Hogwarts: The Witch Education Handbook

Indeed, just as you think.

Sean arranged it this way on purpose.

Even during these days of "special" coaching, Tonks's abilities have shown a clear change.

His reason for making this suggestion was to let Tonks see the changes in herself and feel the effect of his help and guidance, so that she would develop a dependence on and gratitude towards him.

Killing many birds with one stone.

Plan complete, get started!

After Sean finished explaining the rules, several fifth and sixth grade Slytherin wizards exchanged glances and then confidently stepped forward.

They had long wanted to see how this mixed-race person, who was a year or two older than them, became a teaching assistant.

The only problem was that they hadn't found an opportunity to embarrass her in public.

But now, isn't this opportunity here?

"Professor Tonks," one of the leading Slytherin junior wizards said in a provocative tone, "Alois Shackler, from House Shackler, I look forward to sparring with you and seeing just how powerful your Disarming Charm really is."

Tonks remained expressionless, merely nodding slightly to indicate that he could begin at any time.

The young wizards around them began to gather, watching the upcoming duel. They whispered among themselves, discussing the outcome of the match, while the Slytherin wizards wore expressions of anticipation, hoping that Tonks would make a fool of himself.

However, Tonks displayed astonishing strength.

She nimbly dodged Shakel's attacks while accurately casting the disarming spell.

Her wand traced an elegant arc in the air before pointing precisely at the lead wizard's wand. In an instant, Shackleton's wand flew from his hand, and he crashed to the ground.

This scene left everyone present stunned.

The Slytherin wizards who had initially been watching the spectacle exchanged bewildered glances, their smiles gradually fading. They hadn't expected that this young witch, whom they had underestimated, would possess such formidable power.

Tonks merely glanced at Shakel, who was sprawled on the ground, and then said softly, "Next."

At this moment, her inner world was far from as calm as she appeared on the outside.

She had thought she could beat him, but she didn't expect it to be so easy.

Could it be...?

Phillips' seemingly absurd and unconventional "special" tutoring methods are really...

Recalling the romantic scenes in the office these past few days, Tonks couldn't help but blush.

No, Tonks, this is a duel.

You can't get distracted.

At that moment, the surrounding air seemed to freeze, and the Slytherin wizards who had been eager to try all hesitated.

They looked at Tonks, the disdain in their eyes gone, replaced by a hint of awe and a touch of hesitation.

However, at that moment, a figure stepped forward.

It's Marcus Flint, the captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team.

Known for his strength and decisiveness, he now stared intently at Tonks, showing no sign of backing down. He raised his wand, challenging Tonks to a duel.

As the two wielded their wands, incantations began to intertwine, and the air was filled with fluctuations of magical power.

Tonks and Marcus Flint moved quickly across the field.

But...soon...

Marcus Flint, like Schalke, was defeated, lasting only half a minute longer than Schalke.

This result shocked everyone present. They hadn't expected that the mighty Marcus Flint would be defeated by Tonks so quickly.

"Should we all go at it together?" the remaining Slytherin wizards whispered among themselves, their faces filled with reluctance and hesitation.

"Forget it, it's not honorable to win anyway." One of the young wizards finally sighed and shook his head helplessly.

Although they were unwilling, they had to admit that Tonks' strength was indeed superior to theirs. They had no chance of winning in a one-on-one fight, and even if they won together, they would only be ridiculed for winning unfairly.

Seeing that no one wanted to continue challenging Tonks, Professor Sean clapped his hands, drawing everyone's attention to himself.

He smiled at Tonks, his eyes full of admiration: "Thank you very much, Professor Tonks, for the wonderful practical exercise you brought us."

"With a disarming spell of this level, even I might not be able to defeat Professor Tonks," Sean joked, which lightened the atmosphere in the classroom considerably, and some students even laughed out loud.

Professor Sean then said earnestly, "The next class will be after the final exams. In the meantime, I hope everyone can focus on reviewing, not only for the exams, but also to consolidate and improve their magical knowledge."

"Remember, magic isn't just for fighting; it's also a tool for us to understand and shape this world." Sean emphasized this sentence, his words carrying a deeper meaning.

He then glanced around the classroom, seeing that they were all listening attentively, and nodded with satisfaction: "Well then, get out of class dismissed! I wish you all the best in your studies and good results on your final exams!"

...

As the final exams approached, the atmosphere in the castle grew increasingly tense.

The students moved through the corridors, their faces no longer showing the usual laughter and ease, but instead seriousness and focus.

In the library, under the lamplight at their desks, the three little ones were engrossed in their studies, their pens flying across the paper as they recorded various magical theories and spells for different subjects.

The air was filled with the smell of ink and parchment, and a hint of anxiety from final exams.

"What are the twelve uses of dragon blood?" Hermione suddenly turned to ask Harry, who was staring blankly at her.

She had been secretly watching Harry all afternoon; he sat there in a daze, not turning a single page of the book in front of him.

Hermione's question abruptly pulled Harry from his reverie. He paused for a moment, then awkwardly began to recall, "Oven cleaner...spot remover...wart treatment..."

He tried hard to recall what he had heard in class, attempting to answer the question of all twelve uses of the fire dragon's blood, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't remember.

"Snape will kill you with that kind of answer," Hermione said, looking at Harry with some concern.

The thought of Snape's sinister appearance sent a chill down Hermione's spine. She couldn't understand why there was such a big difference between the two professors.

"Maybe we won't need him. Who knows, maybe one day Voldemort will..." Harry couldn't help but mutter.

Ever since he learned that Snape was working for Voldemort, he had been living in constant fear, as if Voldemort might burst through the door at any moment. As for the exam, he had completely forgotten about it.

And deep down, he always had a strange feeling...