Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 689 Military Training
Although Tierra said that this Dark Arts practice class would introduce the young wizards to firearms and ammunition, ultimately, due to Sumarokov Roman's strong opposition, they had to start with discipline and organization training first.

This is what is commonly known as military training.

After all, according to Sumarokov Roman, allowing such a group of underage wizards to directly handle weapons meant that the greatest danger to them was not the enemies they might encounter in the future, but their companions who were also wielding the same weapons.

Although Roman Sumarokov reached an employment agreement with Tierra and accepted all of Tierra's conditions, he was ultimately a well-trained KGB agent; more profoundly, he was a Red soldier with unwavering beliefs and principles.

Sumarokov Roman strongly opposes allowing untrained children to come into contact with weapons.

Tiera was helpless against Sumarokov Roman's persistence, especially when Sumarokov Roman made objections and acted as if he were about to die a heroic death.

"Alright, alright," Tiera said with a smile, gesturing with her hand in relenting. "We'll focus on discipline in these few lessons. We can talk about live ammunition later."

Sumarokov Roman seemed relieved, clearly having also been under considerable pressure while confronting Tiera.

“However, I have a suggestion,” Tierra said.

"What proposal?" Sumarokov Roman became nervous again.

“Hehe, don’t be nervous, don’t be nervous, don’t make me sound like Hitler or Stalin,” Tyella said. “My suggestion is simple: these young wizards have been used to being undisciplined since they were little. Let alone systematic military training, they’ve hardly ever had even a few classes with a little organization and discipline. The Quidditch team members and Dumbledore’s Army members might be a little better, but the others will probably find it very difficult to accept this kind of systematic military training in a short period of time.” “You’re right,” Sumarokov Roman nodded in agreement. “I could already see it from the running just now; these young wizards lack the most basic sense of organization.”

“To save time and maximize their cohesion, if you really want to give them systematic military training, you can try breaking me up and incorporating me into their training teams,” Tiera said with a smile. “With me leading them, they might be able to get into the swing of things the fastest.”

“Yes, yes, but Mr. Tierra, don’t you have other things to do?” Sumarokov Roman asked doubtfully. “I mean, right now the entire British Wizarding Federation is basically supported by you alone. Won’t it…won’t it have some impact on the British wizarding community if you gather all of them here to accompany these young wizards in this very basic organizational and disciplinary training?”

"Oh? Impact?" One group of Tiera smiled as they looked at Sumarokov Roman, while the other group gazed meaningfully into the distance.

"Will it?" Tierra asked with a smile. "Will anyone take the opportunity to cause trouble?"

Several wisps of black smoke, almost invisible to the naked eye, drifted over central London. No one noticed their arrival, as if they were naturally generated smoke from a chimney in this bustling metropolis.

However, unlike naturally generated smoke, this extremely faint black smoke seems to have a specific trajectory.

After circling London along this particular route, they slowly departed, their departure as unnoticed as their arrival, as if they had never been there at all.

(End of this chapter)