Hermione hadn't even entered the second level yet.
Naturally, she assumed that if Sean could clear the first challenge alone, the second probably wasn't difficult for him either.
Only Sean himself understood how ridiculous that assumption actually was.
If not for obtaining several advanced spells recently, Sean would never have dared say something so arrogant aloud.
After separating from Hermione and the others, Sean lowered his head and walked silently through the corridors while thinking rapidly.
"I need Sectumsempra."
"And before that, I need to prepare properly."
Sean frowned slightly.
"But how exactly am I supposed to get Snape's notebook?"
He rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
"Do I need to recreate the troll incident somehow?"
"Maybe if I get injured badly enough, Snape might use it in front of me…"
Then Sean's expression darkened.
"…Or he might just kill me directly instead."
After all, Snape still considered him a constant source of trouble.
While Sean remained lost in thought, he unconsciously wandered into the entrance hall on the first floor.
Suddenly, loud excited voices pulled him back to reality.
"Look!"
"She's gorgeous!"
"Who is that?!"
"She's got an amazing figure too!"
Sean followed everyone's gaze casually.
Then his eyes instantly became blank.
"…The Auror?"
Willow stood near the entrance looking around nervously.
Sean nearly stopped breathing.
"How did she get into Hogwarts?!"
His first instinct was panic.
"Did someone discover I left school?"
But after thinking carefully, Sean calmed slightly.
No.
Other than Snape, nobody should know he secretly left Hogwarts.
After several seconds of internal struggle, Sean made the smartest possible decision.
Retreat.
Immediately.
Without hesitation, he turned around and walked directly toward the Slytherin common room.
If he couldn't understand the situation—
—then avoiding it entirely was obviously the correct answer.
Fortunately, the next several days passed peacefully.
Willow appeared briefly at Hogwarts…
…and then disappeared just as quickly.
Sean's life slowly settled into a stable rhythm once more.
Eat.
Study.
Sleep.
Train.
Repeat.
Half a month passed in the blink of an eye.
One afternoon, Sean was preparing to head toward the library when a familiar system notification suddenly sounded.
[Congratulations to the host for clearing the first Quidditch challenge.]
[Reward: Total magical power increased by 100%.]
[Reward acquired: Intermediate Broom Flight Mastery.]
Sean immediately paused.
Then he turned around instinctively.
In the distance, Marcus Flint and the Slytherin Quidditch team were throwing Malfoy into the air repeatedly while shouting his name excitedly.
Clearly…
Slytherin had won.
And this victory was far more meaningful than it appeared.
Half a month earlier, Sean had practically imprisoned the entire Quidditch team inside the training room.
No parties.
No entertainment.
Nothing except Quidditch practice.
With the 2:1 time ratio active, they trained over thirty hours a day.
During that period, they played hundreds of practice matches against the Artillery Team.
Every single victory had been earned through real sweat and exhaustion.
At this moment, Malfoy and the others finally noticed Sean nearby.
Compared to before, Malfoy looked completely different.
The pale sickly appearance he once had was gone entirely.
Now his body looked noticeably stronger from constant training. His skin had turned a healthy wheat colour, and the intense exercise seemed to have stimulated another growth spurt.
He now stood more than a head taller than Harry and Ron.
Sean slowly began applauding.
"Well done, gentlemen."
The surrounding Slytherins immediately erupted into cheers as well.
"WOOOHOO!"
"MALFOY!"
"This year's Quidditch Cup belongs to Slytherin!"
"DESTROY GRYFFINDOR!"
Even Sean couldn't help smiling slightly.
"Yes."
"The purpose of your training all this time…"
"…was to win the Quidditch Championship."
Marcus immediately looked offended.
"Come on, Prefect."
He puffed up proudly.
"We beat the Artillery Team."
Another player nodded smugly.
"Exactly. Don't underestimate us."
Seeing them becoming overconfident already, Sean decided to cool their heads slightly.
"Do any of you remember," Sean asked calmly, "who Hogwarts once called its greatest Seeker prodigy?"
Marcus' grin slowly faded.
"…James Potter."
Malfoy blinked in surprise.
"Potter?"
"Harry's father?"
Sean nodded.
"Yes."
Then his expression became serious.
"Harry is far more talented than you think."
"Even at eleven years old."
Sean glanced around at everyone.
"So don't get careless."
The team immediately quieted down.
Then suddenly, Sean smiled again.
"Still…"
"You earned rewards for today's victory."
With that, Sean pulled several black-and-gold cards from his pocket before distributing them to the Quidditch players.
"Fifty percent discount cards."
"Valid at Gringotts Cosmetic Magic Hospital."
The players instantly exploded with excitement.
Only Malfoy received nothing.
Instead, Sean slowly pulled out a small black box separately.
This gift…
…was also a test.
If Malfoy had truly matured during this training period, then this reward would become far more meaningful than cosmetic surgery.
Sean handed him the box calmly.
Malfoy immediately opened it eagerly.
Inside rested a small dark-green model car.
The shape looked aggressive and elegant at the same time, like some sleeping metallic beast.
The sharp headlights resembled predatory eyes.
Most shocking of all—
—the doors opened upward like butterfly wings.
Nothing remotely similar existed in this era.
Malfoy stared blankly.
"…This is for me?"
His voice trembled slightly.
"How does it work?"
Sean smiled faintly.
"The box carries an Undetectable Extension Charm."
"Place it on the ground and the vehicle will emerge automatically."
"When you want to store it again, simply press the box back onto the car."
By now, countless nearby students had already gathered curiously.
Most wizarding children had heard about Muggle cars before.
Very few had actually seen one.
Especially not something this absurdly handsome.
"Prefect…"
One student stared wide-eyed.
"Are all Muggle cars this cool?"
Sean shook his head calmly.
"No."
Then he smiled slightly.
"This one is my own design."
"And part of my Muggle-world business."
Sean lightly touched the dark-green shell.
"I call it…"
"…Lamborghini."
The name alone sounded cool.
"Of course," Sean continued casually, "this version can't fly yet."
Then he glanced toward Malfoy meaningfully.
"But that won't be a problem forever."
"Right, Malfoy?"
As Sean spoke, the box expanded rapidly.
Moments later—
—a full-sized emerald-green sports car appeared directly inside the Slytherin common room.
The exaggerated curves.
The luxurious interior.
The predatory front design.
Every detail instantly struck directly into Malfoy's soul.
His eyes turned red with excitement.
"I've never received a gift this amazing before, Prefect!"
Several surrounding students practically drooled looking at it.
Then someone suddenly asked:
"Prefect…"
"If you sold this for Galleons…"
"…how much would it cost?"
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