Hogwarts: The Witch Education Handbook

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Can Dumbledore, who allowed Voldemort into Hogwarts, nearly killed young wizards, and posed a major security threat to the school, really continue to serve as the headmaster of Hogwarts?

Yes, Sean has already started labeling Dumbledore, no, Comrade Dumbledore.

If the outside world knew, it wouldn't be impossible for him to take over as headmaster of Hogwarts ahead of schedule.

Of course, all of the above is merely Sean's own wishful thinking.

All of this is predicated on the assumption that Voldemort is still alive.

Sean is probably more concerned about his safety than Voldemort himself is.

If Voldemort dies here, then all his plans will have been in vain.

Of Voldemort's Horcruxes, it's still unknown when the other Voldemort souls will be awakened. Apart from the Voldemort in front of him now, the only one with some consciousness is "Voldemort: The Younger Version" locked in Ginny's diary.

If this adult version of Voldemort were destroyed here, the other Voldemors within the Horcruxes wouldn't even have a chance to emerge before Dumbledore, who had been plotting this all along, would destroy them. (That's exactly what he did in the books.)

Therefore, Voldemort's return will be indefinitely postponed, and the day when Shaun becomes the headmaster of Hogwarts will be a long way off.

Sean absolutely will not allow this to happen.

Furthermore, if Voldemort escaped, it would be Dumbledore's dereliction of duty, but if Voldemort were left here forever, Sean couldn't even imagine what might happen—the scene he had been fantasizing about all along:

At the hearing.

"Dumbledore, how dare you let Voldemort into Hogwarts!" Sean demanded sternly.

Dumbledore adjusted his glasses, spread his hands, and said with a hint of helplessness, "I did it to completely destroy Voldemort."

"You have posed a significant safety hazard to the school!"

"I did this to completely destroy Voldemort."

"You almost..."

"I did this to completely destroy Voldemort."

"..."

Sean simply couldn't imagine this scene happening. Even if Dumbledore wouldn't speak to him in that tone, even if it was just his imagination, he wanted to nip this one in a billion possibility in the bud.

He shook his head, dispelling the strange thoughts in his mind, gripped his wand tightly in his right hand, and stared intently at Quirrell and Harry, who were pulling at each other.

Even if the King of Hell himself came today, you, Voldemort, wouldn't die.

He said it, Sean Phillips!

Merlin above, the reason why Sean refers to the King of Hell as the God of Death instead of the Grim Reaper is absolutely not because the Grim Reaper might actually exist in the Harry Potter world, absolutely not.

Meanwhile, the after-class Q&A session of Harry's Little Classroom was also drawing to a close.

"How touching..." Voldemort said in a hoarse voice, his voice filled with deep emotion. "I have always admired courage... Yes, child, your parents were very brave back then... I tried to kill your father first, but he fought me bravely to the death... Your mother didn't have to die... She risked her life to protect you... Now, give me the Philosopher's Stone, don't let your mother die for you in vain."

"Absolutely not!" Harry refused firmly.

He suddenly charged towards the door engulfed in black flames, and Voldemort roared, "Stop him!"

Immediately afterward, Harry felt Quirrell's strong hand grip his wrist tightly. In that instant, the scar on his forehead felt as if it were being ripped apart; his head felt as if it were being torn in two, causing him excruciating pain; he couldn't help but cry out in pain and struggle desperately.

Then, to his astonishment, Quirrell's hand suddenly loosened, and the pain in his forehead subsided.

Harry looked around for Quirrell, only to find him hunched over, his face contorted in pain, staring intently at his fingers—he was horrified to see painful blisters forming on them.

Sean felt like his robes were about to be torn apart by the little witch beside him.

Now is not the time.

"Grab him! Grab him now!" Voldemort screamed again.

Quirrell lunged at Harry, knocking him to the ground, straddling him, and gripping his neck tightly with both hands.

Harry's scar throbbed with intense pain once more, and his vision went black, but he could still hear Quirrell's agonizing cries.

"Master, I can't hold him—my hand, my hand hurts so much!"

Although Quirrell was still holding Harry down with his knee, he had released his grip on Harry's neck. He stared at his hands, which looked as if they were being burned, with a look of utter confusion on his face. Harry could clearly see that they were as red as if they had been branded with a flame.

"Then just kill him, you idiot, stop hesitating!" Voldemort roared, his voice sharp and piercing.

Quirrell raised his hand, preparing to cast the fatal incantation...

This is the time!

"Disarm you!"

A dazzling red beam shot out from the tip of Sean's wand, heading straight for Quirrell.

The light was incredibly fast, like a bolt of lightning ripped through the dark sky.

Quirrell stared wide-eyed in horror as the beam of light flew toward him. He tried to dodge, but it was too late.

"Ah!" Quirrell screamed as his wand was struck by the red light, flying out of his hand and landing far on the ground.

Without his wand, Quirrell was like a tiger with its teeth pulled out, instantly losing his threat.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Harry shoved Quirrell aside and stood up from the ground.

"Professor Sean, Hermione!" he exclaimed excitedly.

Professor Sean held his wand calmly, while Hermione looked at Harry with concern, making sure he wasn't hurt.

"Are you alright, Harry?" Hermione asked anxiously.

"I'm fine, thanks to you all!" Harry said gratefully.

In fact, the scar on his head is now incredibly painful.

"It's...you?!" Voldemort seemed to have discovered something from Sean's magic just now and couldn't help but speak up.

His poor subordinate, Quirrell, was already terrified by Sean's sudden appearance and was now trembling with fear. (This was related to his cowardice since returning from Albania and the fact that Sean had knocked his wand away.)

He stared wide-eyed at Sean in terror, as if he were looking at a demon.

Upon hearing Voldemort's words, he seemed to have found his anchor, repeatedly calling out, "Master, what should we do now, Master, Master..."

A series of words that sounded like a death knell fueled Voldemort's already agitated anger even more.

"Shut up!" Voldemort roared, his voice echoing across the empty space. "You useless piece of trash, all you do in a pinch is yell!"

When Voldemort uttered the words "It's you?", Sean had a bad feeling.

He dared not let Voldemort continue speaking, so he quickly shut Voldemort's mouth.

"It is I, Sean Phillips," Sean replied coldly. "Voldemort, your ambition and cruelty have reached their end."

"Today is your last day..."