Hogwarts: The Witch Education Handbook

Sean never considered how he should stop poor Quirrell and Voldemort from stealing the Philosopher's Stone during his first year in office.

That's Dumbledore's business, not his.

If the sky falls, there's always someone tall enough to hold it up.

If... he meant if, Dumbledore really didn't want the Philosopher's Stone stolen, why didn't he string it into a necklace and wear it around his neck?

Presumably, there is no safer location in the world than this, not even Gringotts, the fairy kingdom.

In Sean's opinion, Dumbledore was just trying to toughen up Harry... so why should he get involved when he's not Harry?

In fact, if his current strength were to increase several times over, reaching 80% of Voldemort's level, he would be more than happy to help Quirrell obtain the Philosopher's Stone for Voldemort.

This might lead to Dumbledore stepping down earlier because of the loss of the Philosopher's Stone.

As for the promise to Bella.

He will absolutely comply.

Witnessing Voldemort being killed by "Little Boy" once again might have a significant impact on her mental well-being.

If such an event were to take place once or twice, his charming Bella would surely be completely at his feet.

He's a professional at disciplining disobedient witches.

Just give her a glimmer of hope, and then let her see that hope being crushed bit by bit...

That witch will become a walking corpse, a walking corpse that belongs only to him.

Thinking of this, Sean couldn't help but let out the laugh typical of villains.

Hehehe...

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Sunday.

It was a sunny day with a light breeze.

As the three little witches walked down the sloping grass towards a flat lawn opposite the entrance, the grass rippled gently beneath their feet.

Beyond the lawn lies the forbidden forest, where dark trees sway in the wind in the distance.

"Very punctual, ladies," Sean praised, placing three flying brooms in front of him.

If he remembered correctly, Thursday was the first day of flight lessons for the first-year students.

His good student, Hermione, was very nervous before class. Even while eating breakfast, she kept telling the other two children about some flight instructions she had read in a library book called "Quidditch in Wonderland".

Susan also had a flying lesson that day, and Cho Chang was the Seeker for the Ravenclaw Quidditch team.

So why didn't he teach the three little witches flying skills when they all had this need, since he had just ridden a flying broomstick across Europe a couple of days ago?

That's exactly the right medicine for the disease.

When Sean came up with this idea, he couldn't help but give himself a thumbs up for his own wisdom.

At the same time, he firmly believes that this is definitely not the effect of the wisdom potion he drank yesterday, but comes from his own inherent wisdom.

Just as Sean had envisioned, the three little witches had different expressions when they saw the flying broomstick.

Cho Chang was somewhat excited, Hermione was a little nervous, while Susan, who came from a wizarding family, seemed rather indifferent when she saw the flying broomstick.

"Everyone is standing next to a flying broom."

"Extend your right hand and place it above the broom handle," Sean continued. "Get up."

"Get up!" the three little witches shouted at the same time.

Cho Chang and Susan's brooms immediately jumped into her hands, while Hermione's broom just rolled on the ground and then remained motionless.

"Very good," Sean exclaimed.

"Miss Zhang Qiu, could you please fly a few circles in the sky first? I'll take a look at your movements and then give you some extra training on your flying skills tonight."

Zhang Qiu nodded, mounted his flying broom, and with a gentle push off the ground, soared into the air like a graceful swallow.

She gracefully tumbled through the air, her movements elegant and free.

Hermione looked up at her senior's smooth performance, feeling a little envious.

In her eyes, Zhang Qiu's movements were smooth and coordinated, every turn and every dive was just right, but now she couldn't even get the broom to her hands.

Thinking about this, she couldn't help but feel a little disheartened.

After a few laps, Zhang Qiu landed gracefully in front of Sean, her face beaming with confidence and satisfaction.

Sean clapped his hands and praised, "Very good, Miss Zhang Qiu. I have never seen a witch your age fly so smoothly. It is truly amazing."

When Zhang Qiu heard the professor's praise, her face turned red, not from shyness, but because she had been blown by the wind while flying in the sky.

"Miss Zhang Qiu, I would like to ask you to help me provide flight training to these two little witches."

After saying that, he turned his head and looked at Hermione and Susan.

Hermione stood to the side, her hands clasped tightly, looking somewhat uneasy; while Susan appeared calm, though a hint of curiosity lingered in her eyes.

Sean walked up to Hermione and gently comforted her, "Miss Granger, don't be nervous, relax. Every wizard is very nervous on their first flight, it's normal."

"But excessive tension can actually disrupt the connection between you and your flying broom. You need to believe in yourself, believe in your flying broom, relax, and experience the freedom and joy of flying."

Hermione listened to Sean's words, took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled, trying to calm her excited emotions.

She nodded, and after trying again, just as Professor Sean had said, the flying broom flew into her hand in an instant.

Next, Sean began to demonstrate the correct posture to the two little witches—how to ride a broom without slipping off their heads.

He was surprised to find that although Hermione's athletic talent was only average, her learning ability was extremely strong. She could replicate his movements perfectly, as if they were made from the same mold.

Susan's performance, however, was rather mediocre.

Within minutes, she slipped off the broom several times, so much so that Sean had to stand by and teach her step by step.

This made Susan so ashamed that she couldn't lift her head.

It wasn't until Sean lost count of how many times she had corrected Susan's gestures that Susan finally managed to steady herself and maintain her balance on the broom.

"Alright, when I whistle, you all push off the ground with your legs, push hard!" Sean said. "Hold your brooms steady, rise a few feet, then lean forward slightly and land vertically back on the ground. Listen to my whistle—three—two—"