bacchusnovels Chapter 419 Training Krum
Chapter 419 Training Krum
Chapter 419 Training Krum
Sean was not surprised to see Krum appear in front of him.
However, when he heard the other party's request, even he, who was usually very knowledgeable, was stunned.
For a fleeting moment, he even wondered if there was something wrong with his ears.
"What did you just say?" Sean raised an eyebrow, picked up the teacup again, and gently wiped away the tea that had been accidentally spilled with a cleansing spell, his movements still elegant and composed.
Krum blushed slightly upon hearing Sean's question, and his gaze began to wander around.
He wanted to speak, but seemed to be stuck, and after several seconds he managed to squeeze out a few words: "I... I mean..."
Sean narrowed his eyes slightly: "What did you say? Be clearer."
Krum gritted his teeth and finally mustered the courage to speak, but he didn't dare to look Sean in the eye. His voice was even lower than before: "I... I want to become handsome."
"Hmm?" Sean looked at him with a half-smile. "Become more handsome?"
To be honest, after the special mission came out, Sean thought a lot about Krum's troubles.
For example, they might be worried about their performance in this Quidditch World Cup.
Will he be able to lead Bulgaria to victory in this Quidditch World Cup?
For example, they worry about whether they can win the championship in the three-way battle.
For example, worrying about one's current abilities...
However, Fangfang did not expect this.
Krum's troubles are so absurd. But then again, no matter how famous Krum is now,
But he is still a fifteen-year-old boy wizard.
We've all been through that age, so we understand some of these thoughts perfectly well.
Thinking about it that way, it makes some sense.
"Yes!" Krum blurted out in one breath, as if afraid he would lose his courage if he delayed any longer. "I want to become... listen, as elegant and classy as you... as handsome! You know, the kind of person who makes people think at first glance..."
She has a strong presence and is very attractive.
As soon as the words left his mouth, Krum's face flushed red. He scratched the back of his head, looking both nervous and flustered: "I...I know it sounds strange, but it's just..."
Sean's expression gradually changed from a slight stunned look to a strange smile.
He put down his teacup, leaned forward slightly, and looked directly at Krum with a hint of mockery: "So, you came all this way to see me late at night just to...have me teach you how to become handsome?"
Krum felt even more uneasy under the gaze; he could almost feel his ears burning, but he still nodded. "Yes...yes, Professor. Because I think that someone as composed and confident as you, and...and so attractive, is not just a matter of appearance, but also a kind of..."
"Charm?" Sean took the question very naturally, without any embarrassment.
Being so handsome, isn't it natural to be praised?
Besides, Krum's praise was so sincere and earnest, there was no trace of lying.
Is there anything wrong with it?
Krum... has found his way.
Krum pursed his lips and nodded, "Yes, it's about charisma. Could you... teach me?"
Sean couldn't help but laugh out loud, but there was no malice in his laughter; rather, it was more of an undisguised pleasure and a strange feeling.
He shook his head slightly, his tone playful: "Krum, you are the bravest student I've ever met—at least when it comes to asking questions."
Sean said this from the bottom of his heart.
He's so handsome that he's graced the front page and cover of The Wizarding Weekly so many times.
All the witches praised his handsomeness, while all the wizards were jealous of it.
But not a single wizard came to ask him.
Why is he so handsome?
What's the secret to becoming handsome?
Or what cosmetics did you use?
Krum is the first person in the last decade to achieve this.
Krum lowered his head in embarrassment, but still forced himself to say, "Professor, I'm serious!"
Sean watched his flushed face, then slowly leaned back in his chair, his fingers lightly tapping the rim of his teacup, seemingly deep in thought. After a moment, he spoke: "The secret to becoming handsome isn't simply relying on magic or looks. It's—"
He paused, his gaze full of meaning: "Confidence, composure, and sufficient wisdom and strength. Being cool is about your own control over the world, not how others perceive you."
Krum was stunned; he hadn't expected Sean to answer so seriously.
"Of course," Sean smiled slightly, with a hint of teasing, "it also requires a bit of natural talent—like me, for example."
Krum's expression was a mix of amusement and exasperation, but he nodded vigorously, a hint of seriousness in his eyes: "I understand, Professor! I will try my best to be more confident and composed."
Sean shook his head, saying with considerable regret, "This isn't something that can be changed overnight, Krum. Your situation, well, definitely requires more effort and adjustment. In other words, it's a special kind of 'training'."
Upon hearing the word "discipline," Krum involuntarily straightened his back, a look of bewilderment and nervousness on his face. He hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Professor, do you mean there are specific methods?"
Sean's lips curled slightly as he picked up his teacup, took a small sip, then set it down, looking into Krum's eyes and saying, "Of course there's a way."
But this isn't something that can be solved simply by fixing your hair or changing your clothes. More importantly, it's about cultivating an aura—a power and charm that radiates from within. You're about to participate in the Quidditch World Cup, right? I bet you not only want to win the game, but you also want to be the center of attention, right?
Krum scratched his head somewhat awkwardly, but nodded nonetheless: "Yes, Professor. I—I hope I can not only win the game, but also get more people to notice me."
Sean chuckled, teasing Krum: "Very good, there's nothing shameful about that kind of ambition. But to achieve this, you have to change more than just your appearance; you also need to change your mindset. For example, when standing in front of the camera, don't let yourself look like a sleepy groundhog—stand tall and learn to express confidence with your eyes. Your expressions and movements have to make others feel that you're not just a player on the field, but an undeniable presence."
"Also," Sean stood up and walked around to Krum, gently patting him on the shoulder, "posture is important. Now try to stand up straight."
Don't slump your shoulders. Look further ahead, as if you're looking at a distant goal of victory, not the floor in front of you.
Krum adjusted his posture as instructed, looking somewhat awkward.
His shoulders were slightly stiff, and the tension and stiffness on his face made people shake their heads.
Sean shook his head and chuckled. "You're still a long way off, Krum. This isn't about pretending; it's about getting your body used to this state. Make it a part of you, understand?"
Krum took a deep breath, straightened his back again, and tried to relax.
After a moment, he asked in a somewhat dejected voice, "Professor, what if I can't do it?"
"Can't do it?" Sean raised an eyebrow, a smile of interest on his face. "Krum, why do you think you're able to become Durmstrang's top student? Why are you able to stand on the Quidditch World Cup stage? If you can't even do something this simple, how can you expect to convince people in the face of real challenges?"
Krum's face flushed instantly, but this time it wasn't out of shyness, but rather a renewed fighting spirit. He nodded, gritting his teeth, and said, "Professor, I will try my best! No matter how much time and effort it takes, I will not give up."
Sean smiled with satisfaction and said gently, "Very good, Krum. That's more like a true champion's mentality. Starting tomorrow, every morning before training, spend half an hour practicing your posture and footwork, then practice your gaze and expression in front of the mirror. Remember, outward confidence can be faked, but over time, it will become a part of you."
Krum nodded vigorously: "Yes, Professor!"
Sean turned and sat down again, picked up his teacup, and said jokingly, "Oh, and one more thing, don't forget to get a more suitable broom. That kind of 'cool' equipment is the icing on the cake, you know?"
"If you don't know how to make your broom more stylish, you can leave it to me."
"I heard from Principal Kakarov that you will be going to Bulgaria in two days for pre-World Cup training. You can come to me every night for the next two days, and I will give you a few etiquette lessons."
Krum paused for a moment upon hearing Sean's words, then a look of surprise and gratitude appeared on his face. He straightened his back, his tone filled with excitement: "Really? Professor? You'd like to teach me?"
Sean took a sip of tea and nodded. "Of course. However, I have one condition—since you chose to come to me..."
You have to take these classes seriously and not try to just get by. Understand?
Krum nodded vigorously, "Yes, Professor! I will do my best!"
Sean put down his teacup and said, "Very good. Then starting tomorrow, you have to be on time. Don't make me wait—my time is much more valuable than yours."
Krum immediately stood up straight, his expression as serious as if he were receiving military training orders: "I promise, Professor, I will be there on time every night!"
"Well, as for your broom—" Sean thought for a moment, "remember one thing, a cool appearance is only one aspect; more importantly, it's how you wield it. No matter how good the broom is, if the user isn't skilled enough, it's just a pretty face."
Sean was worried that Krum would show off and neglect his Quidditch skills, which were his livelihood.
Then he would become a sinner.
This is something Sean doesn't want to see.
Krum nodded immediately: "Professor, I understand. I will definitely write all of this down."
Sean stood up, walked over to Krum, and patted him on the shoulder: "Very good. Well then, Krum, remember, these two days are your best chance to improve yourself. Don't waste it."
Krum felt a subtle pressure from the hand on his shoulder. He took a deep breath and said earnestly, "I won't let you down, Professor!"
"That's good." Sean smiled slightly, then turned and walked back to his desk, picking up his teacup again. "Alright, Krum, you can go back and rest now. See you tomorrow night."
"Yes, Professor!"
Krum nodded and saluted before turning and leaving the office.
As he stepped out the door, he clenched his fists, his eyes filled with anticipation and fighting spirit.
He can definitely do it.