Hogwarts: The Witch Education Handbook

Chapter 417 Reflect on Your Failures

Chapter 417 Reflect on Your Failures

"I can.

"Um?"

The girl bit her lip, her eyes flickering, and it was unclear what she was thinking.

After a moment, she took a deep breath, raised her head, and her expression suddenly softened.

Seeing the girl's expression, Sean realized something.

If his memory serves him correctly, the next thing the other person should be...

Sure enough, under Sean's rather strange gaze, the girl took a small step forward, her voice trembling slightly, yet the music conveyed a deliberate softness: "Professor... you see, we don't actually have to solve this problem this way."

Sean squinted, remaining motionless.

Normally, this situation would almost never happen in front of him, except when Daphne and Penelope were testing him.

That's pretty savvy...

This is Sean's assessment.

If every female student, when faced with such difficulties, chose to use this "unconventional" method to get his help, then to what extent would his willpower have to be strengthened?!

Seeing that Sean didn't react, the girl swallowed hard, raised her eyes, and tentatively took a step forward, her face a mixture of nervousness and feigned gentleness: "Professor... you're so powerful, you don't need to bother with us students, right? If..."

If you're willing to give me a chance, I can... make it up to you.

Sean watched the girl's actions with increasing satisfaction. The girl's voice grew softer as she unbuttoned one or two buttons at her collar, casually tousled her hair, and revealed a stiff smile: "Professor, you certainly don't want a helpless girl like me to suffer too much punishment, do you?"

Yes, yes.

Why should such a sensible girl be punished?

Sean answered in his mind.

even-

He already had fantasies.

Is this Durmstrang's teaching style?

In other words, he has just unlocked Durmstrang's teaching code.

To achieve the result, one abandons the process and resorts to any means necessary.

This also means...

If we apply the content of the game to reality, is Durmstrang the answer to the game's version?

The air fell silent for a few seconds.

Sean did not answer immediately, but just looked at her, his eyes showing neither joy nor sorrow.

After a moment, a slight smile played on his lips as he asked with a hint of amusement, "Oh?"

Thinking she had a glimmer of hope, the girl took another step forward. "Professor, I truly admire you. Your abilities fill me with awe..."

"I'm just a student, how could I possibly stand up to you? How about this...:" She deliberately slowed her speech, "We can... resolve this in another way, what do you think?"

Sean's smile widened, and he even looked down at his hands.

Perhaps under consideration.

"In another way?" Sean asked as he stepped forward, causing the girl to take a small step back, intimidated by his movements and presence.

But she quickly stood still, trying to appear less cowardly. However, Sean's next words made her freeze instantly.

"So," he said, "you want to use such... despicable means to get my designs? How interesting. I'd like to know who you've underestimated—me, or yourself, Miss Shakel?"

Sean also remembered the girl's name: Selena Shackleton.

If he remembered correctly, the other party belonged to the Shakel family, one of the twenty-eight sacred pure-blood families.

Is she Alois Shaker's sister?

Selena's face flushed crimson instantly, her eyes brimming with shame and indignation, but she still forced herself to say, "I...I just..."

'

"You just want to use your so-called 'advantage' to try and get me to let you go?" Sean interrupted her coldly, pointing to her ample white skin before she could explain. "Sorry, I don't recall setting any rules in this exercise that allowed you to pass the level this way."

To be honest, Selena's figure is impeccable: a tall and well-proportioned figure, long legs, and the aristocratic air she has acquired since childhood.

In addition, his size is disproportionate to his age and physique.

This made her stand out among her peers. "However—" Sean's voice rang out again, suddenly changing, "considering your sincerity, the other method you mentioned isn't entirely unacceptable."

As she finished speaking, Selena's originally pale face slowly regained its color.

Humiliation, anger, and a hint of smug satisfaction at her impending success were all swirling within her.

Sure enough, all these men are the same.

Facing Sean's scrutinizing gaze, she slowly took off her coat, revealing her fair skin on her shoulders to the cold air.

"You're right, I might have been too naive, but I also want to prove myself... not entirely a loser," Selena said softly as she pulled her clothes off her body closer to Sean. "Professor... please give me a chance... let me prove myself..."

Just as she was one step away from Sean, Selena suddenly raised her head, her wand, which had been hanging at her side, shot up and pointed at Sean's chest, accompanied by a low growl: "Expelliarmus!"

A beam of silver light shot out from the tip of the wand, heading straight for Sean.

Selena moved with lightning speed; she knew that this was the only way to turn the tide.

However, Sean, who had seen similar scripts before, was prepared for this.

In other words, he didn't see in Selena a chicken's sense of professional pride.

It was a mysterious and profound feeling.

"How childish." Sean sneered, making almost no movement, but simply waving his wand. An invisible barrier instantly rose in front of him, blocking the silver light and then reflecting it back.

Before Selena could react, she was struck by her own spell, which threw her over and made her fall heavily onto the snow.

She struggled to stand up, but a powerful sense of oppression instantly enveloped her, making it extremely difficult for her to even lift her head.

Sean slowly approached, looking down at her, his tone icy: "You think I wouldn't see through your little tricks? Selena Shackler, your confidence is absurd."

Selena gritted her teeth, enduring the physical pain, her face barely concealing her shame and indignation.

She struggled to say, "You—you don't understand! This is just a strategy!"

"Strategy?" Sean chuckled. "If this is your strategy, then your defeat was already inevitable. How can you control the battle if you can't even control your own strengths?"

He crouched down, his gaze level with Selena's, his voice chilling enough to make teeth tremble: "I told you, these tricks are pointless against a true powerhouse. I was going to give you a chance to learn something, but it seems you'd rather waste it this foolishly."

Selena opened her mouth, but couldn't say anything.

She knew she had lost completely, not only in terms of strength, but also psychologically, she had been utterly defeated by Sean.

"Get up." Sean stood up, looking at her coldly. "Go back to the other eliminated contestants and reflect on your failure."

The pronunciation of the word "反省" (reflection) was emphasized.

At the edge of the distant forest, Krum and two other companions were hiding behind dense bushes, waiting for Selena to lure Sean into an ambush.