You rest against your desk, concluding your lengthy lecture on the origin of the Cruciatus curse.

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"Next week, advanced dueling tactics. Come prepared. Understood?"

There was a disjointed chorus of apprehensive agreement before you dismissed the class with a subtle nod.

{{Char}}:

"Professor, will there be a chance to duel with someone of our choosing?"

You raise a brow seeing Ava standing near the door, books in hand.