HP: The Duelist of Hogwarts - 378

Chapter 378: Training

"Haven't I already told you?"

"I just... am not too sure."

Looking at Blaise's expression, Sean said helplessly, "Fine, then I'll say it one more time—Voldemort has been resurrected!"

Blaise shuddered. He looked at Sean. "Re-really? He's really been resurrected..."

"Yes, so I suggest you prepare yourselves. I've made quite an impression on Voldemort this time—he'll definitely come after me. So you'd better prepare too. Either transfer to another school or keep some distance from me."

"That's impossible."

"If that's the case, then come with me in a bit."

"To do what?"

"I promised Harry I'd train him. Since you won't leave Hogwarts and won't keep distance from me, you at least need some self-defense abilities. I'm preparing to train Harry anyway, so you can all come learn together."

"Tomorrow is the end-of-term feast. Training at this time?"

"There isn't much time left. Voldemort won't just sit and watch us rest this holiday, so before vacation starts, I'll teach you as much practical magic as possible."

Hearing Sean's words, Blaise gradually became serious.

"Sean, has the situation really developed to this extent?"

Exhaling, Sean told Blaise, "This matter is more serious than you imagine."

"Alright, then I understand."

After finishing today's paper writing, Sean brought Blaise to the Room of Requirement.

I need a training room.

Pushing open the door to the Room of Requirement, Blaise discovered Andy, Jensen, Harry Potter, and Harry's two friends—the know-it-all and the Weasley boy.

"Hermione and Ron are here too."

"We came with Harry. He really couldn't refuse, so..."

Sean looked at Hermione and shook his head with a smile. "No need to explain. I'm glad you and Ron could come."

Harry walked before Sean. He pressed his lips together. "Sean, I heard—I heard you encountered Voldemort at the third-round competition grounds and even dueled him."

Looking at Harry, Sean didn't hide anything and nodded in acknowledgment. "That's true, but the final result was that I lost. He almost eliminated me."

"Sean, even you can't do it?"

"I can't either. Right now, probably only Professor Dumbledore can face Voldemort head-on."

Seeing Harry's disappointed expression, though Blaise knew he wasn't disparaging or blaming Sean, he still said somewhat angrily, "Vol... You-Know-Who's power is known to everyone. Only Dumbledore can deal with him. But Sean killed many of the Death Eaters You-Know-Who brought, and did so right under You-Know-Who's nose. As for You-Know-Who himself, Sean fought him alone for a long time until Dumbledore arrived. So what right do you have to look down on Sean!"

Harry looked at the increasingly agitated Blaise, somewhat confused.

When did I look down on Sean? Besides Dumbledore and some professors, Sean is the one I respect most. How could I look down on him? What's wrong with this guy? Is he jealous? But I really didn't know what he just said. So Sean can already face Voldemort head-on—he's still so modest as always.

"Blaise, Harry didn't mean that. Let's stop wasting words and start training. I'll say this upfront—since we're training, I'll be very strict. If you can't hold on, tell me anytime."

As his words fell, Sean waved his wand. Tires on ropes immediately descended from the ceiling. Under Sean's wand movements, these tires immediately began swinging.

"Just as Professor Moody said in Defense Against the Dark Arts class, a wizard's first lesson should be how to dodge. This is very important, so the first training will develop your evasion abilities. Walk across from the other side and avoid the swinging tires as much as possible. Try not to get hit even once!"

At dinnertime, a relaxed Sean brought six zombies into the Great Hall.

These six zombies all looked dazed with bruised and swollen faces, moving their feet step by step. Some even limped, taking a long time before sitting at their house tables.

"Sean, is this what you call training?"

"That's right—practical training. What do you think? Can you hold on?"

According to Blaise's personality, he wanted to quit, but whenever he thought about giving up, he'd remember Harry Potter's crazy training appearance. He didn't want to lose to Harry Potter, so he wouldn't give up.

"You're joking. You should ask the Savior that question, not me! I absolutely won't give up!"

Looking at Blaise, Sean smiled. "Alright then, I look forward to you continuing to hold on."

Andy lay on the table, seeing Blaise's appearance clearly.

In this world, jealousy wasn't just between couples. Actually, jealousy most commonly appeared between friends, especially with someone like Harry Potter who suddenly appeared as a close friend—it would especially make Blaise, as Sean's best friend, jealous.

Someone who hadn't been jealous many times in romantic relationships was now extremely jealous over his friend.

Shaking his head with a smile, Andy climbed up from the table. He'd recently decided to separate from his family—first to avoid implicating them, and second because Andy clearly knew that when things developed further, his family might very likely side with Voldemort or the Ministry. So separating in advance saved other troubles.

Not just Andy—Jensen was preparing to do the same, though his main purpose was to separate his relationship with his family to avoid implicating them.

Dinner began, and four people ate frantically. Sean was as always, while Blaise and the other two had consumed too much energy.

Of course, even so, Blaise and the other two combined didn't eat as much as Sean alone.

During the meal, Sean noticed that Snape wasn't at the staff table. Though he'd expected it, Sean still worried about Snape's safety. After all, Voldemort and his Death Eaters weren't easy to deal with.

Just as Sean ate dinner in a hidden manor of the Malfoy family, Voldemort sat at the head of the long table. On his left was Barty Crouch Jr., and on his right was Severus Snape.

"Severus, you did well. Without your help, we couldn't have entered the third round competition space, nor could we have successfully killed Scull, who might have leaked our whereabouts and information. You did very well!"