Ivan was told for a while.

Aithea listened quietly from the sidelines, and waited for Ivan to finish before reaching out and rubbing his hair, and said with a smile.

"I'll take care to help you watch them, don't worry about this, you just need to take care of your own study!"

However, Aisya was a little curious about the training method given by Ivan.

She could understand that the battle practice she conducted every evening was to improve the strength of those wizards, but it was a bit of a mystery to let everyone practice running and standing with weights during the day.

"These two items are to train them in discipline and obedience!" Ivan spoke.

Ivan didn't know how the Ministry of Magic trained those Aurors, so he could only start from two directions, improving the personal strength and obedience of Furren and the others!

Especially those wizards from Tumbledown Alley, who are usually idle and don't train well, and when they really need to fight, maybe someone will disobey him and refuse to obey his orders.

"Muggles do this when they train their armies, if you have time, you can go to the Muggle bookstore and buy some books about it, although they are not wizards, they still have some training skills that can be used!" Ivan explained.

Althea nodded thoughtfully, she was the same as Ivan for the first time involved in the work of training wizards, she really didn't have much experience, and it would be good to buy a few books to improve her knowledge in this area.

After explaining the training, Ivan told Althea to be wary of the pure-blood wizards who had just surrendered, and not to forget to send someone to keep an eye on Nott...

Even some inconspicuous little things Ivan repeatedly mentioned.

"Got it, I'll do these things even if you don't say it!" Aisya pinched Ivan's cheek helplessly and said funny. "If you don't have anything else to do, why don't you go to bed? Don't look at how late it is... Don't you have to show me your training method tomorrow? ”

Ivan was relieved and yawned back to his small room...

......

Early the next morning, after Ivan got up and washed, he called Flon and asked him to issue instructions for the assembly and start a new round of special training!

Perhaps because yesterday's battle practice lasted late, three wizards in a row did not arrive on time today, including Josel, who arrived last time.

When Ivan's gaze swept over, the wizards and others who were late were trembling and wanted to explain, but before they could speak, they were interrupted by Ivan's words.

"I think I should have made it very clear before, there is no reason!"

Ivan's eagle-like eyes made the three wizards fall into an ice cellar, and their bodies trembled from time to time as they thought about the punishment they might suffer.

Drill the heart and cut the bone? Or some other kind of black magic?

However, Ivan's so-called punishment is not the same as they thought, the rules are simple, one minute late, one hour in a military position!

Only.. That's it?!

Josel was amazed at how easy the punishment was.

Isn't it just a matter of standing for a while? It didn't seem that difficult, and the slowest among them was only two minutes late, which meant standing for two hours at most...

"Fren, you're in charge of supervising them, and if anyone moves during this time, add another half an hour!" Ivan noticed the expressions of the others, turned his head to look at Fren, and said with a sneer.

"Yes, Lord Hals!" Furren nodded and looked at Josel with pity.

Ivan had already demonstrated it to him before, and he had secretly tried it himself during the break yesterday, so he knew very well how difficult it was to stay still for a few hours.

Mercy is mercy, and Fren did not dare to slack off in the slightest, so he immediately carried Josel and the others out of the crowd, and then regulated their postures.

"Hands on.. Stand upright, tighten your waist... Yes, that's all! Josel, don't you have eyes? Look how they do it..."

Under Fren's reprimand and correction, Josel and the other three wizards quickly stood straight aside in a standard military posture.

"From now on, you'd better not let me see you move!" Fren warned.

Several hapless wizards wanted to nod but didn't dare to move, for fear that Furren would find an excuse to increase the duration.

Josel was the most relaxed, because this time he was just over a minute late, in other words, he only needed to stand for more than an hour!

However, as time passed, the relaxed expression on Josel's face gradually disappeared, and his face became more and more ugly, he felt that he had been standing for a long time, his legs ached, and he was about to lose his footing.

What's more, it's summer, and it's amazingly hot, if not noon.

Josel felt that his back was already wet with sweat, and some beads of sweat slipped down his forehead from time to time, seeping into his clothes, itching and uncomfortable...

Josel wanted to reach out and scratch and wipe the sweat from his forehead, but he still remembered Fren's warning, and didn't dare to move, just turned his gaze to Fren's body to know how much time had passed.

Furren didn't say a word, just like a log, staring at them.

The next minute and second were like torture, and the worst thing was that Josel didn't know how long it would take to end!

In the midst of this entanglement, a drop of sweat dripped from the protective drip through his eyebrows into his eyes, and Josel couldn't help but blink his eyes a few times, and his body shook slightly.

Josel's face changed, and he secretly screamed to himself, and stabilized his body as quickly as he could, hoping that Fren did not see it.

Unfortunately, his reaction was a little late, and Fren's ruthless voice came.

"Add half an hour! Fifty minutes left! ”

Hearing this, Josel's mind was so confused that he almost fell to the ground, and he was very annoyed.

Without this extra time, the punishment would have been over in another twenty minutes, but now he would have to wait another fifty minutes!

After standing for so long, Josel felt like he was about to endure to the limit.

And the more time passes, the worse his form becomes, which means that he may make more mistakes, which is undoubtedly an endless loop.

He finally realized the horror of this punishment, and Josel would have preferred to be hit with a Piercing Heart Curse, which would have been more enjoyable than that...

The only thing that made Josel feel fortunate was that he was not the only one who was punished, and it didn't take long for the two wizards who were punished to follow in his footsteps, and the unlucky one even broke the law three times in a row.

Thinking of this, Josel's heart felt a little better, because he was not the one who had been punished for the longest time...

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