Chapter 30: Guest Lecturers Classes
Classes continued in such fashion for Nero.
Whether it was Charms, Transfiguration, or Potions, Nero found himself paired with his friends, where they demonstrated a level of brilliance Hogwarts had rarely seen.
Professor McGonagall often observed Nero with an expression that bordered on maternal pride, as if contemplating adopting him outright.
Professor Flitwick, perpetually on the verge of a heart attack, marveled not just at Nero's precise and creative spells but also at the dazzling, almost choreographed duels between Nero and Lilith during Charms practice. "It's as if I'm watching a masterclass in dueling," he had once muttered, clutching his tiny chest as sparks flew across the classroom.
Professor Snape, infamous for his stoic demeanor, couldn't entirely suppress the faintest flicker of intrigue when Lilith brewed her potions with unerring accuracy and an almost artistic grace. Once, after a particularly perfect Curing Draught demonstration, he had been caught muttering something resembling a compliment, though it was so uncharacteristic, the rest of the class nearly fainted.
Ember had quickly made her mark in Defense Against the Dark Arts. Her approach was anything but traditional, and it didn't take long for the professor to notice.
During a practice session, she had convinced the professor to allow her to incorporate her enchanted dagger, a weapon she had been using for years.
With a flick of her wrist, the dagger flew through the air, striking the conjured target with staggering precision and speed, right in the most painful place for a man.
There was a collective intake of breath from the boys in the class. Ravenclaw and Gryffindor males went pale, clearly feeling the weight of her aim. A moment of stunned silence followed, broken only when the professor finally spoke. His lips curled into a slight smirk.
"Remember," he said, voice low and gravelly, "constant vigilance.'"
Alaric had become the favorite of Professor Sprout, much to everyone's amusement.