Harry Potter: Is It Normal for a Hogwarts Professor to Be a Dark Lord?

The students frolicking outside the castle were immensely grateful.

They were glad they hadn't stayed in their common rooms that Sunday afternoon, buried under mountains of dull homework, but had chosen instead to play and wander in the snow. For they encountered a more amiable Professor Fawley than usual!

It all started with an upperclassman who, noticing Professor Fawley's brisk walk toward the castle, boldly surmised he was in a good mood. Encouraged by her friends, she mustered the courage to ask him a question that had long troubled her.

"Professor, could you teach us some casting techniques? Even a tutorial duel would be great!" she asked earnestly, hands clasped over her heart.

Tver paused, slightly puzzled by the sudden appearance of this group of young witches, but he was indeed in a good mood, so he stopped.

"Today is Sunday, don't you want to enjoy this leisure time? The winter sun is quite rare, you know."

Seeing that the professor didn't outright reject their request, the girl's excitement began to show.

"Even rarer than the sun is seeing you, Professor!" It was well known that lately, apart from teaching, he was hardly seen; he hadn't even appeared at all yesterday!

Her companion bravely chimed in, "What could be more perfect than spending this beautiful leisure time being mentored by you?"

Feeling the professor's resistance waning, the witches began to shower him with compliments as if they cost nothing.

Nearby students, sensing something unusual, quickly gathered around, eagerly voicing their modest hopes to the professor.

Seeing their excited faces, Tver couldn't help but smile resignedly.

"Alright, but let's not do a duel—I wouldn't want to hurt any of you." His magic was robust and fiery, almost draconian in strength; a single misstep in control could prove deadly even with a simple Stupefy.

The young witches erupted in cheers, their faces glowing with joy.

Yes, they were overjoyed! Professor Fawley had been at Hogwarts for just over three months, and for all that time they had been asking for a class with him, enduring Professor Quirrell's lessons instead.

Now they finally got to attend a class taught by Professor Fawley!

The witch who asked the first question was a bit displeased, however.

Damn it, why the sky have no ceiling!

Before long, the news that Professor Fawley was going to tutor the upperclassmen spread to every idle young witch and wizard's ears.

To their disappointment, though, the lesson was limited to fourth-year students and above.

Fearing an overwhelming turnout, Tver knew that even if there were three of him, he couldn't manage.

Wait a minute? Could there really be three of him?

The students were given twenty minutes to assemble, while a clear space was arranged on the snow-covered ground.

After the preparations were complete, although some young wizards were still hurrying over, Tver formally began the lesson.

With a wave of his wand, a membrane larger than ever before enveloped the students he had gathered, separating those in class from the onlookers.

Inside, the space was immediately filled with sounds of pride and relief, while outside, expressions of disappointment and frustration prevailed.

"I told you to hurry over, but you insisted on bringing a few books!" Ron complained to his two friends.

Hermione, visibly annoyed, slung her backpack in front of her. "Even if we were the first to arrive, the professor is still teaching the upperclassmen, and it has nothing to do with us!"

Then she pulled out book after book from her bag, each heavy enough to be used as a weapon.

"It would have been better to bring some relevant books; maybe it would make it easier to understand the professor's lesson for the upperclassmen."

The nearby young wizards' eyes lit up, but it was now too late to return to the library.

However, they had a mobile library among them!

Consequently, the lowerclassmen who had no chance to attend the lesson, as well as the upperclassmen who arrived later, all gathered around Hermione and other academically inclined students.

Outside the golden membrane, small groups formed. As for the students inside the class, they naturally surrounded Tver. He used the roll call magic again, but this time with a slight variation.

Each person's name still appeared above their heads, but this time, the golden light converged into little ghosts that arranged themselves in neat rows in the air.

They were the spitting image of the ghosts seen on Halloween.

"Now, everyone stand under your little figure and get in formation!" Tver commanded, his wand pressed against the underside of his neck, his voice booming.

With nearly a hundred students present, they were initially puzzled, unsure how these colorful-haired little ghosts could possibly represent them.

But the ghosts quickly provided an answer.

"Head Boy, stop looking around; I am right above you."

"Flint, you idiot, I'm right here!" shouted a gruff ghost. Though the surrounding noise drowned it out somewhat, the voice still reached Flint's mind.

Just then, Hermione exclaimed with surprise from outside the class.

"Do you remember the professor's roll call magic?" she flipped a book open to a page about magical powers, "I've always suspected that the golden light above our heads isn't the professor's magic but rather—"

Hermione frowned, hesitating whether to reveal this.

Ron, completely befuddled, had his interest piqued, only to be abruptly interrupted.

"Go on!"

With the eager eyes of her fellow students upon her, Hermione reluctantly continued, "It might also be related to our souls!"

"So, you're suggesting that those little ghosts might be formed from our magic and souls, and are still connected to us?" A senior student quickly grasped the implication.

"Does this mean that Professor Fawley could potentially extract our souls and kill us?" his friend asked in alarm.

"If the professor wanted to kill us, he wouldn't need to use such flashy magic..." a young witch said somberly.

Tver was quite pleased with the effect of the magic. He would certainly not use such a spell for attack; even with his current magic growing stronger, it would be less effective than using a Killing Curse like Voldemort.

In fact, this magic was meant to embody the concept of the Dark Mark, allowing for the transmission of his message through the connection of souls.

Soon, under the guidance of the little ghosts, all the students were neatly arranged in a 10x10 formation.

"Very well," Tver surveyed their excited faces, "because there are many students, today's class will involve some guidance from the ghosts. You are all upperclassmen and each have your study tasks, so today I won't be teaching from the textbook. That means, today we'll go a bit beyond the syllabus."

The students suppressed a cheer, exchanging thrilled glances with their peers. They would have been happy to receive a normal lesson from the professor. But what they were truly looking forward to was the professor's extraordinary magic that went beyond the textbook!

"Now, before we officially start the lesson, I need to ask you a question—do you remember the evenly matched duel between me and Professor Flitwick?"

All the students, including those outside the class, shouted without hesitation, "We remember!"

That was the first duel many of them had seen over the years, and even if they didn't remember the details, they remembered the brilliant magic involved.

"Do you also remember Professor Flitwick's dual magic?"

The students immediately turned their intense gazes toward Professor Fawley at the front—they seemed to have guessed what the professor was about to say next.

"Today, I will teach you—"

Tver paused, allowing the students' anticipation to peak.

"double magic!"