Back home.

The final feast went the same as I had thought. Dumbledore boosting up the Griffyndors with some last-minute points. Indeed the students deserved it. Hell, they bypassed a Cerebrus and broke a magical chess set. But I always thought he could have given the points before the speech. It seemed like he made Slytherin students bask in the glory for a moment before kicking them down and telling them 'Gotcha suckers'.

Soon it was time for goodbyes. I too went unnoticed to Hogsmeade and made my way to the beach villa. Misky was so happy to see me, that she started humming a tune while cleaning up. Soon I setup a parchment in my study.

[Dear Miss Skeeter.

I have come across a juicy piece of information that you might need to peruse at your own leisure. John Dawlish, ex Auror and Hogwarts Professor has died in a conflict within the castle. I am not aware of the exact details but the ministry sure knows about it, I have heard some dark wizard is involved in it. Apparently, Hogwarts was housing an artifact guarded by a Cerebrus within the castle's 3rd floor. Please ask the students for the headmaster's start of the year speech.

PS. Dumbledore is an accomplished leglimens. Do not keep eye contact if you come across him.

Sincerely, Your admirer.]

"Sky, deliver this to Miss Skeeter," I said and gave her some treats.

"What new template do we have for the training room?" I asked the system.

[John Dawlish+Voldermort wraith+1000 soul strings combo added to the training room, the system suggest you start small. Just Dawlish, then add the wraith and then the combo]

"Why cant I spar with the combo?"

[Because it would be useless. May I remind you that you did not defeat the entity during the Battle of Stone, you sucker-punched his ass. That victory is not a testament to your skill but your shamelessness.]

"Yo Yo, you don't have to be mean about it. I know I sucker-punched him because that was the only way." I said.

[Well too bad you can't sucker-punch him within the training arena. He is going to go all out from the get go and unlike the 'WEWe' babbling mind freak you are going to face a boss.]

"I get it. Let's load up Dawlish then."

[New Mission - Defeat the combo creature within the next year. Reward - Holy hand grenade schematics. (Known as the handiwork of Necromancer Gimbli Ogasu who had nothing to do with holy, this item is so far from holy that the idea of holy is a dot to it. Gimbli was fascinated by muggle rockets he saw in China in the 13th century which made him create a similar item for the wizarding world. But before he could publish it, the first test of the grenade claimed his life. Since the grenade took the life of the Dark wizard Gimbli who would have otherwise started a wizarding world war with it, the system named the item as Holy hand grenade.)]

"Holy shit that's a good reward" I whistled and started the simulated fight with Dawlish.

Dawlish was on his broom. He flew up and started raining spells on me left and right. Bombardas and cutting spells started throwing up dust from the ground. There was nowhere to hide. I used a protection spell and deflected the cutting spells and sent my combo of stupefy-incarcerous-expelliramus just like I always do. But he managed to dodge the spells with extreme maneuverability of the broom. It seems like having an areal advantage does make duels easier.

I started terraforming the ground with transfiguration while dodging his onslaught of spells. Most of the missing me by an inch. I started to feel my endurance falling due to the constant movement. But the field was soon transformed into a warzone, with trenches and low raise mounds where I could rest for a second or two while Dawlish searches for me. I employed the hiding method but because of all the dust flying around, it was useless. I understood this weakness of the UHM method in the last spar with Snape. UHM was not intangible and a wide area sweep using water or sand will reveal my location.

I finally got a hit on his broom, as he was falling down I sent a baulbillius-petrificus totalus-stupefy combo. The lightning spark jinx did hit true, but he shook off the effects of the jinx and used a softening charm to land while simultanously blocking all my binding spells. Now the bout was on the ground. I did have cover from all the transfigured mounds and trenches, which I used to launch multiple spells at him sneakly. He was not an auror for nothing. He started anticipating my moves and soon made covers for himself. I so badly wanted to use a fiendfyre, but that would be sheer magical power and not skill. I needed to beat him in skill.

I sent out an overpowered avis at his face and a bombarda at his feet. While he dealt with the transfigured birds, the bombarda hit true, blasting his face full of sand. The second a momentary lapse in his concentration happened was all I wanted to close the distance, sent out a light removing nox and stab him with my dagger.

'I should learn how to fly' I thought.

[New mission - Make yourself proficient in areal magic. As a candidate to become a great wizard how can you stand on the ground looking up like a fool as your enemy sent hex after hex at you? Reward - Playbook of areal battle maneuvers by Barn Bad Shrinkly. (Barn Bad Shrinkly was an outstanding OG Creaothceann player who played it at its inception. Creaothceann was an exceptionally violent and often fatal game that originated in Scotland. A large number of boulders were charmed to hover in the air and each player had a cauldron strapped to his/her head. A horn was sounded, the rocks were released, and the players would fly around on their broomsticks trying to catch as many rocks in their cauldron as possible. The winner was the player who caught the most rocks (this game has been outlawed for many years). He died when he tried one of the most impossible maneuvers in his playbook, 'the double-headed hydra.')]

"Can I ask you something system, are all your rewards taken from dead wizards?"

[The dead do not need possessions. I look down on those wizards who stored gold and other stuff for their afterlife. Plus I did not steal, I just appropriated it on their behalf.]

"What in Merlin's name does that even mean?"

[It means I'll be-hav(f)ing it in their stead.]

"So you are a gravedigger" I was amused by the antics of the system.