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Training and Discoveries
More than a week had passed since Einar started teaching at Hogwarts, and although he was slowly getting used to it, something constantly gave him a headache: the students were incredibly weak. Some of the older ones showed some talent with magic, but physically... in Skyrim, those kids wouldn't last more than a couple of days, and only thanks to their magic.
He had created a place to train the students, strengthening their bodies as well as their minds. But it seemed like it needed adjustment since most of them couldn't even lift the weights made from tree trunks, which barely weighed a hundred kilograms.
"Maybe I should train them like they're five-year-olds," Einar muttered to himself, staring at the paper where he had written down the training routines the students would endure in the upcoming classes.
Knock, knock.
"Come in," Einar said without taking his eyes off his notes.
The door opened, and Professor McGonagall entered the office with a stern expression. She approached with firm steps, her eyes locked on him.
"Professor Einar, I hope we can have a little chat," McGonagall said bluntly.
Einar stopped what he was doing and turned to give her his full attention. Something about her posture told him this wasn't a casual conversation.
"Both I and the other teachers are receiving constant complaints about your training methods. They're too harsh and have no relation to magic," McGonagall said in a cold, controlled voice. "Furthermore, many of those exercises endanger the students' health. And if that wasn't enough, it seems you are teaching them how to forge and use weapons. What you are proposing is absurd. This is a school of magic, not a military training camp."
Einar raised a hand, calmly interrupting her.
"I'm going to stop you for a moment to ask you a question."
McGonagall frowned at the interruption but nodded.
"Go ahead."
"Have all the students you've ever had died of natural causes or old age? Are they all living peacefully, without worries, enjoying a calm life in the magical world?" Einar asked, his eyes locked onto hers with intensity.
"Excuse me... What do you mean by that?" McGonagall replied, slightly puzzled.
"I mean that outside these walls, the world is cruel. How many of your students have been attacked by werewolves or vampires? How many died facing trolls or simply by choosing a dangerous job that, with a single mistake, cost them their lives? If I'm not mistaken, Charlie Weasley was your student and works with dragons. A single failure from his companions holding the chains, and he could die burned alive."
McGonagall was silent for a moment. She knew Einar was right. Not all her students had met a safe and peaceful fate. It was a burden she had carried for a long time.
"It's true, Professor Einar. Not all of my students are still alive... And I remind myself of that every day. But that doesn't justify teaching them how to use blades. Your duty as the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor should be to teach them magic to protect themselves. Not swords, nor axes. That belongs to another type of warrior," she said firmly, though with a note of sadness in her voice.
"And what about Godric Gryffindor?" Einar asked with interest. "He was a wizard who used a sword, wasn't he?"
"That was in ancient times, Mr. Einar. It's not a valid example for today's world."
Einar let out a sigh, but his gaze remained steady.
"Then, I'm sorry to disappoint you, Professor McGonagall. But I am a warrior who also knows magic, and that combination makes me stronger than most of the professors here. I demonstrated that day in the Forbidden Forest. And as a teacher, I want my students to be strong enough to survive both inside and outside this school. I will not change my methods. And if any professor has a problem with that, they can challenge me to a duel... to the death, if necessary. My priority is to keep my students alive, even if they hate me for subjecting them to Nordic training."
McGonagall remained motionless, surprised by Einar's declaration. But at the same time, she began to understand his personality and intentions better.
"At the very least..." she said with a somewhat softer but still serious voice, "allow the students to make it to their next classes alive, Professor Einar. Don't make their burden so heavy that it breaks them before it makes them strong."
Einar nodded slowly.
"I'll do my best."
McGonagall turned around and elegantly left the office, leaving Einar reflecting on their conversation while he went back to writing down exercises. Ironically, he had now added several more, considering the complaints McGonagall had mentioned.
Knock, knock.
The door sounded again.
Sigh. "Come in," said Einar with a bit of tiredness, thinking it would be another one of the professors.
"I'm sorry, Professor Einar. Is this a bad time?" Hermione asked as she peeked her head in alongside Harry.
"No. Come in," Einar replied quickly.
Then Harry and Hermione entered the office.
"So, what brings you here?" Einar asked with a smile.
"Well... I, uh, to be honest, that day you caught me... I was actually looking for information about what the dragon told us," Harry said with a bit of nervousness.
"I see. And?" Einar said with interest.
"I didn't find anything," Harry responded, his voice heavy. "I looked in the Restricted Section of the library and found nothing." His tone showed exhaustion.
"I also searched through stories and legends to see if there was anything, but I didn't find anything either," Hermione quickly added.
"Well, that student was a pupil here when he was young, right?" Einar asked thoughtfully.
"Yes. Hagrid was also a student when Vold... Tom Riddle studied at Hogwarts. He framed Hagrid to get him expelled," Harry quickly said with anger.
"Then it makes sense. The headmaster hid all the books and stories related to that topic. Probably out of fear that another student might get the stupid idea of trying something like that again," Einar explained quickly.
"But that would mean the headmaster knew all along that the Dark Lord had split his soul and wouldn't be killed unless those fragments were destroyed," Hermione said with a worried tone.
"And if he knew about my scar, he should have gone looking for the others, right?" Harry added with frustration.
"If the book you handed him was one, he should have understood that there were more. So he should have gone looking for them. But, as we said, should have. We don't actually know if he's doing it or not," Einar said thoughtfully.
As they spoke, Einar kept an eye on one of the paintings in his office with interest. He had noticed that one of the characters drawn within was listening to everything while pretending to be distracted. Then, quickly, it switched with another and ran off, trying to hide.
Since arriving at that office, Einar had learned to pay attention to those paintings. After all, upon meeting Sir Cadogan, he realized that all the paintings were connected to each other for some strange reason. It was like an information network for Dumbledore. And now, he had it confirmed.
"Putting that aside for now. How's your training going?" Einar asked with a smile.
"Ugh... Let's just say it's getting better," Harry responded with some pain.
"Professor, can't you lower the difficulty a little? After your classes, we can barely make it to the next one, and at dawn, we wake up with muscle pain all over our bodies," Hermione quickly said. "Luckily, the nurse has potions that help us."
"Potions for muscle pain?" Einar's interest was piqued instantly. He remembered reading something similar in one of his books, so he quickly got up to search for it in his office library.
After flipping through the pages rapidly, he finally found the recipe. And, luckily for him, it was easy to make.
"You're a genius, Hermione. Twenty points to Gryffindor," Einar said as he gave Hermione a hug and then hurried off to his room to prepare those potions.
Hermione, after Einar's quick hug, was left surprised and in shock while Harry looked at her curiously.
"Are you okay, Hermione?" Harry asked, confused.
"Yes... Come on, we have to do our homework," Hermione quickly said as she nearly ran out of Einar's office to hide her blushing face.
"Didn't we finish our homework before coming here?" Harry said, not understanding, but quickly followed his friend.
Once he arrived at his room, Einar began making potions swiftly, following the recipe in his hand to the letter. His intention was to prepare it in the conventional way first, and once he succeeded, find a way to improve it.
After several minutes of intense work, the potion was finally ready. Without wasting time, he decided to start testing it, and of course, the most suitable test subject for this type of experiment was himself.
He quickly headed to the Forbidden Forest, where he began lifting objects much heavier than he was used to. His idea was to exhaust his muscles to the maximum to test the potion's effectiveness immediately.
After several tests that lasted all night, Einar had a somewhat clear idea of its function.