Training

"Good afternoon, young wizards and witches." Sumarokov Romanov stood ramrod straight and spoke almost without an accent. "Mr. Tierra has already introduced me, so I don't think there's any need to spend our precious time introducing myself."

"Now, students, form up in lines of six and follow me as we run around the Quidditch pitch for some warm-up exercises. Then we'll continue with today's Dark Arts Practical Class." Sumarokov Romanov continued, "Since you may never have undergone this kind of physical training before, we'll start with one lap at a slow jog. All right, now—"

Sumarokov Romanov blew the whistle hanging around his neck. "Fall in!"

The Tierras quickly found their places in perfect unison, forming thirty-three rows of six.

In contrast, the young wizards' side was far more chaotic.

Although they had received some basic Dark Arts Practical Class training from Tierra earlier on, Tierra had focused mainly on combat awareness and spellcasting techniques, without placing much emphasis on obedience or discipline, because—

Tierra himself was not a particularly obedient or disciplined person.

Thus, although Tierra had gone through military training three times in middle school, high school, and university, he had neither much experience nor interest in building obedience, organization, and discipline within a team—

Just as Tierra had learned every experimental procedure from books in his previous life, yet had never actually performed one himself.

So Tierra believed this work should be left to someone more professional—

Such as Sumarokov Romanov, who had received formal KGB training.

After five or six minutes of noisy commotion, the young wizards finally formed uneven lines of six.

Sumarokov Romanov sighed helplessly.

"All right, attention! Ready! Go!" Sumarokov Romanov blew the whistle hanging from his chest. Its shrill sound cut across the entire Quidditch pitch. After blowing it, Sumarokov Romanov turned