The Dementor at Hogwarts

"Remember, when casting the spell, you must be resolute enough—"

In the classroom in the western tower, a dense crowd stood along the walls, each holding a wand and trying hard to absorb what Professor Wallop was saying.

Of course, everyone here was a member of the Golden Dawn Club, while Professor Wallop was the club's president.

Sean's club had not originally had many members. On one hand, he enforced strict admission requirements; on the other, not everyone could accept having to undergo rigorous magical training even on their rare days off.

However, among the years Sean personally taught, his own prestige and influence had brought him a fresh group of energetic young blood with limitless potential.

Hogwarts had specially approved a huge unused classroom for Sean. He had arranged it exceptionally well—ample practice dummies, all kinds of cushions to prevent injuries from falls during accidents in training, and even magical restraint devices Sean had custom-made.

Everything was meant to let the Golden Dawn Club members adapt in advance to all kinds of environments.

Next, Sean was also planning to purchase a large batch of Magical Grounds—such as swamps filled with poisonous fumes, lush rainforests that stayed damp every day and teemed with venomous insects, and arid deserts stretching as far as the eye could see beneath yellow sand.

Though actual combat was the best teacher, as much training as possible would make it easier to survive in real battle. Considering the opponents they might face in the future, Sean felt that learning how to protect themselves came first.

The spell he was teaching the younger members today was the Patronus Charm.

Standing in the middle, Sean spoke with easy confidence. "We often say that the Patronus Charm requires you to recall your happiest memory, but many people overlook one