William's shoulder.

He gave me a disgusting look that said, "My happiness for the rest of my life depends on you."

But to those naive young female students, it elicited screams and they started pairing up couples.

"How can I help you?" William asked. "You don't want me to get roses and candles, and then kneel down and confess my love, do you?"

Seriously? No one actually confesses their feelings in such a low-class way?

Cedric felt a toothache; he had indeed thought about it.

My feelings are a bit complicated.

William thought for a moment and said:

"Otherwise, I'll have you two stay behind to tidy up the classroom. You take Qiu to the mistletoe; she really believes in these legends..."

"Hehe~" Cedric grinned lewdly. "You're always so cunning."

Call me a master strategist!

William looked up and suddenly noticed that someone had pasted a newspaper on the wall behind the mistletoe.

There's also a picture of Harry on the front, grinning sheepishly.

William thought to himself:

As Cedric and Cho kissed under the mistletoe, Harry's photograph stood nearby watching...

Hmm, what a strange scene.

Why do I have this inexplicable feeling of NTR (Netorare, a Japanese term for incestuous relationships)?

But William had no intention of tearing up the photos, because the thought of it was too exciting.

An hour later, he told everyone to stop.

"You've practiced very well," William said with a smile, looking at everyone. "Come back to class after the Christmas holidays."

Amidst excited chatter, people emerged from the room in twos and threes as usual, many wishing William a Merry Christmas.

"Autumn, you and Cedric tidy up the room," William instructed.

Qiu nodded and went to put away the cushions. Cedric winked and gave William an OK sign.

Harry wanted to stay, but Ron put his arm around his shoulder.

"Harry, could you practice Quidditch? I want you to help me hone my skills."

Ron still felt that Quidditch Match was more important.

If he doesn't practice now, he'll be killed by Angelina's wand before he can be killed by the Death Eaters.

Harry looked back at Cedric and Cho, the only two people left in the classroom... his heart was bleeding.

Harry felt a pang of loss, a lingering sense that it was him standing there helping Cho tidy up the room!

Fred and George stood furtively by the window, peeking at Cedric's confession.

They also invited William to watch it with them, but he declined.

He and Hermione had more important things to do.

According to the intelligence from the spy in Little Black Robe:

The Death Eaters are going to break out tonight!

Bellatrix, whom I've been longing for... I wonder if she's ready.

Not only Voldemort missed her, but William also missed her very much.

So he went to pick it up himself!

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