Hogwarts: Becoming the White Lord from Breathing

Chapter 111 Duel Club

That night, the disappearance of Blood Man Barrow caused quite a stir in the common rooms of all four houses.

It was then completely detonated the following day.

The young wizards had a new topic of conversation about the Duel Prince, and they were having a great time talking about it. They would always eagerly discuss every "big thing" Damon did, guess the stories behind it, and simulate his power.

"Can you imagine? Bloody Barrow's roar was heard even by the Slytherins underground, but according to them, Damon's voice was even louder!"

"Isn't that obvious? We all heard him say, 'This has nothing to do with you, with any of you. This is between Blood Man Barrow and Helena. Please, no one, no ghost, step forward!'"

It is said that all the professors were present at the time, except for Professor Lockhart, who missed it.

"Ah, I think I heard someone mention my name?"

Two young wizards in the corridor were held by a pair of large hands.

Professor Lockhart

They were stunned.

Ever since Lockhart caused a mess by using the Smurfs in his first lesson, his classes became extremely ordinary—he started having his students role-play as characters from his books.

This is certainly good, but it inevitably affected his prestige—especially since Damon was unwilling to cooperate with his performance.

Although Lockhart immediately decided to invite Damon to score with him, "This is an honor for the Transformers Master, and there is only one. Others should not be too envious."

But this inevitably led some wizards to be disappointed in him.

The young wizards are no longer as enthusiastic about Lockhart as they were before—although they still respect Professor Lockhart and believe that perhaps he has some unspeakable difficulties—perhaps he doesn't want to be violent with his students? After all, he is so gentle.

"It seems you're talking about something unpleasant?"

"No, no, how could that be?"

Feeling the grip on their shoulders tighten, the two young wizards became somewhat nervous.

"Aha, whatever, I know what you're thinking!"

Lockhart abruptly released his grip, spun around like a peacock, and loudly announced to the young wizards in the aisle:
"That's right. Professor Dumbledore has allowed me to start this little dueling club to train you all thoroughly in case you need to defend yourselves one day, using the methods I have used countless times—for details, please see my published works."

"Yes, that's right, everyone come closer! Come closer! Can everyone see me? Can everyone hear me? That's great!"

A large stack of parchment floated around Lockhart as he laughed and announced the establishment of a dueling club, drawing all attention and discussion to him.

That's how it should be! That's how it should be!

Only Lockhart is the center of everything.

At night, Damon returned to the common room and stretched.

The Auror training itself wasn't too difficult, but convincing Mad-Eye Moody to accelerate his learning progress was consistently unsuccessful.

"The more talented you are, the more I want you to patiently learn everything. This is for your own good! Learning more now is always better than failing when chasing criminals in the future. See my nose and eyes?! I lost them all in the process of fighting against dark magic. Do you want to end up like me?"

Moody has already gone this far, what else can he say?

Another fruitless attempt.

"Damon, you're finally back!"

As soon as he returned to the common room, a group of Gryffindors came up to him, ushered him to the notice board, and started pointing at the words on the parchment and chattering away.

"Duel Club! You have to go! This is the stage that was born for you!"

"Professor Snape and Professor Lockhart together! Professor Snape as his assistant, okay? It's a bit annoying, but it's a real wizard duel! We can duel!"

"We should have learned some dueling techniques a long time ago; we'll definitely need them in the future!"

Everyone was ecstatic. Harry and Ron stood beside Damon, shouting loudly, more excited than anyone else. After more than a month of practice, they believed that their progress in spells had far surpassed that of their peers. In class, their performance had begun to catch up with Hermione. Only Malfoy could rival them. Something had happened to that annoying guy, and he had become somewhat different from before.

He stopped mocking Hermione for being a Mudblood and reduced his provocations and ridicule towards Harry and Ron, but he was clearly working harder than ever in his studies.

"Okay, I'll go see it next week."

Faced with the excited crowd and the witches who were secretly following him and practically glued to him, Damon agreed in person.

Although with his current level of spellcasting prowess, the Duel Club couldn't teach him anything, including the current second-year curriculum. If he wanted, he could use his class time to study on his own much faster than spending his time in class.

However, having been given a second chance at life, and with such a long lifespan, he has plenty of time to savor the feelings of each stage, so what is there to rush about?
Nicolas Flamel lived for over six hundred years with the help of the Philosopher's Stone, and he could have continued living with it had he not chosen to end his life.

Damon figured he could do what the other person could do.

In a lifespan that could potentially last a thousand years, he will have to think more about how to make himself more comfortable.

According to Dumbledore, for powerful wizards, "death is just another great adventure," and perhaps the afterlife holds even more fun.

Although Damon felt that he, who was greedy for life, would definitely find a way to live on, even if he became a ghost, he would continue to live on. This may be the Chinese people's obsession with immortality.

He doesn't yet have the nonchalant attitude to calmly face death.

Inside Snape's office.

Another mental battle has ended.

"You seem to be having some troubles lately. You've given yourself away."

Snape caught a glimpse of Damon's memories; he saw a corner of the Ministry of Magic and Mad-Eye Moody's roaring face. Strange, when did this kid get involved with the Aurors?
Of course, the reason he said that was actually to tell Damon, "I saw your memories, and if you mind, we'll stop training."

"Ah, just as you can see, there's a stubborn old man who's a bit hard to persuade."

Damon rubbed his temples, not dwelling on the matter, and immediately changed the subject:
"But you, Professor, I never expected you to be willing to be an assistant to someone as incompetent as Lockhart?"

(End of this chapter)