bacchusnovels Chapter 298 The First Lesson of the New Semester
Chapter 298 The First Lesson of the New Semester
Chapter 298 The First Class of the New Semester (Part 1)
"I can do it."
When he reached the classroom door, Tonks took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.
Before entering the classroom, she gently adjusted her collar, tidied her signature pink hair, checked that her wand was tucked into her waistband, and after confirming that everything was ready to continue, she nodded slightly and finally pushed open the door.
When I opened the classroom door, the students were already sitting in twos and threes, some whispering to each other, and others looking at their new professor with curiosity.
Tonks forced a smile, strode to the podium, cleared his throat, and tried to make his nervousness less obvious.
After she stood still, facing the room full of young wizards, she took a deep breath and began her first speech as a professor.
"Hello, everyone," she began, her voice still carrying a hint of nervousness, but she quickly adjusted her tone and continued, "I am Nymphadora Tonks, you can call me Professor Tonks. Today, we will begin our wizard dueling class."
As Tonks began to speak, applause erupted from the audience, although some students appeared both curious and cautious.
But more than anything, there was anticipation and excitement.
Tonks could sense that the applause was not only a welcome to the new professor, but also an expression of anticipation for the Wizarding Duel class.
Her gaze swept across the audience, observing the young wizards.
She immediately recognized several familiar faces, especially the fourth-year students Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff, who were in the first class today. Many of these students had previously signed up for Sean's Duel Club.
Looking at these familiar faces, Tonks's tension slowly dissipated, replaced by an unexpected sense of warmth.
She wasn't entirely unfamiliar with these students, especially those who had previously attended Sean's Duel Club; she could see several pairs of earnest and expectant eyes. This eased her tension slightly.
However, as his gaze swept across these faces, Tonks' eyes involuntarily lingered on Cho Chang.
Qiu Zhang was sitting in the front row, quietly watching her with a look of curiosity and focus, but there seemed to be a hint of naivety in her eyes that she herself was unaware of.
Tonks was momentarily distracted, recalling the romantic encounter she had with Cho Chang at the end of last semester.
A little...shy.
But when I think back to the special training Phillips gave me yesterday, the two seem like child's play compared to each other.
With that thought in mind, Tonks straightened his back silently, facing Cho Chang with a more natural and confident gaze and attitude.
Tonks' change left Cho Chang somewhat bewildered.
"The focus of our lesson today is learning some basic defensive spells and dueling techniques," Tonks continued, slowly walking to the center of the classroom. "Of course, I don't want this lesson to become a dry theory class; we'll have a lot of practical exercises. Feel free to ask questions; real combat is always more useful than simply memorizing."
As she spoke, the somewhat noisy young wizards below the stage gradually quieted down, their eyes filled with anticipation and curiosity.
After all, the word "real combat" is very appealing to young wizards of this age.
Tonks sensed the change in the classroom atmosphere; her tension gradually subsided, replaced by her familiar confidence.
"Next, I need a volunteer to give me a simple demonstration." Tonks looked around.
Try to find a student who doesn't seem too nervous.
However, as soon as she finished speaking, some of the young wizards around her who had participated in the dueling club shouted.
"Akiharu!"
"Let Qiu Zhang come!"
"Yeah, she's best at duels!"
At first, it was just one or two people, but soon more and more people started calling out "Qiu Zhang's" name.
Tonks looked at Cho Chang and saw that she was sitting in the front row, with a slight look of surprise on his face.
Clearly, Qiu Zhang had not expected his classmates to recommend him so enthusiastically.
She glanced at Tonks instinctively, her eyes showing a hint of hesitation and shyness, but she quickly regained her composure.
She also looked at Tonks.
Their eyes met in mid-air, and everything was understood without words.
On the other side, Sean stood in his classroom, looking at the little lions and snakes in front of him with a slightly troubled expression.
This is a fifth-year class. Gryffindor and Slytherin students have always been at odds, and today's atmosphere is no exception—before class even started, the students were already exchanging sharp glances.
Of course, the Weasley twins were also among the Gryffindor students sitting in the front row.
Fred and George Weasley were talking animatedly in hushed tones, their faces bearing their usual mischievous smiles.
Sean could tell that this was definitely not a conversation related to the class content.
Whenever he glanced at his twin brothers, they would look at him with a straight face, as if nothing had happened.
Of course, these are not the main concerns for Sean.
What really gave him a headache were the Muggle items that the young wizards were bringing him.
This was a summer assignment he gave at the end of last semester—to have the young wizards bring a Muggle item and display it in the first class of the new semester.
But when he walked into the classroom and saw the "achievements" his students had brought, he immediately felt a headache coming on.
This was originally a practical assignment designed to give students an understanding of Muggle life, but the results far exceeded his expectations, and could even be described as... somewhat outrageous.
The classroom before me seemed to have become some kind of strange Muggle general store.
The items the students brought were bizarre and completely illogical.
The Weasley twins were naturally the primary "contributors".
When Sean glanced at them, he saw Fred and George carefully placing a huge kite model on the table. The shape of the kite was indeed a fire dragon.
“Professor,” George explained innocently, as if it were the most logical choice, “these are toys we got from Muggles, kites. Muggles don’t fly brooms, they use these flying toys for entertainment.”
Fred added, "It's a dragon. Muggles don't understand magic, so they just fantasize about having a flying dragon." After he finished speaking, he patted the kite's wings very seriously, as if it would really make it fly higher.
Sean almost sighed and rubbed his forehead, but he held back. After all, these two brothers never played by the rules, and he should be thankful they had brought a kite instead of some more unpredictable prank device.
However, the other students didn't perform much better afterward.
A Slytherin student pulled an old Muggle radio from his bag and placed it on the table with an extremely disdainful expression. "Professor, this thing is useless, isn't it? Muggles listen to this kind of thing—it can't even play any music."
His words elicited a burst of quiet chuckles from the Slytherin table.
Sean's eye twitched slightly as he thought: A radio, that's definitely a Muggle item.
It's at least a bit more "serious" than Fred and George's dragon kite.
He looked at the radio the student had brought, his teaching smile still on his face, but he had already guessed the problem. To help his students understand the Muggle world more deeply, Sean decided to present the problem.
"Alright," Sean said with a slight smile, "let's see what's wrong with this Muggle radio."
He skillfully picked up the heavy radio, examined it closely, and found the back cover loose, clearly indicating that the machine was old and worn. The students watched with great interest, wondering what Sean could do.
Next, Sean opened the back cover of the radio, and as expected, it was completely empty.
He turned to face the whole class, held up the radio, and the back cover revealed what was inside.
"Look, everyone—there's one crucial thing missing here: a battery," he said, a glint of a smile in his eyes. "Many Muggle devices require electricity to operate, and this radio, without a battery, naturally can't play music."
The Slytherin students chuckled, and the student who had brought the radio looked somewhat embarrassed.
"Without magic, this is the world of Muggles. They rely on electricity to power most of their living devices." Sean put down the radio and continued to explain, "Electricity is a key source of life for Muggles, just as we rely on magic. Although we don't need these technologies, they are essential to Muggle life. While Muggle technology may not be as magical as our magic, its complexity and scope of application are worth learning from."
He gently closed the back cover of the radio, patted the Slytherin student who had brought it on the shoulder, and said with a smile, "This radio is quite interesting. Remember to bring batteries next time; you might find that Muggle music isn't boring at all."
A burst of laughter rang out in the classroom. The jeers from the Slytherin table subsided slightly, while the Gryffindor students let out a low chuckle, and the Weasley twins even couldn't help but quietly clap their hands.
"So, can anyone tell me," Sean continued, trying to steer the class back on track, "that Muggle technology relies on electricity, and how do they generate and use it?"