So strong!
Really so strong!
He's actually this powerful!
Jennifer watched Sean display his prowess, having completely forgotten about the Slytherin Brotherhood. She now only knew that Sean's strength was formidable, and she really liked it. When dealing with Oliver in the future, having such a powerful ally as Sean would make pulling that guy down much more likely.
Not only Jennifer, but also Barrett, standing not far from her, appeared solemn on the surface, yet in reality, his mood was becoming increasingly relaxed.
Ever since being completely conquered by Sean last time, Barrett's faith in Voldemort had completely transformed into faith in Sean. Secretly, Barrett had become Sean's complete devotee. Now seeing Sean display power far greater than before, Barrett's heart was already singing a series of praises to Sean.
This is my master!
If not for Sean's requirement that Barrett continue staying in the Slytherin Brotherhood, Barrett would already be kneeling at Sean's feet expressing his humility.
Sean looked at the guy wrapped up by Kulkan. He remembered the other's surname was Brook, though he forgot the first name. But none of that mattered. This guy was a fifth-year Slytherin prefect who had just recently joined the Slytherin Brotherhood. His understanding of Sean came entirely from legends, so naturally his fear of Sean wasn't great.
"Brook, I already know about you going to my room trying to steal my thesis experimental data and materials. Before handing you over to the Head of House, I'll collect some interest first."
Brook, caught in petrification, watched Sean raise his wand and point it at him. He wanted to say something but couldn't utter a single word, only able to watch helplessly as Sean cast a spell on him.
Sean's wand flickered with light, and then under Brook's horrified gaze, the petrification affecting him was actually lifted.
"Kulkan, release him."
In front of others, Kulkan was always very obedient. Although in her view, directly strangling this petrified boy to pieces would be most efficient, since Sean had other ideas, she would naturally listen to Sean.
Kulkan released the other party, her body also returning to the size she had when arriving here.
Sean looked at the somewhat bewildered Brook and said directly: "Pick up your wand. Now, the duel begins immediately."
Brook looked at Sean. For someone who hadn't been beaten into submission, while Sean's strength was indeed formidable, even if he lost, he wouldn't make it easy for Sean!
However, if he had asked in advance, asked Malfoy, who had already hidden in a corner when Sean arrived and covered most of his body with curtains, Malfoy would have immediately told him that when facing Sean, the best approach was to admit defeat and beg for mercy. Otherwise, Malfoy's nose, broken who knows how many times, would be Brook's cautionary tale.
In fact, when Brook fought Sean, he knew he had made a grave error.
People often think they're capable when watching others fight, imagining what they would do in such situations. But when they actually draw their wands and fight, they discover that while they score a hundred in theory, they can't even manage ten points in practice. This was exactly Brook's situation now.
Drawing his wand, Brook bowed to Sean, then immediately waved his wand, wanting to cast a family heirloom dark curse to attack Sean. However, Sean's Expelliarmus arrived at Brook's position first, hitting his chest and directly blasting him away. His body crashed hard into the wall behind him, and even his wand fell at Sean's feet.
Looking at the wand at his feet, Sean kicked it, sending the wand back to Brook's side, saying indifferently: "Again."
Gritting his teeth hard, facing Sean's contempt, Brook had no choice. He could only pick up his wand, roar, and prepare to cast a spell at Sean.
But this time was no exception either.
Sean simply waved his wand once, and an invisible force again sent Brook flying. His body was lifted high before falling directly down, crashing to the ground with only Brook's painful groans remaining.
"Again!"
At this point, Brook finally understood how great the gap between himself and Sean was.
He struggled to lift his head, looking at Sean, and reproached: "Sean Bulstrode, even if I broke into your room, there was nothing in your room! I found nothing! You've sent me flying twice in a row. That's enough to make up for my mistake!"
"Make up for the mistake? I, as the victim, haven't even said it can be made up for, yet you, the perpetrator, claim that taking two beatings can make up for your mistake?"
"Then what exactly do you want! Why don't you just give me a Killing Curse and kill me outright!"
"Wouldn't that be letting you off easy? Again!"
"Sean Bulstrode, don't go too far!"
Looking at Brook sitting on the ground, completely refusing to get up, Sean raised his wand: "Since you don't want to get up and don't want to spar with me again, then I won't be polite."
"Pain Absorption!"
Transparent energy threads bearing Brook's image were drawn from Brook's eyes, ears, nose, and mouth, converging into an energy stream that flowed into Sean's wand tip.
Feeling his mind filled with happy and joyful memories, Sean's consumed mental energy rapidly recovered, and even his expended magical power was being restored. Meanwhile, Brook showed a pained expression, collapsed to his knees, clutched his head with both hands, and began wailing in agony.
At this moment, Samuel and Irina also broke free from their magical effects. They watched Brook kneeling at Sean's feet, constantly wailing and crying. If they weren't certain that Sean wasn't using an Unforgivable Curse, they would really think Brook had been hit with the Cruciatus Curse.
"Sean, you can stop now."
Turning to look at Snape, who had somehow appeared beside him, Sean gently flicked his wand. The semi-transparent thread immediately broke, and the magic was interrupted.
With the magic's release, Brook directly collapsed to the ground, tears, snot, and saliva slowly flowing out. He lay on the ground with a vacant expression, like a broken doll.
"Professor, he previously snuck into my room trying to steal my experimental data and materials, so I came here to seek an explanation from him."
"I already know about this matter. Leave the rest to me to handle. I'll produce a result that satisfies you."
"Thank you, Professor."
"Go back. Leave this to me."
"Yes, goodbye Professor."