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Night Rounds and Battle Medals
After an exhausting class where the students could barely hold a hammer for more than a few minutes before ending up drenched in sweat and collapsing to the ground, Einar realized something crucial.
They needed to train their muscles. If the fifth-year students were like this, it was evident future classes would be a disaster if their physical condition didn't improve. Determined to solve the problem, he quickly went to speak with Hagrid to help him create a suitable training area for everyone.
"Do you think this log is light enough for the students?" Hagrid asked as he lifted half a tree the size of himself with one hand, trying to gauge its weight.
"Let me see," Einar replied, easily taking the log from Hagrid's hands and examining it carefully. "Hmm... It might be a bit too much for kids who have never exercised in their lives."
Gently, he lowered the log to the ground, pulled out an axe, and split it into three sections.
"That should do it. Approximately one hundred load capacities," he said proudly.
"Does that mean kilograms?" Hagrid asked, a bit confused. However, his eyes fixed on Einar's bare torso, noticing something else. "I have to say, it's the first time I've seen someone with so many scars."
Although Einar was small, his muscles were sharply defined, compressed to avoid interfering in combat. But the most striking feature was the number of scars covering his torso and back, each one with a story carved into his skin.
"They're like the medals of my battles," Einar replied with a proud smile as he looked at his scars, recalling his many fights. "For example, this one..." he said, pointing at one near his heart.
"There was an extremely powerful warrior called the Ebony Warrior. I'd say he's among the top three strongest foes I've ever faced. A true fighter searching for a worthy opponent to be sent to Sovngarde. During our battle, I almost died countless times. A genuine warrior until the end, nearly unbeatable. But in the end... I emerged victorious."
His smile, full of excitement and pride, was impossible to hide. But then, he suddenly stopped and glanced toward the castle with a mocking expression before nodding and returning to his work.
Meanwhile, high up in the castle, Mad-Eye Moody and Dumbledore were watching from a window.
"That brat saw me, ha ha ha. Alright, Dumbledore, I'll keep my eye on him. But only that. I still owe him one for his rescue, and I think I would've done the same if I were in his shoes," Moody said with interest as his magical eye followed Einar closely.
"Sorry for the peculiar request, Alastor. But the boy is incredibly strong, and I wouldn't want him to end up heading toward darkness," Dumbledore replied seriously.
"He doesn't seem like someone who could be easily deceived," Moody replied as he glanced at the elderly headmaster.
"It's just as a precaution, Alastor," Dumbledore said before walking away again.
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After finishing creating the training area with Hagrid, Einar went to take a bath, but just then, Professor McGonagall appeared to inform him that the professors took turns patrolling the corridors for restless students, and that day it was his turn.
Not giving it much importance, Einar began patrolling randomly through the dark and ancient corridors of Hogwarts.
"I could take this chance to explore if there are hidden places," he murmured as his gaze landed on a massive painting with an evident secret mechanism at the top.
However, before he could do anything, he heard soft footsteps nearby. He turned instantly, ignoring the mechanism and focusing on the noise. But the footsteps stopped. Einar stood still, scanning the area with his eyes until his gaze locked onto a specific point.
"Interesting... I can't see you or sense you. It's as if you're not in front of me. But whatever you're using to hide yourself is doing it so well it ends up being obvious. Well, at least to me," Einar said calmly, without looking away from that point.
"H-How did you notice, professor?" Harry said in surprise as he took off the Invisibility Cloak, unable to hide his nervousness.
"If you're in a field full of noisy crickets, but there's a spot where you hear nothing, that's suspicious," Einar explained as he looked at the cloak with interest. "And that is...?"
"It's the Invisibility Cloak my father left me," Harry responded with a trembling voice, fearing Einar would confiscate it while trying to hide a parchment he was carrying in his pocket.
"A good item... It would be very useful for assassinations and infiltrations. But using it in a school..." Einar narrowed his eyes. "Where were you headed?"
"I... I was just a bit hungry, so I was heading to the kitchen," Harry replied quickly.
Einar stared at him for a few seconds, increasing the young wizard's discomfort.
"You're very bad at lying. Has anyone ever told you that? "Einar commented calmly.
"I...
"It's fine. Go to your room. I'll pretend I didn't see you "said Einar calmly, turning around to continue his patrol.
Harry, feeling relieved, ran straight to his room without looking back.
Meanwhile, Einar continued his walk through the dark and silent corridors of Hogwarts, memorizing every turn, staircase, and hidden corridor. He already had an almost complete mental map of the castle.
"You're the new professor! "shouted a vibrant-colored ghost that appeared out of nowhere. His face showed a mischievous and joyful expression. "Ha ha ha! Try this! "he said, launching several cream pies at Einar with nearly deranged enthusiasm.
Einar observed him calmly, dodging the pies effortlessly.
"Don't dodge them! Take this! "the ghost shouted, starting to throw anything he could get his hands on without mercy.
None of it could touch Einar, who was starting to get bored of the commotion. He raised his hand calmly, pointing at the ghost.
"Bane of the Undead.
A white light shot from Einar's palm, hitting the spirit with precision.
"Ouch, ouch, ouch! What...? Ouch! "screamed the ghost, writhing in pain but not being destroyed as Einar expected.
"What? "Einar murmured, visibly confused. That spell should have purified the ghost immediately.
"What did you do to me, you fiend?! "yelled the spirit, now furious, and began manipulating nearby armors, making them march toward Einar with murderous intent.
Einar watched the scene with interest, showing not a trace of concern. He raised his hand again and cast another spell.
"Repel Undead.
The ghost froze for an instant before his eyes filled with terror.
"Aaaah! The devil! He's going to eat me! "he screamed as he shot through the nearest wall, leaving the armors crashing to the ground with a loud clatter.
"How strange... 'Repel Undead' is meant for weak creatures, while 'Bane' should affect the most powerful ones... Why didn't it work? "Einar wondered aloud as he analyzed the situation.
"Pardon me for the interruption, young warrior, but perhaps I can offer an answer "said a man in full armor and sword from one of the nearby paintings, watching with interest.
"What would that answer be? "Einar asked, turning his gaze to the painting.
"That troublemaker is Peeves, a poltergeist, not a common ghost "the knight responded seriously.
"Poltergeist? Interesting... It doesn't matter as long as he doesn't bother me "Einar said nonchalantly, giving the man in the painting a respectful look.
"Forgive my rudeness. I am Sir Cadogan, former knight of the Round Table "he introduced himself proudly, bowing ceremoniously.
"A pleasure, Sir Cadogan. My name is Einar Dovakiihn "Einar replied, returning the greeting with respect.
"Sir Einar, you remind me of my old comrades "said Cadogan with a nostalgic smile. "I will return to my rounds, but if you ever need a noble heart and a steel tendon, do not hesitate to call upon me, Sir Cadogan. "With that, he began moving between the paintings, causing some of the drawn characters to wake up and glare at him in annoyance.
"Well, I should continue with my rounds too "said Einar, feeling a bit tired after hours of patrolling without finding any other student outside their room. It was already time to switch shifts with another professor.
Finally, he encountered Snape, who approached with his typical look of irritation upon seeing Einar. As always, he didn't say a word more than necessary and limited himself to nodding with evident displeasure before walking away.
Einar didn't pay him much attention either and simply headed to his room to rest.