Hogwarts: The Witch Education Handbook

(Since chapters cannot be inserted between these two chapters, it's best to read Chapter 51 together with Chapters 89 and 90!)

(Since chapters cannot be inserted between these two chapters, it's best to read Chapter 51 together with Chapters 89 and 90!)

Since Harry and Ron learned about Nicolas Flamel and the Philosopher's Stone, they have been paying extra attention to the matter.

No, to be more precise, it was just Ron.

He wanted to use the gold that the Philosopher's Stone could turn into to buy a Quidditch team.

Meanwhile, Harry was in the midst of tense preparations for his Quidditch match against Slytherin.

Sean, on the other hand, was carrying out his own plan.

He gradually improved the quality of the Duel Club, that is, he taught some more complex and profound spells to the talented fifth-year wizards, and then lowered the entry requirements for the Duel Club.

This made Tonks' task even more demanding.

Since Tonks had just graduated this year, she was only three years older than these fifth-year wizards. She was skilled enough to guide a few of them, but she was somewhat lacking in ability when it came to the more talented ones, especially those from Slytherin, a school with a strong academic foundation.

Some of the more critical young wizards had reservations about the young female teacher, believing that she was not qualified to be a teaching assistant at all.

Tonks overheard these words by chance.

As a result, she fell into deep self-doubt.

She appears carefree on the outside, but is extremely sensitive on the inside, and is also a very strong-willed person. These words were undoubtedly a heavy blow to her.

Those rumors were like sharp knives stabbing into her chest.

Every time she finished work and lay in bed, she would ask herself these questions.

Am I capable of fulfilling the responsibilities of a qualified teacher?

Am I capable of becoming an excellent Auror?

Can I...

She had thought about these questions before, but never before had they troubled her so intensely as recently.

This self-doubt made her somewhat absent-minded at work, and even caused her to make some minor mistakes, which made her more anxious and felt as if she was trapped in a vicious cycle.

However, Tonks is not one to give up easily.

She knew she couldn't let others' irresponsible comments define her, so she began to work even harder. Almost every day, besides preparing lessons and handling matters related to the Duel Club, she spent most of her time traveling between the library and the Duel Club's activity room.

Although her abilities grew slowly during this process, she could definitely feel the changes in herself, which helped her regain some confidence.

However, while pursuing great power, a new question arose in her mind.

What was her original intention in wanting to become an Auror?

Is it for the sake of peace and stability in the wizarding world?

Which contributes more to society: teaching and educating, or maintaining public order?

These questions were deeply buried in her heart, but unlike the previous questions, these unanswerable questions did not affect her normal life.

She remained the same, studying and training relentlessly every day, striving to improve her abilities to become a qualified professor, instead of being gossiped about by other junior wizards who said she got the teaching assistant position through "backdoor connections"...

......

In a dark and filthy tavern, the air thick with the mixed smells of smoke and alcohol, a man in a black robe sat in the most inconspicuous spot, his fingers gently stroking a rough earthenware wine cup.

The liquid in the glass gleamed with an amber luster under the dim light, releasing a strong malty aroma with each gesture of his hand.

He stood like a solitary statue, seemingly out of place amidst the surrounding clamor.

Suddenly, the tavern door creaked open, a gust of cold wind blew in, mixed with a bit of snow, and another man in black robes walked in.

After looking around, he chose a seat in the middle.

Upon seeing the man in black robes enter, the man sitting in the corner leaned forward slightly, focusing all his attention on the man in black robes who had just entered.

The man in the corner was naturally Sean.

He took a sip of butterbeer and smacked his lips.

It has to be said that this butterbeer was completely different from the one he had last time he came to Pighead Bar.

But none of that matters.

He came here today for only one purpose.

That means getting some resources from Lao Fu, or simply put, getting gold coins from Lao Fu.

As for the gold coins, they aren't real gold coins; Sean doesn't lack Galleons right now.

Sean pondered for a long time what Voldemort possessed that he coveted.

Are these relics of the four founders?

The Ravenclaw tiara and the Slytherin locket don't need Voldemort to provide their locations; they can find them themselves.

It was simply made into a Horcrux, which is why Sean hasn't taken any action.

As King Galleon just said, Sean has no shortage of things.

He didn't care for the other treasures.

After much thought, he realized that there was one thing about Voldemort that would be extremely helpful to Sean.

That is his own profound knowledge of dark magic.

To be more specific, it refers to the method of making Horcruxes.

Although Sean didn't think he would ever have to resort to Horcruxes to survive, having a way out was better than having none.

Just in case.

The book that records Horcruxes is called "The Secrets of Advanced Black Magic".

Since Dumbledore became the headmaster of Hogwarts, this book has been moved from the library to his office and is under his strict supervision.

Therefore, Sean never had any way to learn about Horcruxes.

It wasn't until Quirrell's appearance last time that Sean had another idea.

Why not just ask the person who successfully created the Horcrux?

The other party can provide both the production method and successful practical experience, which is more reliable than trying to figure it out by reading books on your own.

Moreover, as a top-tier figure in contemporary dark magic, Voldemort's understanding of dark magic, even just a tiny bit of it, would undoubtedly greatly enhance his power.

The only thing to worry about here is whether Voldemort might deliberately tell him something false to deceive him.

However, Sean wasn't worried about this. It was a free lunch anyway, so saying something was better than saying nothing. He could always verify it himself when he had the time and opportunity.

This is often the case in trading; sometimes you shouldn't look at what your own goal is, but rather what the other party has.

After determining his needs, Sean began to frequently look for Quirrell's signs in the castle after Christmas.

If he were to make any move to leave the castle, he would rush to the Pig's Head Bar to wait for him.

And here he is, waiting for him today.

To this end, he even used a spell to enhance his sense of smell, so that he could smell the faint garlic scent emanating from Quirrell from more than ten feet away.

However, before Quirrell arrived, his nose had been suffering terribly.