37 A DAY AT SHAGWARTS (2/2)
He almost chocked over his tea, making Madhu worried.
Neville came forward and timidly sat on the stool. The puppet circled around him and finally spoke.
”Timid and fat...go to the Lion house.”
The puppet said and waved his hand, shooing the student away. As Neville went towards the Lion house's dining table, the teacher called out other names.
”Ronald Beverley !”
”Hermoine Stranger !”
”Draco Failboy !”
Param felt his mind collapse with each familiar name, and even familiar faces. Except for their pointy ears, their appearance wasn't much different from what he had in mind.
Finally the teacher spoke a name which make the students gasp.
”Harry Carpenter !”
”Are you okay ?”
Madhu asked Param, who was making terrible faces all this while.
”I'm...fine.”
He reassured her as he watched a familiar figure. The student named Harry wore round glasses, and had a lightning mark on his forehead. His face was a little dirty as he sat on the small stool. The puppet approached him and circled around.
”Hmmm... A useless person with excellent ability to hog other people's credit ! You will live like a king, and other people will needlessly toil for you...You shall belong to the Lion house !”
The other students cheered like mob characters while Param clutched his chest, feeling an acute pain.
*****
The Grasslands, Human Continent.
The Citadel was the only city in the Grasslands, and all the major clans had their residences here. Outside the city, hundreds of tents stood filled with young and strong men. There were many large training grounds in between them, where the soldiers were trained.
”What kind of training is this ?”
The men grumbled as they stood still in the sun. The people of the grasslands were unfamiliar with the military practices in the Dynasty, and could not understand why they had to stand for three hours in the sun without doing anything. The training became more ridiculous by the day, as they had to run more than ten laps in the morning, and had to do sit ups, push ups, and many other exercises.
Although they were dissatisfied, they didn't dare to speak out. Their leader was just a teen kid, but he was extremely decisive and ruthless. There was no one in the militia who didn't know the name- Chandragupta !
It was afternoon when some carriages arrived, bearing the insignia of one of the major clans, the Bakwas Clan. The door opened and a fat man with small eyes and round nose walked out. The man had thick fingers and his neck had disappeared, making him look like a frog. He arrogantly walked into the tent of the militia's leader and saw a young teenager studying a map inside along with another middle aged person. It was the map of the Grasslands.
”Why are you here, Maurya kid ? Shouldn't you be in your 'great' dynasty ?”
The young man chuckled as he heard the fat man's comment and picked up a whip.
”Indeed, but I heard that many years ago, there were some deserters who betrayed the Great Maurya Dynasty and fled to create their own clans in the Grasslands.”
The fat man's face contorted and he snorted loudly.
”Bullsh*t !”
He saw a nearby chair and began to sit in it.
Chandragupta looked at him ferociously and whipped towards his direction. The whip traveled faster than the speed of sound and tangled itself on one of the chair's leg. He pulled with force, and the chair moved, appearing behind him.
As the young teenager sat he spoke arrogantly while looking at the fat man.
”Only two people have the ability to sit on the Throne. One is the Indra of the Celestial Realm above, and the other is this Maurya of the Mortal Realm below !”
The fat man quivered, and he realized that this young man was indeed a Maurya. Be it the style, strength or momentum, everything was just unbeatable.
The middle aged man laughed as he watched this scene and patted the fat man's back.
”It is wise to submit. You are not a match for the imperial prince.”
The fat man gulped and nodded. He was an experienced person and knew how to reap benefits with minimum efforts.