A Completely Different Life

After a day of classes, the Hogwarts students all showed signs of fatigue. The academic pressure at Newmontgard was much greater than at Hogwarts, not only because the professors had higher expectations in class, but also because the courses were more intensive.

Originally, Sean and his classmates had about two to three classes a day, or up to four if there were Flying Class or Astronomy Class.

However, in Newmontgard, not only has the duration of each class been extended, but the number of courses has also increased, with four classes a day becoming the norm—and if there are Flying Class, Astronomy Class, or the unique Combat Training Class here, five or six classes a day is also quite normal.

At the same time, the difficulty of assignments given by professors has increased, with not only longer papers but also practical assignments.

Don't think you can skip the practical assignments just because they can't be checked. The professor will carefully observe all your spellcasting during the day's class. If you haven't improved by the next class, then I'm sorry, but you'll be facing even more demanding homework.

Furthermore, the Weasley brothers inquired and learned that in previous school years, some students had been held back a year due to poor performance...

The word "repeating a grade" is almost synonymous with "shame" among the Newmontgard, who value strength and face.

In the Common Room after dinner, Hogwarts students found places to work on their homework with their friends.

"The picking spots for Twin-Hair Seaweed are mostly located on the lake bottom where visibility is clear. When picking, you must wear Dragon-hide gloves to prevent stings when the seaweed gets tangled. Also, remember to bring food to get the permission of the Seaweed Guardian Mermen. This magical creature uses Twin-Hair Seaweed as its nest to reproduce..." Sean muttered to himself as he looked at Hermione beside him for confirmation, "Right, Hermione?"

"That's right," Hermione said, quickly writing her paper on parchment with a quill without even looking up. "However, I suggest you include the symbiotic relationship between the Twin-Hair Seaweed and the Guardian Fishman. The properties of Magical Creatures are often related to the properties of medicinal herbs—as mentioned in Eudora Hickman's Guide to Writing Papers. Including such connections in your assignments can effectively improve your professor's evaluation of you."

"Oh, then I'll include that too, it'll just add more words..." Sean nodded.

In the afternoon Potions, the unsettling-looking Professor Macdouff assigned a paper on Potions ingredients, requiring a minimum of fifteen inches. Sean had already written ten inches, but Hermione next to him had already written seventeen inches, and her handwriting was fine and dense.

Unlike Snape, Professor Macdouff doesn't always wear a gloomy expression, but he will occasionally smirk when he gets close to your Cauldron. Whenever he does, the necklace around his neck will sway, and the rabbit legs and human teeth on it will linger in front of you—making him look like a psychopathic killer from a movie.

Moreover, Professor Macdouff would even take Potions brewed by a student on the spot, saying things like, "If I die from poisoning, you will come and die with me," which terrified all the second-year students in the class.

Even Sean found Snape to be so normal and adorable for the first time...

"Sean." A voice rang in his ear; Harry had somehow gotten close.

"Hey buddy, how's it going today?" Sean greeted him.

"Oh, not bad, at least I don't have to lose points in Potions." Harry shrugged, then whispered, "Hey buddy, did you do your Transfiguration homework? I'll trade you my Potions!"

Sean showed the parchment in his hand. "Sorry, I'm working on my Potions homework first. Hmm, I think I'll finish my Transfiguration by tomorrow night. If you still need it then, just come find me."

Harry, who had been somewhat disappointed, suddenly became excited. "Hey, I knew it, Sean, you're my savior."

Hermione, still writing furiously, quickly said, "This is only the first day of class, Harry. And if the professors at Newmontgard find out you're copying homework, the consequences could be worse than if Professor McGonagall found out—didn't you read the school rules carefully? The detention here is more than ten times stricter than at Hogwarts."

"I'm just borrowing from their ideas. Don't the professors also encourage us to help each other out in private? Sean is a Transfiguration genius." Harry shrugged.

"Don't worry, Hermione, Harry's studies are going well. He's not copying homework. It's just that Professor Rosier's assignment this time is a bit difficult," Sean explained.

He was telling the truth. This wasn't the first time Harry had asked him to "borrow" homework from him. It wasn't just simple copying; he often needed Sean's ideas.

"The person who copied my History of Magic homework for a year and a half has no right to say that." Hermione finally wrote the last period, put the quill back into the ink bottle, and then looked up, raising an eyebrow at Sean.

"Ahem, the weather's nice today," Sean chuckled awkwardly.

He exchanged a glance with Harry, who had a "you're really something, bro" look on his face, and then stood up.

"Shouldn't you go take a shower, Harry?"

"Yes, yes!"

Watching the two boys change the subject and walk away arm in arm, Hermione shook her head helplessly.

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

Daisy blinked and said in a soft voice, "Maybe it's just laziness?"

Hermione choked for a moment, then rested her chin on her hand. "Daisy, you're right..."

"This has to do with you, Hermione," Daisy said bluntly. "You always scold Sean, but afterwards you let him copy your homework."

Hermione's face flushed slightly as she explained, "That's because... because the History of Magic assignments aren't difficult at all. You just need to look up information. In Sean's words, it's all mechanical labor."

"It's not just History of Magic; you've lent out assignments for other subjects too, Hermione. You have absolutely no idea how to refuse Sean." Daisy, acting like a little adult.

Hermione's face flushed from Daisy's words, and she angrily snatched a notebook from in front of Daisy.

"You, who took all my first-year notes, dare to talk to me like that?! Confiscated!"

"I'm sorry! I was wrong!"

The next day, Sean walked toward the Great Hall with a puzzled look on his face. Beside him, Daisy was obediently holding Hermione's arm, occasionally taking out snacks from her pocket, unwrapping them, and handing them to her.

Although Daisy is usually a well-behaved and considerate person, she was a bit obsequious today... I guess she must have angered Hermione.

Let the girls handle their own affairs. Without asking any further questions, Sean led the way toward the Great Hall.

Just as he arrived at the door, a slightly shorter, thin boy blocked his way.

Sean frowned as he looked at the second-year uniform of Newmontgard that the other person was wearing.

"Excuse me, is there anything I can help you with?" He quickly composed himself and put on a smile.

"Sean Wallerup, wanna give it a try?" The boy beckoned to him defiantly. Behind him was the vertical line down the middle of the door, the dividing line the Newmontgard called the Gate of Division.

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

He glanced at the other person and casually asked, "Why?"

The boy hadn't expected Sean to ask him a question in return. He paused for a moment before immediately replying, "Don't you want to see who's stronger?"

"I don't know you, and besides, Hogwarts students don't have to go through the test of the Gate of Division. We were already sitting at the long table on the left." Sean gave him a strange look, as if to say, 'Are you sick?'

"Hmph, just say you're scared." The boy scoffed.

"Hey, can you stop having your own brain-training?" Sean gave the other person a disdainful look. "I don't get any benefit from winning."

"That's proof of strength, don't you understand?" the boy said urgently.

Sean cleared his throat. "I don't need this to prove myself, unless—there's a prize involved."

"A prize? What do you want?" The boy became wary.

He had long heard that Sean Wallerup of Hogwarts was of extremely low character and full of evil intentions!

"We're all students..." Sean drawled, glancing at the other person before casually saying, "How about twenty Galleon?"

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

"You've run out of pocket money? Never mind then. Please let me pass, I need to eat breakfast." Sean waved his hand with a nonchalant expression.

Twenty Galleon is pocket money... The boy took a breath.

Just as Malfoy came around the corner and saw this scene, he licked his lips, feeling as if he had seen it before.

Moreover, why is it that when he uses Galleon to show off, he doesn't do it as naturally as Sean does?

Malfoy clutched the money pouch in his robe pocket with some annoyance, then began to watch Sean's every move intently.

Perhaps because there were a lot of onlookers, and the boy was usually quite capable, he finally gritted his teeth and agreed.

"However, ten Galleon," he said nonchalantly. "I bought too much stuff for Christmas, and I don't have much left."

"Sure," Sean readily agreed.

The two stood Gate of Division.

Before the boy could even hold his breath and prepare, the vertical line in the middle tilted directly to his side without any hesitation.

How could this be... The boy stood there, stunned.

"Ten Galleon, please." Sean held out a hand.

The boy's heart was bleeding, but with so many people around, he couldn't bring himself to renege on his debt. In the end, he took out his wallet, counted out ten Galleon, and reluctantly handed them to Sean.

Sean took it and handed it directly to the Weasley twins were watching the show.

"Next time you go shopping, please bring me a batch too. Oh, and by the way, bring me a lot of those fireworks."

He plans to stockpile a batch of prank props to keep for fun.

"No problem!" Fred quickly took the Galleon and winked at Sean. "It's still a while before we get our next order, Sean. Can we use this money to do some small business for now? Don't worry, if we lose money, we'll pay you back with our own savings for those ten Galleon."

The Weasley brothers had a keen business sense, and Sean readily agreed, even counting out another twenty Galleon: "Shall I take a stake?"

"No problem! When the income is announced, I guarantee you'll get the lion's share." George beamed.

The two brothers had long been considering this idea, but they lacked start-up capital. Unexpectedly, Sean made a bet with someone and they received their first pot of gold.

The boy from Newmontgard felt as if his heart was about to burst when he saw this scene.

Sean Wallerup! Just as everyone else said, filthy, wicked, and full of evil! That rich villain...

He clutched his empty wallet and stiffly went to the long table on the right.

Sean didn't care at all; he had long been prepared to be bothered. However, he hoped that the ten Galleon entrance fee would calm these people down.

Moreover, after Grindelwald said those things to him, Sean had a change of heart.

The idea of establishing an organization centered around oneself sounds quite tempting... Anyway, since the principal has spoken, he naturally has no other concerns.

Of course, the timeless truth is that if you want others to work for you, you must first demonstrate your strength.

This morning's farce showcased Sean's magical prowess and wealth, far surpassing his peers, while the ten Galleon entrance fee served as a screening factor.

Today, let's consider this a prelude.

After breakfast, Sean and his friends went to the classroom on the far north side of the second floor. Today's class was on Magical Attack and Defense. Perhaps due to the influence of Tom Riddle from the previous school year, the Hogwarts students were somewhat resistant to this course.

However, Grindelwald never considered having Lockhart teach Defense Against the Dark Arts in Newmontgard — Professor McGonagall would teach separately from Rosier, and Lockhart would just wander around Newmontgard Castle every day.

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

The new professor of Magical Attack and Defense in Newmontgard is a young wizard named Nash Gore. He is muscular and looks like a weightlifter, but with the scars on his face and his fierce expression, he resembles a tough instructor often seen in movies.

This Professor Gurey is from England. I heard that he used to be Hit Wizard for the Ministry of Magic, and later joined the International Confederation of Wizards' Task Force. I don't know how he became a new professor in Newmontgard.

In his class, the students of Hogwarts experienced for the first time what real Dark Arts was.

"Look at this exquisite little fellow." Next to Gu Lei's podium was a large iron cage containing several magical creatures that looked like pieces of wood.

The Swamp Digger has finned claws and sharp teeth. It glides through swamps, feeds on small animals, and occasionally attacks the ankles of humans who wander into its habitat.

Sean frowned. This thing was rated XXX, and it would be quite difficult for a second-year student to deal with.

Gu Lei roughly knocked on the iron cage, and only after the Swamp Digger started baring their fangs and claws did he reveal a cruel smile.

"Today, we're learning about the Blood Loss Curse —if anyone can make this little guy bleed to death before class ends, you get 20 points, haha."