The course soon found its rhythm. Over the next few days, Tver followed the same pattern, teaching the remaining third- and second-year students in turn.
Before long, the young wizards of both years were brimming with excitement, developing an almost feverish enthusiasm for using magic in combat. This infectious energy quickly spread to the other grades. Even though they couldn't attend Professor Fawley's classes, they could still learn from the second- and third-years!
Soon, the entire castle was charged with the spirit of battle. After class, students could be seen waving their wands everywhere, practicing spells with zeal. From time to time, someone would get struck by a stray jinx or charm and end up flat on the floor.
As a result, the Counter-Curse and Stunning Spell became the most frequently used—and most skillfully mastered—spells in the school.
Even the prefects couldn't stop the chaos, despite issuing repeated warnings. Things only came to a halt when the Weasley twins accidentally hit Professor Quirrell on the back of the head with a misfired spell.
It was the first time the students had ever seen Professor Quirrell lose his temper. Usually timid and stammering, he deducted fifty points from Gryffindor on the spot and sentenced the twins to detention.
After a tactful reminder from Professor McGonagall, Tver had no choice but to stand before all the students in the Great Hall and reiterate the rule: no magic was to be used in the school corridors. Anyone who violated it would be punished with ten advanced-level exam papers.
Of course, the professors knew such a ban was futile. Practicing magic was second nature to wizards. After some thought, Dumbledore decided to allow students to use the unused classrooms on each floor for spell practice, even going so far as to provide soft mats and training dummies.
Only then did the excitement gradually settle down.
The only ones watching from the sidelines were the first-years. They hadn't even mastered the basics of magic yet, much less learned how to duel.
Even the simple Transfiguration exercise from their first lesson—turning a matchstick into a needle—was something most of them still struggled to complete. They hadn't learned a single spell.
In the recent Charms lessons, they'd only practiced hand movements and the control of magical energy. For most, producing a faint spark of light was already a big accomplishment.
But that wasn't Tver's concern. He had something more important to take care of.
After dinner that evening, he bid farewell to the curious young wizards and took the path toward Hogsmeade.
Only students from the third year and above were allowed to visit Hogsmeade on specific weekends, but as a professor, Tver no longer had to worry about such restrictions.
The September evenings weren't dark yet. Twilight was his favorite time of day—when darkness approached, and the sun cast its final rays of gold, the world seemed wrapped in a quiet, melancholy beauty.
So instead of Apparating straight there, Tver chose to walk, enjoying a rare moment of calm.
Hogwarts was close to Hogsmeade, and before dusk had fully fallen, he reached the village—the only all-wizard settlement in Britain. The place was full of cottages and shops with thatched, triangular roofs that made the streets look almost like a maze.
Still, the variety of shops was enough to make anyone linger. Even on a weekday, there were plenty of visitors wandering about, and the laughter of children echoed in the air, filling the village with warmth and life.
If not for his current errand, Tver wouldn't have minded taking a stroll himself.
At the end of the street, he arrived at a shop called "Dervish & Banges." The door stood open, and Tver stepped inside. Several customers were browsing the shelves while the shopkeeper attended to them.
Business seemed to be doing quite well.
Since the owner was still busy, Tver wandered casually around the shop.
It was a magic equipment store that also sold repair tools. The place was packed with magical devices of all kinds—from large enchanted doors to tiny anti-ghost goggles.
On one shelf sat several transparent spheres, each slightly larger than a fist, filled with a faintly swirling gas.
Tver leaned closer and read the description printed below.
"The Remembrall—squeeze it hard. If it stays unchanged, it means you haven't forgotten anything. But if it suddenly glows red, that means you've forgotten something."
"But beware—if you've forgotten what you've forgotten, then the Remembrall won't be of any help."
A bespectacled man with a kind and honest face appeared beside him, wearing a polite, practiced smile.
"I'm Banges, the manager of this shop," he said, gesturing toward another shopkeeper nearby. "That's my brother, Dervish. We run this place together."
Tver glanced back. The two indeed looked alike in both build and appearance, though Banges, with his glasses, seemed more refined and scholarly.
"Is this your first time here, guest?" Banges asked curiously.
Wizards were few to begin with, and since Banges had a good memory, he was certain he wouldn't have forgotten meeting someone like Tver before.
"That's right. It's also my first time in Hogsmeade," Tver replied with a calm nod.
"So, are you here looking for something specific, or just browsing? If you're browsing, I can give you a tour," Banges offered warmly.
A new customer was always a welcome thing for any shop.
"I'd like to commission a batch of items," Tver said, taking out a badge marked with a simple design. "Mass-produce items like this one."
Banges eagerly accepted the badge, examining it closely as soft murmurs of admiration escaped his lips.
"It's not made from magical materials, yet it carries such a complete and powerful Shield Charm. Your expertise in this area must be quite remarkable."
Tver's face reddened slightly. He wasn't skilled in alchemy at all—the badge had only been completed by chance after consulting the Weasley twins.
He cleared his throat to keep himself grounded and not get lost in the flattery.
"Ahem, can you make badges like this? I need them to maintain a stable effect—and if possible, include a magic recharge function."
Magic recharge meant that once an enchanted item used up its stored mana, it could be replenished through mana infusion and continue to function—essentially the difference between a disposable and a rechargeable battery.
Banges's expression turned troubled. Frowning, he examined the badge further and tried activating it. The magic inside quickly dropped by a large margin.
It wasn't just because Tver had stored little magic, but also because the Shield Charm embedded within was exceptionally strong and consumed a great deal of power.
Just then, the other shopkeeper, Dervish, finished seeing off the remaining customers with cheerful energy and came over to join his brother, who was still studying the badge.
Before speaking, Dervish discreetly sized Tver up, then finally asked what was going on.
This time, Tver didn't have to say a word—Banges explained the situation to his brother himself.
Dervish didn't respond immediately either. Instead, as if no one else were there, he and his brother began examining the badge together, engrossed in their discussion.