General Instructor Harry

Ginny is indeed Gryffindor, but being brave doesn't mean she'll do foolish things.

"Besides Chizpurfle?" Harry asked again, "I think Niffler would be good too, or maybe a few Fire Dragon would work too--"

"Alright, alright," Ginny said, her face alternating between pale and flushed. "It would be impolite to continue. I'm not choosing any of them. Hello Harry, goodbye Harry!"

After saying that, Ginny ran back to her dormitory without looking back.

"So which one are you going to choose?" Harry looked up at Hermione.

"I'm not choosing any of them either!" Hermione said, and then followed Ginny away.

Harry shrugged. These people really don't understand what a sense of humor is.

I'm not a bad person, why would I need to find some vicious Magical Creatures to deal with everyone?

To his surprise, his sixth-year classmates approached him again, with each of the four houses, including Gryffindor, sending a representative.

"What's going on? What's all this about?" Harry was having lunch in the Great Hall when he saw a group of people gathering around him and asked curiously.

"People from our respective colleges have contacted us," Hannah began. "They've all seen the video uploaded to that Alpha Video Website, and many want to participate in similar events with us; they think it's very interesting—"

"That's great!" Harry perked up, looking at Ginny and Hermione beside him.

Those two didn't appreciate the opportunity yesterday.

"But can they handle it?" Hannah asked, frowning. "Those level 5X and 4X Magical Creatures are not something these people who haven't undergone Dueling Club training can handle, Harry —I think if you want to take them in, you'll have to come up with a good plan, a foolproof plan."

"That's easy," Harry laughed. "Let's start with the less dangerous Magical Creatures."

"I'd like to team up with Flobberworm!" Ginny immediately raised her hand and said.

"Application invalid, rejected!" Harry said without turning his head.

Ginny immediately sat back down, pouting and remaining silent.

"Before we get into real combat, we still need to practice dueling a bit," Harry said again. "Although dueling is against humans, not Magical Creatures, it's still a form of real combat, just without any life-threatening danger—"

"It's hard to say," Ron replied. "A duel with Seamus would still be life-threatening, after all, that guy's Disarming Charm can explode."

Yes, Harry remembered, Seamus's Disarming Charm was his hand.

"Let's set a time then." Harry glanced at the time and said, "Today is Sunday. Go down and take a count of who wants to participate. Hmm—as for the scope, let's set it between fourth year and seventh year, including both years. Any student who wants to improve can sign up. The deadline is Thursday evening at eight o'clock. After that, remember to send me the list from each house."

The Prefect of the four colleges all left, and they posted GG in their respective college's Common Room.

Of course, Harry didn't forget to visit Professor Dumbledore's office.

After learning of Harry's idea, Dumbledore expressed his wholehearted support.

Support! We must support it!

"But that's on the condition that safety measures are in place, Harry," Dumbledore said at the end.

"Don't worry, I know," Harry nodded.

On Thursday, Harry received the application forms for all four houses.

To his surprise, almost all the students who met the requirements signed up, except for some seventh graders, some because of the upcoming NEWTs, and others because of personal conflicts with Ron.

Yes, I'm talking about Cormac McLagan.

"What a pity." Ron shrugged. "Actually, I'm not a vengeful person."

Ultimately, the event was scheduled for Saturday morning. After breakfast, everyone gathered in the Great Hall at eight o'clock.

Saturday arrived quickly amidst much anticipation. When Harry arrived at the Great Hall, there were already twenty or thirty students waiting there, ranging from fourth to seventh year. They were chattering excitedly, their faces filled with curiosity and excitement.

Harry, Hermione, Ron, Ginny, Neville, Luna, and even Draco and Pansy were present—they were now the "Special Training Instructor Team."

Professor McGonagall was visibly taken aback when she saw them gathered in the Great Hall.

She had no idea why these classmates had gathered so neatly together.

Fortunately, Harry reported the matter to her, and upon learning of it, Professor McGonagall nodded with satisfaction, acknowledging Harry's work.

"I'm ashamed," Harry said, adjusting his glasses. "It was just a small, insignificant contribution, Professor."

After they gathered, they left the Great Hall under Harry's lead and headed for the Room of Requirement on the Seventh Floor Room of Requirement answered Harry's call, and this time, it was still in the form of that extremely spacious and bright training hall.

Unlike other rooms in the castle, the current Room of Requirement has a soft, cushioned floor.

Harry walked to the center of the room, his voice carrying clearly throughout the entire hall.

"Welcome, welcome!"

This opening revitalized many of the senior students.

Wow, what a great opening! You're Dumbledore, aren't you?

I know why you've come here.

At this point, Harry glanced around at the students below.

"You guys watched those videos and thought facing Troll and fighting spiders was cool and exciting."

He paused for a moment.

But I'm telling you, reality isn't cool at all.

"If you react even half a second slower, your bones will be mercilessly smashed by the Troll's club; if your Protego isn't strong enough, you'll suffer serious injuries—I need to remind you, this isn't a game, but a real killing field."

He pointed to the group behind him. "These are all elites who successfully passed my trials. Starting today, they will teach you dueling techniques—of course, the first lesson will still be the Protego, and how to move during combat. I must remind you again, I know you all learned the Protego last year, but this is not child's play duel, but a real battle. Dark Wizard and Magical Creatures will not hold back!"

After saying that, Harry gestured for Hermione to come forward, and she began to explain the key points of the Protego in detail.

Ron and Neville were responsible for demonstrating how to move quickly within a small area, using agility to evade spells and potential attacks.

"Don't be embarrassed," Ron said emphatically. "When the Troll's club comes crashing down, what's the best thing you can do? Dodge—and if you can't dodge in time, try rolling—like this."

As he spoke, Ron demonstrated the Lazy Donkey Roll.

The surrounding students let out a burst of good-natured laughter.

"You think this is funny, don't you?" Ron wasn't angry, but looked at Seamus: "Seamus, cast a Charms on me."

After saying that, the two walked to the side.

Seamus raised his hand and, without warning, threw out one of his signature Charms.

"Conf ing0 (Confringo)!"

Ron, having received some training, remained calm and watched Seamus's opening move with a cool eye in this critical moment.

Just as the Charms was about to be unleashed, he quickly did a lazy roll, narrowly avoiding Charms.

The Charms struck the Runes- engraved wall and Silencio seeped into it.

"See that?" Ron stood up and said, "When you don't have time to activate your Protego, this method is foolproof—remember, pride is secondary; survival is the only truth!"

The students seemed thoughtful after hearing Ron's words.

"Alright, let's begin!" Harry announced from above. "Let's review the Protego 1 first."

Training has begun.

At first, it was chaos. Many students' Protego were as thin as paper, and could be easily broken with a simple Charms.

Some people were even more clumsy in their movements, with many tripping over themselves, such as the two Slytherin Troll Brothers, Crabbe and Goyle.

"Keep your wrist steady! Imagine a real shield!" Hermione said, her voice already a little hoarse as she weaved through the crowd.

"Don't stand there like a wooden stake! Move! Would you say 'Wait a minute' to Troll that's about to pounce?" Ron roared, displaying a rather instructor-like demeanor.

Ron stood in front of Colin Creevey, who was taking pictures.

"Creevey!"

"Here!" Creevey hurriedly put down his camera.

"Tell me! What is your purpose in coming here!" Ron roared.

It wasn't that I was shouting on purpose, because if I didn't shout, the surrounding noise was too loud to hear clearly.

Colin, struck by inspiration, stood at attention and loudly reported.

"I will obey any of your orders, Instructor!"

Ron, who had originally intended to scold Colin and tell him to practice more, suddenly froze when he heard this answer.

"Bloody hell, Creevey! You're a genius of Bloody Hell! Now, put down your camera and get some training!"

Because Luna is rather shy and lacks authority, Draco and Pansy are in charge of the Slytherin and Ravenclaw students.

It must be said, being Professor Snape's top student, Draco has mastered Snape's sharp tongue perfectly. "Is that soft, weak spell you're doing in a circus, Goyle? Or did you skip breakfast?"

Pansy stood by with her arms crossed, watching coldly, occasionally spraying poison at classmates who didn't perform well.

"If this is all the mobility you can manage, I suggest you book a bed with Madam Pomfrey right now, or find a single room at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries— because your remains will be a gruesome sight."

Strangely enough, some students, after hearing Pansy's sarcasm, seemed to be injected with adrenaline and worked even harder.

What do you mean, "domination"?

The training lasted the entire morning.

Before it ended, Harry also arranged for Ron and the other elite members to have one-on-one duels with them.

No one could gain the upper hand against them. Even Theodore Nott, the strongest among them, couldn't last more than two moves against Neville seemed the easiest to bully.

That's Neville!

Not only Theodore, but everyone else also deeply felt the gap.

When Harry announced the end, most of the students collapsed on the ground, drenched in sweat, but their eyes were brighter than when they arrived.

They personally experienced the gap between themselves and these "instructors," and also felt the embryonic form of real combat.

After agreeing to continue their special training in the Room of Requirement on Sunday morning, Harry dismissed the training session.

After the meeting was dismissed, the students chattered amongst themselves, leaving the Room of Requirement in small groups.

Their eyes sparkled, full of anticipation.

No one wants to be anything less than stronger; it's just that there weren't such exciting activities at Hogwarts before.

Now that such an event is happening, how could they not be excited?

"What do you think of them?" Harry asked, chuckling and nudging Ron with his shoulder.

"I think it's not bad," Ron said with a chuckle. "At least I think it's not bad, in terms of attitude—but as for skill, I can only say he still needs to practice."

"Indeed," Neville chimed in, "They definitely still need more practice."

Neville certainly has the right to say that now, after all, he defeated Theodore Nott in just two moves.

"What are we planning to do this afternoon?" Ron asked. "How about we continue playing Diablo? My Wizard is almost finished, and I just got the Tal Rasha's Painted Armor last night—"

"Heh." Seamus curled his lip and said, "Could it be a plant?"

Upon hearing Seamus's words, the people around him burst into laughter.

Thanks to Ron, everyone around him is now addicted to Diablo, even Luna has joined in.

She created an Amazon game, spending her days happily training cattle in the Cow Level, and monopolized the substrate market at Hogwarts.

Considering that he had special training the next morning, Harry called Veratia and told her that he wouldn't be going to Vienna this weekend.

Veratia was somewhat disappointed upon receiving the message, but she still expressed her understanding to Harry and then told him that she could go to Hogwarts.

The saying goes, "If the mountain won't come to you, go to Muhammad; Muhammad goes to the mountain, go to the mountain." That's the point.

In the afternoon, Harry received a phone call.

Veratia and Cassandra came to Hogwarts together—but in a personal capacity, to visit Harry.

Of course, Veratia also took some precautions to avoid the next day's tabloids running headlines like "European Ministry of Magic Minister of Magic Secretly Meets Boyfriend on Campus."

As a politician, he should be mindful of his influence—especially since Harry is only 17 years old.

After receiving the call, Harry closed the game.

"What's wrong?" Ron asked, looking up.

"Veratia and Cass are here." Harry said as he packed his things and handed the tablet to Ron. "I have to go to Mr. LeMay's cottage. They're over there discussing something with Mr. LeMay. Could you hang it up for me?"

"Okay, no problem," Ron nodded.