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Hogwarts: A Handbook of Witch Education

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Due to a series of games, Sean accidentally traveled through time. "You mean Miss Granger came into your room the night before yesterday to report the Ministry of Magic's financial report to you?" "Yes." "You mean Miss Lovegood came into your room last night because you found the harassment horsefly?" "That's right." "You mean Miss Qiu Zhang will come to your room to practice Quidditch later?" "That's right." "You mean Clearwater, Bones, Greengrass, Delacour, Nymphadora..." "Please allow me to interrupt you. I'll clarify here for the last time that these... are not rumors." Looking at his special golden finger, Professor Sean, the greatest wizard in history, the acting headmaster of Hogwarts, the recipient of the Order of Merlin, the first class medal, and the acting Minister of the British Ministry of Magic, issued an official statement to all sectors of society: Let wizards be great again! -------------------------------------------------------------------------- READ 30 CHAPS IN ADVANCE ON PATREON at: patreon.com/fanficasm Sometimes page does not show up on google search , so you have to use complete link (patreon.com/fanficasm).
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Chapter 1: Lure the Enemy Deep into Our Territory

August 1, 1991

Night

19 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey, United Kingdom

In the basement of a small house, only the lower half of a woman's body was visible outside a hole in the gray stone wall. She wore black leather shorts that barely covered the base of her thighs, revealing a pair of well-proportioned and slender legs. It was clear from her stretched leg muscles that she exercised regularly.

The woman was Bellatrix, one of the most notorious Death Eaters who had escaped from Azkaban the previous month. She was anxious and kept twisting her hips back and forth, trying to break free from the constraints of the hole in the wall. Despite her efforts, she remained stuck, the leather shorts squeezing in the narrow gap with every attempt.

Five minutes earlier, Bellatrix had been about to gather potion ingredients from the basement when she noticed the hole. Wondering if there was something hidden at the other end, she stuck her head in to check. The darkness inside prevented her from seeing anything, so she decided to crawl in. However, when she tried to exit, she found herself stuck, unable to move forward or backward. Her elbows blocked the exit, leaving her in an awkward situation.

What to do? Use magic? This was a house near "that boy," and any magic use would surely be noticed by the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic. She didn't want to go back to that damn place, Azkaban! Bellatrix couldn't stop shaking when she thought of the horrors of Azkaban.

But being stuck there was not a good idea, and after struggling for a long time, she finally made up her mind to ask Sean for help.

"Sean, come down and help me," Bellatrix's sweet voice passed through the wooden door of the basement and reached the ears of Sean, who was sitting in the living room on the first floor reading a book.

Sean, a 23-year-old man, was not from this world but a time traveler. Twenty-three years ago, he had been born in a Muggle orphanage in London and was taken to Hogwarts by Dumbledore at the age of eleven. Five years ago, he had successfully graduated from Hufflepuff House at Hogwarts with excellent grades, rejected recruitment by the Ministry of Magic, and chose to wander around the world.

In the past five years, he had traveled to many countries around the world, collecting anecdotes about magical creatures from various places. Combined with the online writing skills he acquired in his previous life, he finally became a best-selling novelist. He and his respected senior, Gilderoy Lockhart, who was four years older, were called "the two greatest heroes" by fanatical female book fans.

The reason he did these things was due to his golden finger, a cheat for the Butter series called "Training Hermione" (Wizard Education/Innocent Witch). After completing tasks, performing them on the corresponding witches, and achieving relevant achievements, he could obtain system energy and exchange it for rewards. This Butter series cheat could only obtain energy by becoming a professor at Hogwarts, so he had been chasing the position of professor at Hogwarts for the first half of his life.

By bloodline, he was a Muggle-born. In terms of magical talent, he was at best average. However, he studied day and night while in school and put in ten times more effort than his peers to learn magic. With these foundations, he was able to barely graduate from Hogwarts with excellent grades.

In the cruel wizarding world, bloodline inheritance and financial support were the cornerstones for a person to become an outstanding leader, not hard work. Pure-blood families possessed more resources, had magic books that had been passed down for thousands of years to read, and countless alchemical materials to squander. It was difficult for a Muggle-born like Sean to keep up with those people just by hard work.

Therefore, without strong power, he could only choose Lockhart's method to apply to become a professor at Hogwarts, so as to activate the golden finger, improve his strength, and ensure that he could survive the turmoil a few years later. In order to complete his plan, he used the last bit of energy left in his golden finger last month to rescue Bellatrix from Azkaban. He needed a crazy, brave, pure-blood follower who was devoted to him, and Bellatrix was his ideal choice.

Hearing the call from the basement, Sean put down the book in his hand and walked straight into the basement. The scene before him shocked Sean a little. Even though he was experienced in his previous life, this was the first time he had seen such a situation.

Her willow-like waist, wrapped in a white sweater, outlined Bellatrix's graceful figure. The pair of jade legs were trembling slightly because of the numbness, forming a white wave. Especially the peach-like buttocks wrapped in leather shorts, which looked very fleshy. This explosive scene almost made Sean unable to control himself, and he stood there in a daze for a moment.

At this time, Bellatrix seemed happy when she heard Sean's footsteps. Her voice came intermittently from behind the hole in the wall: "Sean, get me out."

Sean's eyes moved slightly when he heard Bellatrix's request. He calmly produced a magic wand from his right hand and hid it behind his back, then walked forward in a pretended anxious manner and asked, "How can I help?"

"Try to pull my legs," Bellatrix replied.

Feeling the strong masculine scent behind her, Bellatrix's body couldn't help but tremble slightly, like a light leaf swaying in the breeze, exuding an indescribable unique charm.

But Sean didn't do as Bellatrix asked. Instead, he squeezed his left hand into the gap between Bellatrix's body and the hole in the wall and began to loosen the short leather pants.

Bellatrix was shocked and angry. "Sean, what are you doing?!" she shouted.

But Sean ignored Bellatrix's protests and continued to act. Until the black leather shorts fell to the ground due to gravity.

When Bellatrix felt that Sean was about to move to the next step, she suddenly got out, turned around, and lunged forward, her movements as smooth as flowing water, all in one go.

But when Bellatrix pounced, she saw Sean standing a few steps away from her. She already knew her plan had been discovered by the man in front of her. She had thought that this cautious man would let down his guard when doing that kind of thing, but she hadn't expected him to still be as cunning as a fox.

Her heart sank, and she made a gesture as if to cast a spell, the words "Avada eats the big melon" were about to come out of her mouth.

Sean saw her mouth move slightly. How did this crazy woman know that he had set up a magical shield? And everything she just did was just a trick to lure him over and make him let his guard down.

Fortunately, he was prepared. "Hanging Bell," he cast, ready to defend himself.