#455 - Chapter 455 I would like you to move

Having received Sebastian's permission, Hermione cheered and ran upstairs.

Harry grinned. There was nothing happier than training with his friends. He followed Ron upstairs to help him pack.

Ginny looked longingly at Mrs. Weasley. She also wanted to train together, especially with Harry.

"Mom, can I go too?" Ginny asked tentatively, her voice filled with anticipation and nervousness.

Mrs. Weasley looked at her little daughter with tenderness, her eyes revealing reluctance and helplessness. To be honest, after hearing about the intensity of Harry's training, she was a little reluctant to let her little daughter suffer.

However, having experienced the last wizarding war, she was very aware of the cruelty of war. She knew that her two brothers had died in the battle with the Death Eaters.

Now that the Weasley family had clearly sided with Dumbledore and turned the Burrow into the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix, the Dark Lord and the Death Eaters definitely hated their family to the bone.

Under such circumstances, spoiling Ginny would only harm her. After all, war would come sooner or later, and only absolute strength would guarantee survival.

Therefore, Mrs. Weasley gently hugged Ginny, then looked into her eyes and firmly encouraged her: "Go ahead, practice your spells well, and don't waste Professor Swann's teaching."

The children were very quick. After only ten minutes, they dragged their suitcases and came to Sebastian with excitement, ready to go.

Since the Burrow had become the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix, Mr. Weasley directly closed the Floo Network in the fireplace for safety reasons. In addition, an Anti-Apparition Charm was set up here, so anyone who wanted to travel had to come outside the Burrow's yard.

Sebastian waved his wand and put the little ones' luggage into his undetectable extension bag. Then, he said goodbye to Mr. and Mrs. Weasley and led the little ones to the gate.

Then, he took out a Portkey and took everyone back to Swann Manor.

To Sebastian's surprise, as soon as he returned to Swann Manor, he saw Neville, looking dazed, chatting with Mia. Besides him, there was also a large suitcase.

Sebastian chuckled. The Longbottoms were really impatient. They had sent Neville over as soon as they got home, without waiting even one night.

Looking at his companions, Neville was extremely embarrassed. To be honest, he was still a little confused.

He was already in bed, ready to sleep, but the Longbottoms, who had been driven home, dragged him out of bed without explanation.

The two of them divided the work. Frank helped Neville pack his luggage briefly, while Alice contacted Mia through the magic phone and explained the situation to her.

After receiving Mia's permission, the two pushed and shoved Neville into the fireplace, which stunned Neville's grandmother.

In this way, Neville arrived at Swann Manor one step ahead of Sebastian and the others through the Floo Network.

"Professor..." Seeing Sebastian, Neville immediately stood up, his face flushed, looking a little uneasy. "I'm sorry, my parents are a little anxious. They asked me to say sorry to you."

"It's okay," Sebastian patted him gently on the shoulder. "I can understand your parents' feelings."

After a brief greeting, Sebastian returned the little ones' luggage to them. Then, he summoned the house-elf to prepare a glass of milk for each of them.

"It's getting late," Sebastian said with a smile. "Drink your milk and go to bed early. Jeff will help you arrange your rooms. If you need anything, just tell it."

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The next morning, Swann Manor became lively.

After breakfast, the little ones came to the living room, waiting for Sebastian to arrange their training tasks for the day.

Looking at the companions around him, Harry sighed slightly in his heart.

Alas......

If Draco were here too, that would be great. Everyone could work hard together.

He must be very envious if he heard about this special training.

"Except for Ginny, you will all be in your fifth year after the start of school," Sebastian's voice rang out, bringing Harry back to his senses. "So, today we won't have special training first, but do something more important—career counseling."

"In theory, career counseling will be arranged in the second semester of the fifth year, and Professor McGonagall will help you with the counseling."

"But I don't mind sharing some of Professor McGonagall's work, and I think your efforts will be more meaningful after you have clarified your life goals."

As he said that, Sebastian took out a thick stack of materials and placed them in front of everyone.

"This morning, I have to go out to do something. You can take a look at these employment materials first, and then we'll talk separately when I come back in the afternoon."

After briefly explaining the precautions for the employment materials to the little ones, Sebastian came to Diagon Alley through the fireplace.

Passing through the bustling crowd, he came to a small shop on the south side of Diagon Alley.

The facade was old, and the gold paint on the signboard had peeled off, but it was famous in the wizarding world because its name was—Ollivanders.

As written on the signboard: "Makers of Fine Wands since 382 B.C.", its long history and excellent quality make Ollivanders Wand Shop the preferred wand supplier for British wizards, and most wizards' first wands are selected here.

Everyone says that Mr. Ollivander is a mature and stable wizard, and he can always help you choose the most suitable wand.

For many wizards, the first wand is not only a tool, but also an important partner that accompanies them throughout their lives. And this symbolic meaning makes the wand shop owner, Mr. Ollivander, enjoy a high status in the wizarding world. No matter where he goes, he can receive respect and reverence.

However, this person who was mature and stable in the eyes of everyone immediately ran out from behind the counter with shining eyes after seeing Sebastian.

"Sebastian, are you here to maintain your wand? Judging by the time, you should have come long ago. I don't charge you money, why are you avoiding me every day?"

Ollivander kept nagging, taking a sign and walking towards the door.

"Wait a moment, let me hang up the closed sign first, so as not to be disturbed by other customers."

"Mr. Ollivander," Sebastian said with a smile, "Besides maintaining my wand, I have something more important to discuss with you."

"Diagon Alley is no longer safe, I would like to ask you to move."