Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at a certain Hogwarts

Twil looked at Hermione in surprise.

He just assigned such a task casually so that the first graders would not relax because there was no homework.

But I didn't expect that someone would actually follow through and implement it so seriously.

As Tver spoke, he took out a test paper.

"To be honest, I'm worried that you will focus too much on theoretical knowledge and ignore practice."

The first thing Hermione saw was not the test paper, but Tver's hand.

The white and well-jointed hands were as beautiful as works of art, but the slender index finger was currently wearing a dark gold ring with a black gemstone engraved on it, attracting her eyes like a black hole.

Turville took his hand away, and Hermione came to her senses.

She looked away sheepishly and focused on the test paper.

This was the test paper she took in the first class. There was no trace of correction on it, and it was no different from the one she handed in.

"You are the only one in the first grade who has perfect scores. Even Mr. Malfoy, who is second, failed to answer some of the knowledge in the back of the textbook correctly."

Facing Tweel's approving eyes, Hermione lowered her head shyly.

"I just read more books, and the test papers you gave are not too difficult. I only need to remember the knowledge in the textbooks to achieve this level."

Thinking of his savior Harry, who had terrible grades, Tver laughed happily.

"You'd better say it here. If you let those students who can't even pass the test know, they will be angry."

"However, there are not many little wizards like you. Can I ask, have you memorized the entire book?"

Hermione immediately raised her head happily, "Yes, not only the book "Dark Arts: A Guide to Self-Defense", but also the Transfiguration and Charms textbooks, I have memorized them all!"

"Professor, you have read so many books, you must have memorized a lot, right?"

This aspect is her pride.

Because she was born as a Muggle, she worried that her learning progress in school would fall behind her classmates. After buying the textbook, she read it day and night and memorized it.

But Tver poured cold water on her.

"When you read more and more books, you won't memorize them. Understanding is more important than memorizing."

There is no point in reciting the knowledge after he has understood it. Instead, it will take up his limited time, so he has never thought about reciting something meaningless.

Of course, his memory is already good, but it is slightly different from reciting. Only the knowledge that he urgently needs to understand will be recited word for word.

Seeing Hermione's disappointed expression, Tver comforted her.

"Of course, the fact that you can memorize it shows your hard work. As a professor, I always like students who work hard."

"But it's too crowded here, so I can't give you practical exercises, so let me help you answer your study questions!"

The girl's face immediately turned from cloudy to sunny, and her eyes were so excited that she still looked disappointed.

Tver smacked his tongue in his heart, a girl's emotional changes were more difficult to understand than "Four Elements".

With Tweel's permission, Hermione simply asked questions accumulated in class, not only about Defense Against the Dark Arts, but also Transfiguration and other courses.

Even if she is as smart as Hermione, she is still a freshman who has just been at school for a week, and the questions she asks are not very profound.

Therefore, even if it is a question about astronomy, Tver can answer it with his profound knowledge reserve.

Time passed by like this, and soon an hour passed.

Tver took a sip of pumpkin juice and found that the cup had already reached the bottom, only to realize that it was already ten o'clock.

For him, it was just the beginning of evening study, but for students, it was already curfew time.

"Oh, it turns out it's already this time. Let's stop here for tonight. Take the time to go back to the lounge. If you meet other professors or administrator Filch, just say that you are receiving tutoring from me."

Hermione nodded sadly and left Turville's office listlessly.

She learned a lot tonight, not only what was in the textbook, but also many strange angles that she had never heard of.

After the proficiency of ordinary spells increases, and assisted by profound magic knowledge, powerful power can be released.

This is something she has never seen in textbooks!

Watching Hermione leave, Tver stood at the door in a daze.

"What, trying to use that little witch as your new whatever, tool man?"

An indifferent voice sounded in Tver's mind.

But he did not answer, but fumbled for the ring on his hand.

Tonight he was actually studying black magic, studying black magic that he had never touched before.

The Imperius Curse, one of the three unforgivable curses.

Tver is good at many magics, including transformation, fire spells, iron armor spells, and many strange black magics.

But what he is best at is the study of the soul.

This is also because the ring in his hand is inhabited by a soul, and it has always intended to erode his soul.

"Hey, hey, don't slander the soul casually. It's only the first three years, okay?" Voldemort hurriedly retorted, saying nonstop, "Ever since you learned Occlumency, you have been studying me!"

In short, his research on the soul has reached a level that no one can match.

But he has yet to take action against the three unforgivable curses.

The Imperius Curse - control the soul;

Cruciatus Curse - torturing the soul;

Death Curse - Destroy the Soul!

The deeper he studied the soul, the deeper his fear of these three spells became.

If it was a matter of simple use, he could have done it easily five years ago.

But from ancient times to the present, no one has been able to control these three spells.

Wizards have developed countless advanced applications of spells, but these three spells are only used in everyone's hands.

"There is nothing that cannot be solved by the Death Curse. If there is, then there are two," Voldemort chattered. "I don't know what happened to you. Your mind has been so eroded."

Yes, Tweel was working on the Imperius Curse before Hermione came here tonight.

When studying black magic, you must prevent your mind from being corroded by evil thoughts, otherwise you will become a slave to black magic.

Therefore, he habitually found a tool for himself to provide him with a channel for spiritual rest during the intervals between studying black magic.

But when he was studying the Imperius Curse, he could truly experience the pleasure of control, the pleasure of letting the controlled life do whatever he wanted.

This kind of pleasure can only be said to be inferior to the negative effects of black magic, but for Tver, he is already controlling the plot of this world, so he naturally has this idea.

So he almost lost his soul, but at that moment, he seemed to feel the essence of his soul.

It was also at this moment that his consciousness returned to its original form, and he ran out of the office in a panic to calm his mind.

"I saw something you have never seen before, Voldemort," Tver sneered as he looked at the extinguishing torches outside, and his figure gradually disappeared into the darkness, "That is the greatest secret of the soul."