"It's over! Sean lost!"
"Damn it, if even Sean failed, how are we supposed to clear this?"
"Don't forget he fought alone! We've got six people per team!"
"Wait—look! Sean isn't dead yet!"
The surrounding Slytherins immediately looked back toward the battlefield.
Inside the shattered wasteland, Sean lay flat against the ground with his wand raised weakly toward the front.
"Petrificus Totalus… die already!"
A grey-white beam erupted forward instantly.
At the same moment, the figure of the black-robed wizard ahead suddenly flickered strangely.
It was another illusion.
But this time, Sean's spell struck first.
The enemy wizard's body immediately solidified into stone.
The battlefield froze.
Then the system notification exploded across Sean's vision.
[Congratulations to the Host for clearing Level One.]
[Reward: Total magical power capacity increased by 100%.]
[Reward obtained: King Arthur's Sword Wand.]
[King Arthur's Sword Wand: A holy weapon once blessed by Merlin himself. Deals 100% additional suppression against dark creatures. Reduces spell consumption by 50%.]
[Special Attribute: Indestructible.]
[I grant you the power to cut through all obstacles. Those without the heart of a king may not wield it. Those without virtue may not touch it. — Merlin.]
Sean's eyes narrowed slightly.
But instead of checking the reward immediately, he asked calmly inside his mind:
"System. If other people clear the level, do they receive rewards too?"
The reply came instantly.
[No.]
Sean nodded thoughtfully.
Honestly, just being allowed into the training room was already an enormous advantage for the Slytherins.
Meanwhile, the battlefield itself suddenly shattered apart like broken glass.
Sean stepped calmly out from the fragments of the barrier.
Against the gloomy wasteland backdrop, his delicate face almost looked unreal.
For several seconds, the surrounding little snakes simply stared at him blankly.
Then the entire crowd exploded.
"Prefect Sean!"
"Please teach us how to beat them!"
"Every time we enter, we die before even reacting!"
"And those enemies keep teleporting around!"
"We're terrified!"
Sean helplessly rubbed his forehead.
"Blindly attacking doesn't work." He glanced around calmly. "Blindly defending doesn't work either."
Then he pointed toward the nearest students.
"A barrel's capacity isn't determined by the longest wooden board."
His gaze slowly swept across everyone.
"It's determined by the shortest one."
The older students immediately fell into thought.
Meanwhile, several girls looked at Sean with eyes practically glowing.
Seeing the atmosphere suddenly becoming strange again, Sean immediately took two steps backward.
"I still have things to do," he said quickly. "Keep practising yourselves for now. I'll help correct mistakes before we leave."
Without waiting for a response, Sean hurried toward a distant corner of the training room.
A desk instantly materialised nearby.
Sean sat down casually, pulled out Malfoy's class notes, and began painfully copying them by hand.
Ten copies.
No magic.
Snape truly had no mercy.
By the time Sean finally finished copying everything, more than three hours had passed inside the training room.
Sean stretched lazily before glancing toward the battlefield.
"Have they completely lost confidence yet?"
He slowly walked toward the centre of the wasteland.
To his surprise, the students were still repeatedly challenging the first level.
Even more surprising—
Many students had stopped fighting entirely and begun actively teaching the first-years instead.
"No! Watch my wand movement carefully!" a sixth-year shouted impatiently. "It's Wingardium Levi-o-sa!"
"Goyle, you idiot!" another older student yelled. "That wasn't even a proper swish and flick! Is there anything inside your head besides food?"
"Crabbe! Stop running!" a girl screamed furiously. "Practise the incantation properly or I'll hang you upside down all night!"
Sean paused slightly while watching the chaotic scene.
Aside from a handful of completely hopeless students, most of the Slytherins had already discovered the true value of the training room.
Their minds became noticeably sharper inside this space.
Spells they previously couldn't understand suddenly became easier to grasp.
Even wand movements felt smoother.
When the students noticed Sean approaching, the noisy battlefield gradually quieted down.
Everyone's eyes immediately shifted toward Charlie.
Clearly, they'd pushed him forward again.
Charlie stepped out awkwardly.
"Prefect…" he began carefully. "None of us have managed to kill even one enemy yet."
He coughed softly.
"So… could you maybe…"
"Carry you?" Sean finished calmly.
The surrounding students immediately looked embarrassed.
Sean shook his head.
"It would be useless even if I did."
The students' expressions instantly fell.
But Sean continued immediately afterward.
"Your spell proficiency is too low. Your magical reserves are too weak. And your teamwork is terrible."
His gaze sharpened slightly.
"Improve those things first."
Then Sean pointed toward the teams scattered across the wasteland.
"Remember this carefully. From now on, your groups are permanent."
The atmosphere instantly became serious.
"You rise together." Sean's voice lowered slightly. "And you fall together."
His eyes swept across each team captain.
"That means your teammates' weaknesses are also your responsibility."
Nobody spoke.
For the first time, many Slytherins truly understood what Sean had been trying to teach them.
Sean finally glanced upward at the dark sky.
"Time's almost up. Everyone return and rest."
With a casual wave of his hand, the training room instantly dissolved around them.
.....
The students returned to the common room in shock.
Less than two hours had passed outside.
"My God…"
One student stared at the clock blankly.
"I thought we'd spent at least four or five hours in there."
"Same!"
"It's only been one hour and fifty minutes!"
Another student suddenly frowned strangely.
"Wait… do any of you feel weird after coming out?"
Everyone nearby looked over.
"My brain feels sluggish," the student muttered. "Like something important disappeared."
Several others immediately nodded in agreement.
"Yes! Inside there, thinking felt way faster!"
"Everything suddenly feels slower now."
Then suddenly someone screamed in horror.
"Oh no! I forgot to feed the mice!"
The entire common room instantly erupted into chaos again.
Everyone rushed frantically back toward the dormitories.
After all, caring for the mice was one of Sean's assigned tasks.
And nobody wanted to imagine the punishment for failing.
.....
The next morning, laughter echoed throughout Hogwarts.
Because every single Slytherin student now looked absolutely ridiculous.
Exploded hairstyles.
Burned curls.
Wild bird-nest hair sticking in every direction.
The entire house resembled victims of a magical explosion.
Normally, the Slytherins would've started fights immediately after facing such public ridicule.
But surprisingly—
Nobody reacted.
Compared to before, their goals had already changed.
Mockery from childish students no longer mattered much.
Sean had just sat down to eat breakfast when Hermione suddenly approached carrying several books.
"Sean…"
Her voice sounded unusually soft.
"You've been very busy lately."
Any normal person could hear the resentment hidden beneath those words.
Sean immediately prepared to explain.
But suddenly—
His expression changed.
He slowly looked down toward his palm.
Several glowing words had appeared there once again.
Clean the bathroom.
Sean's mouth twitched violently.
"That… Hermione, sorry." He immediately stood up awkwardly. "I suddenly have something important to deal with."
Then he hurried away before Hermione could stop him.
Hermione stood there silently for several seconds.
Then her lips slowly puffed outward in grievance as tears gathered in her eyes.
She turned sadly toward Malfoy nearby.
"Malfoy…" Hermione asked quietly, "do you think Sean's avoiding me?"
Malfoy nearly choked to death on his breakfast.
His expression became miserable instantly.
Internally, he wanted to scream.
Why drag me into this?!
I was just peacefully eating and watching drama!
But faced with Hermione's question, Malfoy absolutely didn't dare say anything bad about Sean.
So he could only answer awkwardly:
"Well… the prefect's been extremely busy lately." He forced an ugly smile onto his face. "He definitely isn't avoiding you…"
.....
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