"Bastard, I'll let you throw it away, I'll let you throw it away!"

Without William's stopping, the two wizards who fought together finally decided to win. The man who threw the dung egg was pressed to the ground, suffered from old fists, and the corners of his eyes were obviously hung.

The other one was not healed either. A large piece of his robe was torn off, a strand of his hair was missing, and blood was flowing from the corners of his mouth. Except for his proud expression, he could tell that he was the winner, there was not much difference in appearance between the two.

Just as he was about to show off to the people around him, he noticed the professor who was holding the bubbly curse, and then he remembered that he was in class.

"Professor, you see, he did it first!"

Very good, know how to complain first, this child has a future.

William nodded and agreed, "Yes, I saw that he tried to attack you with a dung egg. Although this is not a violation, it is indeed very vicious. Similarly, you did not use black magic when you fight, so you don't violate the rules."

"Great, professor."

He took a few steps forward excitedly, as if he wanted to share his joy with others, but both his classmates in the same college and William, as a professor, took that step back.

‘What is this kid’s name? By the way, Roy.’

"Sir Roy, calm down, my opinion has not been finished yet. If you get closer, I may have to send you to Mr. Felch for attempting to attack the professor."

William tried to say disgusting words in a tone that was not disgusting.

"One other classmate Stephen, how do you feel now? Can you stand up independently? If you can't get up, I will send you to the hospital for treatment with a floating curse."

Another classmate who was beaten down immediately became lively - being sent to the hospital by floating curse means that this state is swaying across the city and passing through half a school. If something happened, he would rather be hung to death on the astronomical tower.

"Okay, you both stand there and don't move, wait for the punishment advice. If you want, you can use a spell to clean up yourself first."

William said to both of them, then turned to face the remaining classmates.

Since the seventh grade is mostly achieved by self-study ability, he has very high hands-on ability. At this moment, William looked over and was pressed by Yishui's head curse, giving him a sense of being away from the magical world and turning into a science fiction style - the head curse is so similar to the astronaut's helmet.

"The last pair of classmates is left, do you still have to go up and fight?"

The sound became muffled through the bubble spell, but it was still very clear.

The two students looked at the ruined duel venue and shook their heads unanimously - seeing such a battle today is worth it, and there is no need to fight again. If both sides don’t cooperate well and slip on the ground, they probably won’t be able to eat lunch.

"Very good, then the battle class is basically over-" William said seriously, then turned around, "Have the two classmates over there been cleaned up?"

"Some, professor!"

While speaking, the classmate named Roy used a whirlwind curse to deal with the debris stained on his clothes.

After waiting for about two minutes, even the damaged robe was repaired by magic. Apart from the obvious scars on the faces of the two students, there were no traces of fighting in the robe. This made William couldn't help but admire the magic of magic.

Although he could easily put these two students down in terms of combat power alone, in terms of the breadth of learning magic, these two students completely crushed him - his magic about life is almost enough to calculate.

"The magic is very good, Gryffindor and Slytherin each add one point."

"It's okay, professor."

Roy, who won the game, said modestly with a happy face. Although Stephen, who was beside him, his face was not so ugly because he got extra points.

"So you'll have to strengthen your physical exercise. When the get out of class is over, you two can go to Mr. Felch to get the detergent. No magic is allowed. You can clean the classroom with your hands and rags alone."

William looked at him and smiled and expressed his opinions on the punishment.

"No, professor, what you said is not against the rules!"

"I'm not saying something that violates the rules," William shook his head, his voice becoming gritted. "Are you two Uganda's magical creature orangutans? They have been learning magic for a whole six years, and then fists in front of a bunch of classmates?"

"After he smashed you, you used an evil spell, what was going on when you grabbed it? As long as a spell flew over, you were lying there. This spell that was more than three shots away, and you would run away when he came over? The leg curse, petrification curse, coma curse, and these are at most fifth grade knowledge. You are almost graduating from Hogwarts. If you don't use a spell, you will be chased and hit with your fist? Isn't your wand crying?"

"I will use my wand when cleaning up - is it a housekeeping class? Should I go to Professor Sprout of Hufflepuff in the next class and borrow a few recipes for you in the last cooking class? By the end of the semester, I will bring you gloriously announce that the seventh-grade students in Hogwarts can get married? Do you think this is Japan and come to learn the bride's practice?"

"Also, most importantly, I have given you two opportunities, and you have no plans to clean up the damaged site - will the next classmates stand here for duel?"

The two students lowered their heads together - it was impossible to say that they didn't need a magic wand.

"Okay, after class, write a paper about trauma treatment. Write more and more and do it yourself. Those who pass the paper can participate in the practice class next class. As for students who fail, self-study and complete the test paper. Of course, if you are willing to be a material, you can also participate in the practice class."

William waved his hand, then pulled a group of students to walk directly to the door - the bubbly curse solved the taste damage, but visual damage was inevitable.

"Goodbye, professor."

"goodbye."

...

During a series of greetings, the students gradually dispersed, and it seemed that everyone was basically satisfied with the class - except for the two unlucky guys who were punished to clean up the classroom.

——

‘The second Thursday to Hogwarts’

‘The classroom that I worked hard to sort out was dirty by two bastards, and it is reasonable to punish them - but their practical experience is indeed very poor, and this aspect needs to be strengthened, after all, they are about to leave school.’

‘Professor Lockhart’s club is still very popular. I punished two more students today – but the seventh grade students are not resentful. It seems that the fifth grade students still have to strengthen their training.’

‘Also, the sky is still gloomy, it won’t rain again tomorrow, right?’

ps:Day, is there?
Chapter completed!