The students I dealt with also participated in the summer camp.”

"We did actual combat training, and..." Natasha paused, "and Professor Wallop said that it is necessary for us to see a more real world."

Professor McGonagall felt a little pain in her head.

She knew that Sean was ruthless when facing enemies. She had seen Sean kill a bunch of people with her own eyes. Of course, those people should be killed too.

However, when this guy reported to me before, didn’t he say that the summer camp was just another outdoor course?

It’s just a bunch of kids…

"Professor McGonagall, long time no see. You look good."

A familiar voice sounded, and she turned her head to see Sean's smiling face.

She was immediately furious.

Pulling Sean aside, Professor McGonagall frowned: "Mr. Wallop, did you kill someone in front of them?"

Sean admitted readily.

"How could you... They are still children, the oldest group, and they are only in fourth grade this school year!"

Sean shrugged innocently: "Professor, I have been dealing with the Returned since I was in fourth grade."

Professor McGonagall paused, then looked at him angrily: "You have enough strength!"

Sean looked serious and his tone became more serious: "However, when the enemy attacks, they will not adjust the power of their spells according to the strength of the target - could it be said that when they see just a junior student in front of them, the enemy

Will you put down the sharp blade?"

"Professor, you know very well that the peace we have now is only temporary - whether it is me, you, or these children, we will all have to face a more serious situation sooner or later."

Professor McGonagall fell silent, knowing that what Sean said was true.

However, there is still a last bit of educator's emotion struggling: "But they are too young..."

"Weak people are often easier to prey on. I would rather let them mature quickly than let them not even have a chance to mature in the future."

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Alas..." Professor McGonagall finally sighed deeply.

She was convinced.

Sean smiled again: "Okay, professor, I have a suggestion - didn't there be some duel training at the end of last semester?"

"Yes, those top students you taught are indeed outstanding. Alas, sometimes I doubt myself, how come there are fifth and sixth grade students who can't even cast an Iron Armor Curse..." Professor McGonagall's expression was not very good.

nice.

"My suggestion is, let the duel continue -" Sean smiled a little evilly.

"The duel lessons can indeed continue, huh? What's your expression..."

"Ha, Professor, I mean..."

Professor McGonagall's eyes widened: "You want to conduct practical training at the opening ceremony?! Are you crazy?"

Sean spread his hands: "I don't think there's anything wrong with it. It just so happens that the freshmen are entering, so that they can experience a more realistic wizard duel, and then... it's a reminder to the upperclassmen who don't work hard enough."

"Of course, it just so happens to prove to you the strength of this group of students I brought out."

Professor McGonagall fell into hesitation. Her rationality told herself that she must be crazy to take out her wand and fight at the opening ceremony.

However, the Head of Gryffindor was a little ready to make a move.

What she knows better is that under the traditional education method of Hogwarts, there are too many students with low abilities...

How about letting those guys who don’t usually work hard have a look?

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"...Welcome to Hogwarts."

Applause broke out in the auditorium, and a large number of freshmen waiting to be sorted stood in the middle aisle.

However, what surprised others was that Professor McGonagall did not bring over the Sorting Hat.

The new principal glanced seriously around the auditorium and cleared his throat.
Chapter completed!