Mastering the Art, Sean's Frenzied Growth

Pitch-black, abyssal ink formed the shape of a man—Godric Gryffindor.

He had long hair, a beard that nearly reached his chest, and a thoroughly unkempt appearance. Rather amusingly, he resembled an enlarged goblin.

Of course, Gryffindor possessed a heroic bearing no goblin could ever have.

The ink-formed Gryffindor was lifelike, yet he seemed to possess no awareness whatsoever.

Sean was uncertain. This was indeed a trial ground, but neither Dave nor he himself had sensed any danger approaching so far.

The place was deep and strange, yet it did not seem hostile toward him.

Still, Sean did not dare approach rashly. He could only remain where he was and cautiously observe the ink man before him and the Giant Squid.

After spitting out the ink, the Giant Squid had gone limp on the ground, while the image reflected on the mirror-like floor had completely settled into that of the Giant Squid.

Meanwhile, the mirrored floor reflected the ink Gryffindor as a living, breathing Gryffindor.

Could Gryffindor really not be dead? Is that his Animagus form...?

Sean muttered to himself, but the ink Gryffindor still gave no response.

No... Sean narrowed his eyes. He had spotted something wrong.

The ink Gryffindor appeared completely still, but his pitch-black eyes were discreetly observing him—he was watching Sean.

The discovery sent a chill down Sean's spine, but he quickly noticed the other party making a more obvious move.

The ink Gryffindor seemed to have finished observing him. He raised his black head and silently looked toward Sean himself.

At the same time, some ink separated from his body, gathering in his hand and taking the shape of a wand.

This was... Sean suddenly understood.

The ink Gryffindor had finished observing him, so he was challenging him to a duel?

Sure enough, seeing that Sean