Chapter 207： completely different life

After a day of classes, the students at Hogwarts showed a certain degree of exhaustion. Nurmengard is much more stressful academically than Hogwarts, not only are the professors more demanding in the classroom, but the curriculum is also more intensive.

Originally, Sean and the others had about two to three lessons a day. If there were flying lessons or astronomy lessons, there would be a maximum of four lessons a day.

But at Nurmengard, not only has the length of each class been extended, but the number of classes has increased, and four classes a day have become the norm—five a day if there are flying classes, astronomy classes, or combat training that is unique here. Six quarters is also normal.

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

Don't think that you can't do it if you can't check the actual homework. The professor will carefully observe all your spell releases in the course of the day. If you don't make progress in the next class, then I'm sorry, waiting for you is even more arduous of homework.

Moreover, the Weasley brothers went to inquire about it. In previous school years, there have been students who were repeated because of poor performance...

The word "repeat" is almost equivalent to "shame" among the Nurmengards who advocate strength and face.

In the common room after dinner, Hogwarts students found a place to complete their homework with their friends.

"The picking points of twin-haired seaweed are mostly located at the bottom of the lake with clear visibility. When picking, you must wear dragon leather gloves to prevent stings when the seaweed is entangled. At the same time, remember to bring food to obtain the consent of the seaweed guard murlocs. Creatures use twin-haired seaweed as nests to reproduce..." Sean muttered while asking Hermione next to him for confirmation, "Right, Hermione?"

"That's right," Hermione quickly wrote her paper on the parchment with her quill, without even looking up, "but I suggest you write in the association between twin-haired seaweed and guard murlocs, The properties of magical beasts are often related to the properties of medicinal herbs - "Eudora Hickman teaches you to write papers" mentioned that including such correlations in homework can effectively improve the professor's evaluation of you."

"Oh, then I'll write it in too, just to count more words..." Sean nodded.

In the potions class in the afternoon, the terrifying-looking Professor MacDowell assigned a dissertation assignment on potions and herbs, requiring fifteen inches to start. Sean had already written ten inches, but Hermione on the side had already written seventeen inches. , and the handwriting is fine and dense.

This Professor MacDoffer doesn't have the sullen look on his face all day, like Snape, but he'll laugh every now and then when he gets close to your cauldron, and every time the necklace around his neck will Shake it constantly and the bunny legs and human teeth on it will linger in front of your eyes all the time - just like a **** killer in a movie.

Moreover, Professor McDoffer would even take a potion made by a certain student on the spot, and he would say things like "If I was poisoned, you would definitely come to bury me". The students were all terrified.

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

"Sean." A voice sounded in his ear, and Harry didn't know when to come over.

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

"Oh, okay, at least I don't have to lose points in Potions." Harry shrugged, then whispered, "Dude, have you written your Transfiguration homework? I'll take your Potions homework with you. exchange!"

Sean showed the parchment in his hand: "Sorry, I wrote the potions class homework first. Well, I think I can finish the transfiguration class homework tomorrow night. Come to me if you still need it."

Harry, who had some regrets at first, suddenly became excited: "Hey, I knew, Sean, you are my savior."

Hermione, who was still writing quickly, said quickly: "This is the first day of class, Harry, and if Professor Nurmengard finds out that you copied your homework, the consequences may be worse than Professor McGonagall finds out— - Didn't you read the school rules? 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 in private? Sean is a transfiguration genius." Harry spread his hands.

"Don't worry, Hermione, Harry's study is not bad, he is not copying homework, but this time, the paper assigned by Professor Rozier is indeed a bit difficult." Sean explained.

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

"Anyone who copied my homework on the history of magic for a year and a half is not qualified to say this." Hermione finally wrote the last period, she put the quill back in the ink bottle, then raised her head and pointed at Sean. Raised eyebrows.

"Cough, the weather is nice today." Sean sneered.

He exchanged glances with Harry, who had a 'man you really like it', and stood up.

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

"Yes, yes!"

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

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

Daisy blinked and said, "Maybe it's just laziness?"

Hermione choked, then lifted her chin again: "Daisy, you're right..."

"It has something to do with you, Hermione," Daisy said sharply. "You teach Sean a lesson every time, but you'll lend him your homework to copy after that."

Hermione's face blushed slightly, and she defended: "That's because...because the homework of the history of magic is not difficult, just need to check the information. In Sean's words, it is all mechanical labor."

"It's not just the history of magic, you've also borrowed homework for other subjects, Hermione, you don't know how to refuse Sean at all." Daisy looked like a little adult.

Hermione's face was hot at her words, and she snatched a notebook in front of Daisy in a huff.

"How dare you talk to me like that who took all my first grade notes?! It's confiscated!"

"Sorry! I was wrong!"

...

The next day, Sean was still puzzled when he walked to the auditorium. Beside him, Daisy was obediently hugging Hermione's arm, occasionally taking out some snacks from her arms, unpacking them, and handing them over.

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

The matter between the girls was resolved by themselves, and Sean, who didn't ask any further questions, took the lead and walked towards the auditorium.

Just as he came to the door, a lean boy who was a little shorter than him stood in front of him.

Looking at the second-year Nurmengard uniform on the other side, Sean frowned.

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

"Sean Wallup, do you want to try it?" The boy hooked his finger provocatively. Behind him was the vertical line in the middle of the door, which was the door of demarcation in Nurmengard's mouth.

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

He glanced at each other and said casually, "Why?"

The boy didn't expect Sean to ask back, he paused and said immediately, "I don't want to see, who is stronger?"

"I don't know you, and the students at Hogwarts don't have to go through the border gate test, we were already sitting on the long table on the left." Sean's expression was strange, "Are you seriously ill?"

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

"I said, can you stop your intracranial orgasm?" Sean looked at the other party with contempt, "I won't do any good."

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

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

"Caitou? What do you want?" The boy became alert.

He has long heard that Sean Wallup of Hogwarts is extremely low-quality and full of bad water!

"We're all students..." Sean dragged the end, he looked at each other, and said casually, "Otherwise, twenty Galleons will be fine."

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

"Running out of pocket money? Forget it, please let me go, I have to eat breakfast." Sean waved his hand with an indifferent expression.

Twenty Galleons are pocket money... The boy took a breath.

Around the corner, Malfoy just came over and saw this scene, he licked his lips, always feeling that the scene in front of him seemed familiar.

Also, why isn't it as natural as Sean when it comes to showing off with Galleons?

Malfoy gripped the purse in his robe pocket with some chagrin, then watched Sean's every move earnestly.

Probably because there were a lot of onlookers, and the boy's usual strength was not bad, so he finally agreed with gritted teeth.

"However, ten Galleons," he said with an indifferent expression, "I bought a lot of things for Christmas, but I don't have much left."

"Alright." Sean readily agreed.

The two stood in front of the dividing door.

But before the boy was ready to hold his breath, the vertical line in the middle slanted directly to his side, without any stagnation.

How could... the boy froze in place.

"Ten Galleons of Chenghui." Sean held out a hand.

The boy's heart was bleeding, but in the case of so many people, he didn't have such a bad face, and finally took out his wallet and counted ten Galleons and handed it to Sean in pain.

Sean took it and handed it directly to the Weasley twins who were eating melons.

"Bring me a batch next time when you stock up, ah, by the way, a little more of those fireworks."

He was going to keep a batch of prank props to play with.

"No problem!" Fred quickly took Garen and winked at Sean again, "It will take some time for the next purchase, Sean, can we use this money to do a small business temporarily? Don't worry, if you lose, we will pay back your ten Galleons with our own savings."

The Weasley Brothers' business acumen is still very good, Sean nodded generously, and even counted twenty Galleons in the past: "I buy a stock?"

"No problem! When the income announcement comes, I'm guaranteed to give you the big share." George grinned.

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

The boy from Nurmengard watched this scene, and his heart was about to burst.

Sean Wallup! Sure enough, as others said, dirty, evil, full of bad water! This rich bastard...

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

Sean didn't care, he was ready to be troubled by others, but with ten Galleon tickets, I hope these people can calm down a bit.

And, after Grindelwald said those words to him, Sean moved a little.

Building an organization with oneself as the core sounds quite tempting... Anyway, the principal has spoken, so he naturally has no other scruples.

Of course, the unchanging truth throughout the ages is that if you want others to sacrifice your life for you, you have to show your strength first.

In this farce in the morning, Sean showed the magic level and excellent financial resources of crushing his peers, and ten Galleon tickets can play a screening role.

Today, it's time to bury a primer.

After breakfast Sean and the others came to the classroom on the northernmost side of the second floor. Today is a class on magical attack and defense. It is probably the influence of Tom Riddle from last school year. Hogwarts Ci's students were slightly resistant to the course.

However, Grindelwald never considered having Lockhart teach Defence Against the Dark Arts in Nurmengard - Professor McGonagall would teach separately from Rozier, and Lockhart was in Nurmengard Castle every day. Hang out.

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

Nurmengard's new professor of magical attack and defense is a young wizard named Nash Goray, a burly man who looks like a weightlifter, but with a few scars on his face, he is fierce. After the expression, he is like the Jagged Instructor who often appears in movies.

This Professor Guray is from the United Kingdom. I heard that he used to be a hitman at the Ministry of Magic. Later, he participated in the international magic joint arrest team, and somehow became the new professor of Nurmengard.

In his class, Hogwarts students experienced for the first time what true black magic is.

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

The swamp digger, with its finned claws and sharp teeth, glides through the swamp, feeding on small animals and occasionally attacking the ankles of humans who trespass into its habitat.

Sean frowned. The evaluation of this thing is XXX, and it is quite difficult for second-year students to deal with it.

Gu Lei rudely knocked on the iron cage, and when the swamp diggers all began to show their teeth and claws, he showed a cruel smile.

"Today, we're going to learn the Curse of Blood Loss - 20 points if someone can make this little guy bleed to death before get out of class is over, ha."