Hiding in Hogwarts as a professor

"Hey, you guys just wait to be beaten up," Davis said as he geared up and looked at George and the others with malicious eyes. "Isn't it just that he won a championship? He keeps talking about it all day long!"

"That's right!" a Gryffindor stood up and complained indignantly.

"George and Fred even acted out dozens of times in the lounge, the scene when they accepted the professor's praise after winning the championship!"

"No way!" George retorted loudly, but the volume suddenly dropped, "Only twenty times..."

"Just?!"

The students were so excited that they planned to have a Muggle-style showdown without even taking their wands.

In the eyes of the Weasley twins pleading for help, Tver waved his hands repeatedly and used a gentle magic to separate the students.

"Okay, okay, if you want to fight, you have to wait until I tell you to start."

"..."

Sensing the ridicule in the professor's words, George and Fred's expressions suddenly changed from joy to sadness and anger.

"This is the significance of this actual battle. The weak will stick together, and the strong will probably be besieged."

"But strength and weakness are always relative. When the weak find that the strong are out, the strong and weak among them will appear again."

"So, whether you are in an alliance or fighting alone, it is up to your team to decide what to do, and you also need to think about the pros and cons!"

Tver clapped his hands heavily, and a thick white fog enveloped the field, blocking everyone's sight five feet away.

"Line up in groups and follow me closely, otherwise I won't be responsible for falling behind."

With the help of magic induction, he accurately led the students to the edge of the arena.

"Except for black magic and highly destructive magic, you can use any techniques you have learned in the past few years this time."

"Later, the moment the white fog disappears is the signal for the start of the game. Each of your teams must start from here and move towards the, um, trophy in the center."

"The first one to get the trophy, no matter how it is used, his team will be the champion of this competition and will receive the gift I carefully prepared!"

While Tver explained the rules, he successively arranged each team to the edge area at an equal distance.

Cedric and Weasley until the end.

"I think you will be under greater pressure this time, so I can give you a little tip."

Twil gave Cedric a meaningful smile.

"Remember, this time you are not required to defeat all your opponents. In fact, you can win the championship without fighting a battle..."

After saying that, his figure and silhouette gradually disappeared into the thick fog.

"What does this mean?" George was stunned for a moment.

"Could the professor want us to sneak forward and find the little cake?" Fred lowered his head and speculated thoughtfully.

"Professor should let us fight cautiously." Cedric calmly watched the thick fog gradually disappear.

"Extreme avoidance of fighting may not bring us benefits, but ineffective fighting will definitely bring us harm."

"But the problem is, we are the target of public criticism now!" George wailed.

The game had officially begun, and he seemed to have seen the friendly classmates starting to shout and search for their positions.

"So, we have to hide first." Cedric observed their position.

"Everyone is distributed around the oval of the arena. If they fumble over, they must be along the edge."

Infected by Cedric's calmness, George and Fred took a deep breath.

"So, let's walk forward for a while, then change the direction and return to the edge of the arena!" George said firmly.

"That's right," Fred agreed, "They can't find us, and there might be internal strife!"

Cedric walked forward without saying a word.

"I've felt the movement, hurry up and get out of here."

"Nothing?" George quickly pulled Fred to follow him, "Why didn't I hear anything?"

"I didn't hear it!" Fred knocked his brother on the head. "It must be magic or something. Do you remember that the professor glanced at Cedric before he left? He probably noticed his little move."

Cedric immediately smiled proudly.

After realizing that he was about to be besieged, even before the game started, he was thinking about how to gain as much advantage as possible.

"The professor probably wanted to help us, otherwise he wouldn't have noticed that I set up induction magic for each team and left us at the end."

"It seems that the professor really cares about us!" George, possessed by the drama, pretended to be moved to tears.

It was just that his acting skills were so poor that Fred hit him on the head in disgust.

"However, it would be better if the guidance could be placed in a central place."

Cedric turned back and raised his eyebrows at them, the smile on his face looking even more handsome in the dappled sunlight.

"How do you know there isn't one?"

"Good guy, you have such a bad heart, but we like it!"*2

The three of them walked for a while in a relaxed mood, then chose a direction and turned back again.

“There will definitely be other teams moving quickly along the center at this point and we’re only going to get ourselves into trouble by running over to join in the fun.”

"So, the fastest way is not to rush forward, but to wait for a while, and wait until the reckless team in front is tired and the cautious team behind has not caught up, then we can speed up!"

"But there must be teams that have the same mentality as us, right? For example, Roger Davis, I am too familiar with his wretched mentality." Seven

George said disdainfully, unaware that they were executing the same strategy.

"Are you afraid of them?" Fred asked.

"Hey, who would be afraid of them? Are you afraid?" George raised his head arrogantly, "We beat him to a pulp in the last finals!"

"To be precise, it was Cedric who led the two of us to hold them back and beat them to a pulp." Fred said without shame.

Even though he and George have made great progress in spellcasting, they are slightly less talented in combat. Compared with Cedric and Davis, they can only be regarded as above-average.

After all, their talents and thoughts are focused on other aspects. If it weren't for Professor Welfare, they probably still wouldn't know how to duel with others!

"Oh, I heard someone beat us to a pulp?" Davis walked out from behind a tree, followed by two companions with the same sneer.

Cedric stopped in surprise, and the wand in his hand tightened.

"How come you are here?"

"Do you think you are the only one who can leave some magic behind?" Davis said proudly, playing with his wand.

In fact, he noticed Cedric's little move and thought of imitating it.

However, if you want to boost other people’s popularity, let’s wait until after class~

"When I was thinking about a perfect strategy, I did some reverse reasoning. As expected, you chose the same method as us!"

"Come on, George, and Fred, let me see how much you've grown this summer!"

"Why didn't you mention Cedric?" George asked curiously.

"Uh……"

Davis felt a pain in his heart.

If he could beat Cedric, he would have already ridiculed him!