novelcrest Chapter 418 He didn't even use his full strength.
Chapter 418 He didn't even use his full strength.
Chapter 418 He didn't even use his full strength.
Two hours later, the chase ended in an extremely hasty manner.
The Durmstrang students, led by Krum, stood dejectedly on the snow, their expressions complex.
They hadn't expected that their painstaking efforts in hiding and fighting back would not pose any of the obstacles Sean should have faced.
"Too powerful..." Krum murmured, his wand trembling slightly.
He looked around at his companions and found that everyone looked frustrated.
In those two hours, they used almost every tactical means available.
From feigning weakness to deliberately creating openings, from luring to encircling and attacking, Sean always seemed to be toying with a group of children, easily breaking through their schemes.
Their so-called "siege" was more like a series of foolish attempts to send their own people to their deaths.
Recalling the final scene, Krum's fingers tightened.
When they finally joined forces and set up a complex ambush in the forest, Sean had already seen through their intentions.
Not only did he not rashly step into the trap, but he also quietly resolved all the threats in a way that none of them noticed.
Until the very last moment, their revival completely collapsed—all because of a single, simple action by Sean.
"He wasn't even using his full strength," Selena said bitterly, standing next to Krum. "We...we didn't even have the right to force him to take it seriously."
"Enough," Krum said, closing his eyes. "We've really lost. There's nothing more to say this time."
Sean's figure slowly walked from the edge of the snowfield, his clothes without even a wrinkle, a stark contrast to the wretched students.
"These are Durmstrang's elite students?" He stopped in front of them, his tone neither sarcastic nor indifferent. "They couldn't even last two hours, and they're already this dejected?"
Krum took a deep breath, looked up and stared directly at Sean. "Professor, you won, but this exercise was not fair—your strength far surpasses ours, and this was never an equal duel."
Sean raised an eyebrow slightly, his gaze sweeping over them indifferently: "Unfair? Are you saying I shouldn't have used my full strength to cooperate with your little tricks? Or are you saying that in a real battle, the opponent would hold back because they felt it was unfair? Not even one of you noticed that you were marked with a spell the moment I walked into the classroom."
Krum was speechless, and the stubbornness on his face was gradually replaced by resentment. Sean gently shook his head. "I know you are not convinced, but reality will never change because of your emotions. The purpose of this exercise is not for you to win, but to make you understand that a real opponent will not leave you any room to breathe."
He paused for a moment, then said, "Instead of complaining about unfairness, we should reflect on why our efforts have become meaningless."
The students in the snow lowered their heads, none daring to meet Sean's gaze. "However—" Sean's tone suddenly changed, "Even though you lost, I still saw some bright spots in you. Krum, your plan was indeed much better than the others. It's just a pity that you underestimated your opponent's intelligence."
Krum paused for a moment, then looked up at Sean.
The latter didn't say anything more, but turned and left, leaving a few last words echoing in the air:
"True strength lies not only in physical power, but also in the ability to find a path to progress in the face of failure."
"I hope you can give me an even more anticipated performance next time."
"If you have any problems during training, you can come to me anytime."
The students remained motionless in the snow for a long time.
The subsequent training was overseen by Lupin and Sirius.
Being a professor was a completely new experience for Sirius.
However, in terms of skill—having studied in Azkaban—Lupin could not easily defeat him.
Not to mention dealing with this group of immature children.
If Durmstrang's students are misunderstood by the outside world as "Death Eaters" or "dark wizards" in preparation, then...
Therefore, Sirius Black, with his more than ten years of training in Azkaban and his long-standing reputation as a "veteran Death Eater," can certainly be considered their senior.
Simply by revealing his aura, he made the group of little guys feel as if they were facing a formidable enemy.
While Lupin and Sirius were working hard, Sean was slacking off.
However, while he was slacking off, it seemed that... Peter Pettigrew had sent him some incredible news.
Is Voldemort about to be resurrected?
If it were just three days from now, he would definitely take Riddle on a tour.
How could he possibly miss such a memorable moment?
He also wanted to see Voldemort's expression after discovering the ritual had failed.
He meant that the enemy's blood had been replaced by his blood instead of Harry's.
night.
Durmstrang, Auditorium.
As night fell, the fierce wind outside whipped snowflakes against the heavy stone walls.
The long wooden dining table was laden with a sumptuous feast. Thick slices of roasted meat glistened with oil and emitted an enticing aroma. A whole roasted leg of lamb sat on a silver tray, next to potatoes, carrots, and green beans marinated in spices.
There was also steaming hot soup poured into each person's bottomless metal cup, topped with a layer of cream sprinkled with parsley.
The students, dressed in thick robes, sat in small groups around the table.
Some boys were loudly sharing anecdotes from the day's exercises, tearing apart pieces of bread, dipping them in thick soup, and swallowing them; meanwhile, several girls were talking quietly, picking up a piece of crispy roasted meat, chewing slowly, and exchanging glances.
Occasionally, it would let out a soft laugh.
The atmosphere was somewhat somber near the center of the hall, where the editors were located.
Some students, looking tired, lowered their heads to eat, their eyes drifting to the food on the table, seemingly thinking about something unpleasant.
Clearly, some people were still not fully recovered from the afternoon's drills.
Near the end of the long table, a student downed a cup of hot soup in one gulp, casually wiped his mouth with his sleeve, and then picked up a steaming sausage.
His actions drew snickers and teasing from those around him: "Watch out, you've finished the soup, are you still thinking of leaving some for others?"
"Drink what you can first, don't waste it." He snorted and continued to eat heartily.
"You can eat so much, no wonder you couldn't run during the exercise," a student next to him teased, eliciting laughter.
"Even the one who can run still loses." He rolled his eyes and mumbled a retort.
Sitting behind him were Krum and his small team.
Krum did not join in the playful atmosphere.
He looked down at the food on his plate, poking at the roast meat with his fork, but barely touching it.
The other team members remained silent, their minds still preoccupied with the events of the afternoon.
"Krum," a deep voice broke the silence, and Selena, sitting to his right, asked with a frown, "are we just going to give up like this? That wretched Phillips—he didn't take us seriously at all."
For some reason, her cheeks suddenly turned quite rosy.
Krum glanced at her but didn't answer immediately.
After a moment, he put down his fork and said in a low voice, "We've lost completely. Whether he was serious or not, we had no chance."
"So what?" Selena gritted her teeth, her voice filled with resentment. "Are we just going to let it go like this? He gave us a chance to learn, to challenge him, but we didn't even have the chance to force him to reveal his true strength. This isn't just a failure, it's a humiliation!"
"That's enough," Krum said softly, his tone not harsh, but it silenced Selena.
He rested his chin on his hand, his gaze fixed on the huge window outside the hall.
Outside the window was an endless night, with sparse starlight and a still fierce cold wind.
"And what about you?" a boy sitting to his left asked tentatively, "Don't you feel resentful? The defeat this afternoon..."
Can you truly accept this calmly?
Krum didn't answer immediately. He moved his chair back a little, leaned back, and slowly scanned the entire auditorium with his gaze.
He did feel resentful.
He was Victor Krum, who has long been considered one of Durmstrang's most outstanding students of the century.
He was talented, courageous, and had more practical experience than his peers, but all of that seemed meaningless in front of Sean.
It was a profound sense of defeat, stemming not only from the gap in strength but also from the other party's attitude—all their efforts over the years were utterly insignificant in his eyes.
Simply put: They did not receive the respect they deserved.
Moreover, he has another problem...
"Perhaps," Krum said softly, as if speaking to himself, or perhaps answering someone beside him, "perhaps I should talk to Professor Phillips."
"Talk to him?" Selena asked, "Are you serious? We just lost to him; wouldn't it be humiliating to go see him now?"
Krum didn't say anything more and turned to leave his seat.