Chapter 207 A Completely Different Life

After a day of classes, the students at Hogwarts all showed a certain degree of exhaustion. The academic pressure at Nurmengard is much greater than that at Hogwarts. Not only are the professors more demanding in class, but the courses are also more intensive.

Originally, Sean and the others had about two to three classes every day. If there were flying classes or astronomy classes, they would have up to four classes a day.

However, at Nurmengard, not only the hours of each class have been extended, but also the number of classes has increased. Four classes a day have become the norm - if there are flying classes, astronomy classes or unique practical training classes here, five classes a day. Six knots is also normal.

At the same time, the difficulty of the assignments assigned by professors has also increased, not only longer papers but also practical assignments.

Don’t think that you can stop doing the practical work if you can’t check it. The professor will carefully observe all your spell releases during the day’s class. If you don’t make progress in the next class, then I’m sorry, but more work is waiting for you. After-school homework.

Moreover, the Weasley brothers also went to inquire about it. In the past school year, some students had been repeated due to poor performance...

The word "repeat a grade" is almost synonymous with "shame" among the Nurmengardians who believe that strength is better than face.

In the common room after dinner, the students of Hogwarts found their own places to complete homework with their friends.

"Most of the picking points for Twin Hair Seaweed are located at the bottom of the lake with clear visibility. When picking, you must wear dragon skin gloves to prevent stings when the seaweed becomes entangled. At the same time, remember to bring food to obtain the consent of the seaweed guardian fishman. This magical Creatures use twin hair seaweed as nests to reproduce their offspring..." Sean muttered while asking Hermione next to him for confirmation, "right, Hermione?"

"That's right," Hermione wrote the paper quickly on the parchment with a quill pen without even raising her head. "However, I suggest that you include the companionship between the twin hair seaweed and the guardian murloc. The properties of magical animals are often related to the properties of medicinal materials - "Eudora Hickman Teaches You to Write Essays" mentions that writing this kind of relationship into your homework can effectively improve the professor's evaluation of you."

"Oh, I'll write it in too, just to increase the number of words..." Sean nodded.

In the potions class in the afternoon, the scary-looking Professor Macduff assigned a paper assignment about potion ingredients, which required a minimum of fifteen inches. Sean had already written ten inches, but Hermione beside him had already written seventeen inches. , and the handwriting is thin and dense.

Professor McDuff doesn't have a gloomy expression like Snape all day long, but he will always smile sinisterly from time to time after getting close to your crucible. Whenever this happens, the necklace hanging around his neck will Keep shaking, and the rabbit legs and human teeth on it will keep lingering in front of your eyes - looking just like the perverted killer in the movie.

Moreover, Professor Macdoff would even take a potion brewed by a certain student on the spot, and would say things like, "If I am poisoned to death, you will definitely come and bury me with me." The students were all frightened.

Even Sean felt that Snape was so normal and cute for the first time...

"Sean." A voice rang in his ear, and Harry came over without knowing when.

"Hey man, how are you feeling today?" Sean greeted.

"Oh, it's okay, at least I don't have to get points deducted in Potions." Harry shrugged, and then whispered, "Dude, have you done your Transfiguration homework? I'll give you the Potions homework. exchange!"

Sean showed the parchment in his hand: "Sorry, I wrote the Potions homework first. Well, I think I can finish the Transfiguration homework tomorrow night. If you still need it then, just come to me."

Harry, who was still a little regretful at first, suddenly became excited: "Hey, I knew it, Sean, you are my savior."

Hermione, who was still writing furiously, said quickly: "This is only the first day of classes, Harry, and if a professor from Nurmengard discovers that you copied your homework, the consequences may be even more serious than if Professor McGonagall found out - —Didn’t you read the school rules carefully? The confinement here is more than ten times stricter than Hogwarts.”

"I'm just learning from it. Don't the professors also advocate that we help each other privately? Sean is a genius at transfiguration." Harry spread his hands.

"Don't worry, Hermione, Harry's studies are pretty good, and he's not copying homework. However, the paper assigned by Professor Rosier this time is indeed a bit difficult." Sean explained.

He was telling the truth. This wasn't the first time Harry asked him to 'learn' homework from him, and the other party didn't just copy it. He needed Sean's ideas more often.

"The person who copied my history of magic homework for a year and a half is not qualified to say this." Hermione finally wrote the last period. She put the quill back into the ink bottle, then raised her head and pointed at Sean. He raised his eyebrows.

"Ahem, the weather is nice today." Sean laughed sarcastically.

He exchanged glances with Harry, who had a 'dude, I really have you' expression on his face, and then stood up.

"Is it time to take a shower, Harry?"

"Yes, yes!"

Looking at the two boys who changed the topic and walked away, Hermione shook her head helplessly.

"Is it my imagination? Why are your brother and Sean becoming more and more childish?" she said to the petite girl beside her.

Daisy blinked her eyes and said softly, "Maybe it's just plain laziness?"

Hermione choked for a moment, then raised her chin: "Daisy, what you said makes sense..."

"This has something to do with you too, Hermione," Daisy hit the nail on the head, "You always teach Sean a lesson, but after that you lend him your homework to copy."

Hermione's face flushed slightly, and she defended: "That's because... because the homework on the history of magic is not difficult. You only need to look up information. In Sean's words, it is all mechanical labor."

"Not only the history of magic, but you also lent me assignments from other subjects. Hermione, you don't know how to refuse Sean at all." Daisy looked like a little adult.

Hermione's face burned at what she said, and she angrily snatched a notebook in front of Daisy.

"You, the one who took all my first grade notes, how dare you talk to me like that?! They're confiscated!"

"I'm sorry! I was wrong!"

…

The next day, Sean still looked confused when he walked to the auditorium. Next to him, Daisy was holding Hermione's arm obediently. From time to time, she would take out some snacks from her arms, unwrap them and pass them over.

Although Daisy is usually a well-behaved and considerate character, today she was a bit flattering... I guess this girl made Hermione angry.

The girls settled matters among themselves, and Sean, who didn't ask any questions, led the way towards the auditorium.

As soon as he reached the door, a lean boy who was shorter than him stood in front of him.

Looking at the Nurmengard second grade uniform on the other party, Sean frowned.

"Classmate, what's the matter?" He quickly adjusted back, with a smile on his face.

"Shawn Wallop, do you want to try?" The boy raised his finger provocatively. Behind him was the vertical line in the middle of the door, which is what Nurmengard said as the dividing door.

I am still quite hated here... Sean rubbed his nose and thought helplessly.

He glanced at the other party and said casually: "Why?"

The boy didn't expect Sean to ask back. He paused and said immediately: "Don't you want to see who is stronger?"

"I don't know you, and besides, students at Hogwarts don't have to take the Gate test. We were sitting on the long table on the left." Sean had a strange expression on his face, asking, "Are you seriously ill?"

"Hmph, just say so if you're afraid." The boy snorted disdainfully.

"I said, can you please stop having an intracranial orgasm?" Sean looked at the other person with contempt, "There's no benefit if I win."

"That's proof of strength, do you understand?" The boy was anxious.

Sean cleared his throat: "I don't need this to prove myself, unless - for a little bonus."

"Lottery? What do you want?" The boy became wary.

He had long heard that Sean Wallop at Hogwarts was of extremely low quality and full of bad ideas!

"We are all students..." Sean trailed off. He looked at the other person and said casually, "Otherwise, just twenty galleons."

"Two...twenty?" The other party hesitated.

"Run out of pocket money? Forget it, please get out of the way. I have to eat breakfast." Sean waved his hand with an indifferent expression.

Twenty galleons is pocket money... The boy gasped.

Around the corner, Malfoy had just come over and saw this scene. He licked his lips and felt that the scene in front of him seemed familiar.

Moreover, why isn't it as natural as Sean's when he shows off with Galleons?

Malfoy clutched the money bag in his robe pocket with some annoyance, and then carefully watched Sean's every move.

Probably because there were a lot of onlookers, and the boy was usually pretty good, he finally gritted his teeth and agreed.

"But ten galleons," he said with an indifferent expression, "I bought too much for Christmas, and there isn't much left."

"Okay." Sean agreed readily.

The two stood in front of the dividing gate.

But before the boy could hold his breath and prepare, the vertical line in the middle tilted directly to his side without any stagnation.

How could it be... The boy was stunned on the spot.

"Ten galleons sincerely." Sean stretched out a hand.

The boy's heart was bleeding, but with so many people there, he didn't have the nerve to refuse. In the end, he took out his wallet and counted ten Galleons and handed it to Sean painfully.

Sean took it and handed it directly to the Weasley twins who were eating melon at the side.

"Bring me a batch next time you restock. Oh, by the way, bring more fireworks."

He was going to collect some prank props for him to play with.

"No problem!" Fred quickly took the galleons and winked at Sean, "It will be some time before the next restock, Sean, can we use this money to do some small business temporarily? Don’t worry, if we lose, we will repay your ten galleons with our own savings.”

The Weasley brothers still have excellent business acumen. Sean nodded generously and even counted twenty galleons: "Shall I buy a stock?"

"No problem! When the income is announced, I will definitely give you a big share." George smiled happily.

The two brothers had been thinking about this for a long time, but they were short of start-up funds. Unexpectedly, Sean made a bet with others and they received the first pot of gold.

The Nurmengard boy looked at this scene and felt that his heart was about to burst.

Sean Wallop! It's just like what others said, dirty, evil, and full of bad ideas! This rich bad guy...

Holding his shriveled wallet, he stiffly walked to the long table on the right.

Sean didn't care. He had already been prepared to be troubled by others. However, the ten Galleons ticket would hopefully make these people calm down a bit.

Moreover, after Grindelwald said those words to him, Sean had some thoughts.

Establishing an organization with himself as the core sounds quite tempting... Anyway, the principal has spoken, so he naturally has no other worries.

Of course, the truth that has remained unchanged throughout the ages is that if you want others to work for you, you must first show your strength.

In this morning's farce, Sean demonstrated his magic level and outstanding financial resources that overwhelmed his peers, and the ten galleons ticket could serve as a filter.

Today, let’s just use it as an introduction.

After breakfast, Sean and the others went to the northernmost classroom on the second floor. Today was a course on magic attack and defense. It was probably due to the influence of Tom Riddle last school year. The students at Hogwarts were very familiar with this. The course is slightly inconsistent.

However, Grindelwald never considered asking Lockhart to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts in Nurmengard - Professor McGonagall would teach separately from Rozier, and Lockhart would be in Nurmengard Castle every day. Hanging out.

Of course, thinking on the bright side, at least he can reply to his fans every day, right?

The new professor of Nurmengard's magic attack and defense is a young wizard named Nash Gulei. He has a strong build and looks like a weightlifter. However, the few scars on his face make him fierce. After his expression, he looked like the iron-blooded instructor often seen in movies.

This Professor Gulei is from the UK. I heard that he was a striker for the Ministry of Magic. Later, he joined the International Magical Joint Hunting Team and somehow became the new professor of Nurmengard.

In his class, the students of Hogwarts experienced for the first time what real dark magic was.

"Look at this exquisite little guy." A large iron cage was placed next to Gu Lei's podium, and inside were several magical creatures that looked like wood.

The swamp digger, which has finned claws and sharp teeth, slithers through the swamp, feeding on small animals and occasionally attacking the ankles of humans who wander into its habitat.

Sean frowned. The rating of this thing was xxx. It was quite difficult for a second-year student to deal with it.

Gulei knocked on the iron cage roughly, and only after the swamp diggers began to show their teeth and claws did he reveal a cruel smile.

"Today, we're going to learn about the blood loss curse - if anyone can make this little guy bleed to death before get out of class ends, twenty points will be added, ha."

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