Hogwarts: The Witch Education Handbook

the next day.

News of Professor Sean's miraculous rescue of the young wizard from the troll spread like wildfire, causing chaos in his classroom as many young wizards became curious about the details of Professor Sean's actions in the battle.

"Professor, how did you defeat the troll?"

"Professor, are trolls really as dangerous as the rumors say?"

"Professor, I want to learn this!" It was the same chubby boy from last time, his cheeks flushed red, and he almost raised his hand to the ceiling.

"I'll say it again, be quiet!"

Sean, unusually, patted the desk on the podium. "Class representative, now collect everything on the desk that is not related to the lesson."

He was referring to the novels and newspapers about him.

This morning, the Daily Prophet once again featured his photo on the front page, and the trend of "getting Professor Sean to sign books" has revived. Young wizards who don't own his novels are even getting him to sign his name in all sorts of strange places.

Not limited to textbooks, brooms, wizard robes... and some daring witches even made him sign their bras before graduation.

That touch of snow white...

Sean quickly banished the erotic scene from his mind.

He's a very respectable person.

"The homework for this class is to write an essay titled 'What should I do when faced with a troll?' with a vocabulary of at least 1000 words." Ignoring the groans of the young wizards below, Sean continued to explain the essay requirements: "Choose a suitable angle, determine your theme, and specify the genre."

"The most important point is that you can't plagiarize."

As Sean spoke, he gave the young wizards below the stage a stern look, then grabbed a book and strode out.

Just seconds after Sean walked out, the classroom erupted in uproar.

This was the first time the young wizards had seen Sean angry.

"Professor Sean, were you angry just now?"

"His angry expression is a bit like Snape's; for a moment, I thought I was in Potions class..."

Meanwhile, our enthusiastic Professor Sean has now appeared at the door of Dumbledore's office.

The first thing Professor Sean did when he entered Dumbledore's office was to look at Dumbledore's desk.

He wanted to see if the three professors present at the time would actually write a self-criticism and submit it to Dumbledore, as he had said.

However, he was soon disappointed.

On Dumbledore's table, besides the mooncakes he had brought last time, there were only a few books.

"You've come, Phillips."

Sean looked up and saw Dumbledore smiling and talking to him, while standing beside him were the heads of the four houses—Professor McGonagall, Professor Snape, Professor Sprout, and Professor Flitwick.

Sean nodded silently, without saying a word, and stood next to Professor Sprout.

Once everyone was present, Dumbledore began, "Professors, I have called you here because of what happened yesterday."

"Yesterday, a giant appeared in Hogwarts Castle. If Professor Sean hadn't arrived in time, it could have caused very serious consequences."

"Therefore, I urge all professors to strengthen the management of school safety during this period, and to report to me promptly if any problems arise."

"..."

Throughout Dumbledore's speech, Professor McGonagall kept glancing at Sean beside her, seemingly unintentionally.

This was the first time she truly doubted herself, wondering if she was getting old.

If her first meeting with Sean before the start of the semester briefly sparked this idea, Sean's words yesterday completely planted it as a seed in her heart.

Has she been living a comfortable life for too long...?

But that incident happened only eleven years ago.

If yesterday's Sean was a lush, thriving sapling, she herself was more like a withered tree nearing its end, the marks of time deeply etched upon her, her branches and leaves fading, her vitality waning.

Sean's vigor and energy were like a mirror, reflecting the aging and lethargy within her.

But she clearly...

These tangled thoughts churned in her mind, and she barely heard Dumbledore speak, only catching the last sentence, "The other professors can go back to their classes. Professor Sean, please stay behind."

Afterwards, looking distraught, she walked out of the office with several of her old colleagues.

The office, now occupied only by Dumbledore and Sean, was unusually quiet.

Dumbledore broke the silence first, "Phillips, please have a seat."

As he spoke, he conjured a chair in front of Sean.

Sean didn't stand on ceremony at all and plopped down on the seat.

"Would you like something to drink, honey lemon black tea, perhaps?"

Sean nodded, and a steaming cup of black tea appeared out of thin air in front of him. But Sean didn't take it. Instead, he took a deep breath and said, "Professor Dumbledore."

"I want to start a dueling club."

"Oh?" Dumbledore showed great interest upon hearing Sean's words. "Tell me more about it."

"In fact, a large part of the people at Hogwarts right now, including some professors, are immersed in a false sense of peace and tranquility."

"Take yesterday's events as an example. Although I wasn't in the Great Hall, I still heard about the chaos there. Students from all grades were thrown into disarray after hearing about the trolls. If it hadn't been a troll that entered Hogwarts Castle yesterday, but..." He trailed off, a strange glint in his eyes, "...you know, he's only been gone for eleven years..."

"I believe we must be prepared to deal with any potential crisis... just like yesterday."

"The theoretical knowledge we learn in class cannot replace this; it should be combined with practice, and opening a dueling club is a good choice." Sean paused, giving Dumbledore time to think, and then continued, "The dueling club can not only improve students' combat skills, but also cultivate their teamwork and ability to deal with emergencies."

Dumbledore crossed his hands on the table, smiled slightly, and nodded. "Indeed, it is essential to remain vigilant and prepared at all times. So, what exactly do you intend to do?"

Sean pulled a detailed plan from his pocket and handed it to Dumbledore: "I've drawn up detailed rules and activity schedules. We'll have dueling training every week at specific times and places, and I'll personally instruct them. I'll also invite some experienced professors or alumni to share their experiences."

Dumbledore flipped through the proposal, nodding occasionally. "This idea is very creative and necessary. I believe it will be of great help to the students of Hogwarts."

Upon hearing this, a hint of joy flashed in Sean's eyes: "So, you agree?"

Dumbledore put down the plan, looked at Sean's expectant eyes, and smiled, saying, "Of course, I fully support you. However, I hope you can guarantee the safety and order of the event, as we don't want to see any accidents happen."

"Of course, Professor," Sean said firmly. "I will ensure the safety of every student and make this a meaningful tradition at Hogwarts."

Dumbledore stood up, walked to the window, looked at the scenery outside, and said slowly, "Very good, Phillips, I believe you can do it."

"I need a teaching assistant to help me."

"Who?"

"Nifadora Tonks".