bacchusnovels Chapter 46 You are the worst class I've ever taught
Chapter 46 You are the worst class I've ever taught
"Disarm you!"
As soon as Sean finished speaking, a red light suddenly appeared from the crowd opposite him and flew rapidly toward him.
Sean reacted quickly, dodging the attack by sidestepping, and at the same time waving his wand. A beam of blue light shot out and bound the little wizard who had attacked first.
"A very good disarming charm. If I were Professor Flitwick, I would definitely give you five points."
"It's just that...their reactions are a bit slow."
"After casting an attack spell, you must change your position instead of stupidly staying in one place and becoming a target to catch the enemy's spells."
The other young wizards then seemed to wake from a dream and began using their most proficient spells.
In an instant, the entire stage was in chaos, with various lights bursting in the auditorium.
The last time Harry saw such a spectacular sight was at the fireworks display in Trafalgar Square, London, last Christmas with the Dursleys.
"Do you think the professor will win?" Harry asked Hermione quietly.
"The professor will definitely win," Hermione replied decisively.
However, what Harry didn't notice was that Hermione's small hand was clenched tightly, trembling slightly, and her fingertips had turned white from the excessive force she was using.
Clearly, she wasn't entirely sure either.
Sean, however, appeared unusually relaxed on stage.
He then casually tied up a little wizard who was standing still and casting a spell, and then walked back and forth.
This feeling brought him back to the scene of playing with sandbags in elementary school physical education class in his previous life.
One is about avoiding a curse, and the other is about avoiding a punching bag.
It's worth mentioning that he's really good at dodging sandbags.
"Get moving, get moving!"
"Let's not stand in a clump, spread out!" The young wizard from Slytherin House had already noticed something was amiss.
Standing still and gathering in a group will only make things easier for Professor Sean.
With such a large target, he could easily render a minor wizard incapable of fighting with a single spell.
Looking at the scattered young wizards, Sean smiled from the bottom of his heart.
The other party finally realized the truth, but such actions have both advantages and disadvantages.
The young wizards were already not very accurate when casting spells, and casting spells while exercising undoubtedly pushed their accuracy to a new low.
This meant that Sean sometimes didn't even need to dodge—he could easily avoid the curse by simply taking a couple of slow, deliberate steps.
"Do you think this is a game like Wizard Kill?"
"True wizard duels are not turn-based games."
"Don't just stand there and stare at me, waiting for me to attack. As long as I don't fall, keep attacking, keep attacking."
What followed was nothing short of a brutal massacre.
Even some spells that have no offensive power are given creative twists in Sean's hands.
These include, but also, using a levitation charm to make the wands of several young wizards fly to a position beyond their reach, using a smoke charm to cover a small area of the stage, and then hitting the young wizards on the head with their wands from within the smoke...
The only thing that caused Sean some trouble.
George Weasley is the most prominent.
He pretended to be tied up by Sean and tried to ambush him with his wand just after Sean passed by.
Unfortunately... he ended up being hung on the wall by Sean instead.
In fact, if there were a hundred young wizards here, he might have already succeeded.
But there were only twenty people here, and Sean clearly remembered who he had used each spell on.
Less than five minutes had passed.
Sean was the only one left standing on the field.
He clapped his hands, dispelling the spell cast on the young wizard.
"To be honest, I am very disappointed with your performance."
"You are the worst class of students I have ever taught." To match his words, Sean shook his head in a pretentious manner, looking just like a man in his sixties.
"Isn't Professor Sean only teaching at Hogwarts in his first year?" Ron muttered from the audience.
"Don't talk, Ron! Listen to the professor." Hermione glared at Ron fiercely, then stared intently at Sean on the stage.
Ron, however, just shrugged indifferently. Over the past few months, he had long since gotten used to Hermione's bad temper.
She seemed to become a completely different person whenever Professor Sean was mentioned.
Sean on the stage was oblivious to the little incident happening below the stage; he was still summarizing the duel that had just taken place.
"When I was still in school, no little wizard was ever this incompetent, knowing so few spells. The most I saw just now were the Disarming Charm and the Barrier Charm. Did you forget the other spells in the textbooks?"
Sean's language grew increasingly harsh, and most of the young wizards on stage, like ostriches, were so ashamed they practically buried their heads in their crotches.
They lowered their eyes, not daring to meet Professor Sean's stern gaze.
He had originally hoped to show off his skills in this duel and win the cheers and respect of the entire school, but he did not expect to perform so poorly.
They originally thought this would be a chance to show off their talents and abilities in front of the entire school, but the result was quite the opposite. Not only did they make frequent mistakes in the duel, but some of them couldn't even cast basic spells.
They felt as if they had lost face in front of the whole school, and their embarrassment and disappointment were indescribable.
Seeing that the group of young wizards were clearly in low spirits, hanging their heads dejectedly like defeated roosters.
Sean took a deep breath, then changed the subject, speaking in a more gentle tone: "However, I still saw some commendable aspects of your performance in this duel."
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Upon hearing Sean's words, the young wizards on the stage immediately looked up, staring intently at him as if they had seen a glimmer of hope in the darkness. Their eyes were filled with anticipation.
"Some students are able to realize the importance of cooperation when facing a powerful opponent in battle."
"Some students, even during the battle, maintained a calm mind and tried every means to defeat the enemy."
"These are all your strengths."
Hearing Sean's praise, George Weasley puffed out his chest, completely forgetting his embarrassing state of being hung on the wall just now, and looked down at the ground like a victorious general.
Of course, his gaze lingered mainly in the direction of Slytherin House.
"And you have another advantage."
"That's what youth is."
"Making mistakes is not terrible; what is truly worrying is failing to recognize your mistakes when you make them."
"What's even more frightening is that when you realize you've made a mistake, you no longer have time to correct it."
When Dumbledore, who had been smiling in a corner, heard Sean's impassioned speech on stage, his expression suddenly froze, as if touched by some thought, or perhaps recalling something...