" Go to the institute and talk to Roger. I'm sure he needs help and your feedback will help him improve his products." He left.I could see this would ...be a battle of technology against numbers. I knew no battle tactics so I left an Under Elder in charge along with Nor and went to the institute and met up with Nan who was at her computer. "Let's see what is in the computers about battle tactics and plans, Nan."She set up some search parameters but very little resulted and none of it was helpful.. "And that reminds me. You have to go too, Imogen."Imogen moaned."If only Professor Dumbledore would recover. He wouldn't have made me sit in on Divination. Or History. Herbology's ok with Sprout. But Divinitation?"McGonnagal had decreed a few weeks earlier that Imogen, having caught up with her peers in her chosen subjects of Defence against the Dark Arts, Transfiguration, Potions and Charms, now had the time to learn something of the subjects she'd missed. Since then, Imogen had attended. “Okay, rules,” Vayne said as they passed a few doors. “No fights whatsoever on the meals, in the nights and the partys. If you get involved in any fight and it definitely wasn’t self-defence, you are getting punished properly.”“Meaning?” Sett asked kindly. “Do you have an old torture-device down in your basement?”“Maybe,” Vayne said with a laugh. “But I have my own methods. This is my house after all. Either way, if you just can’t help yourself, there will be the annual tournament in the arena. The story may seem like a bit long, but I would like to keep it that way so that I can narrate each and everything. All the names or persons and places (a slight deviation) in this story have been changed in order to maintain the confidentiality.I, Robert, aged 29 now and I am married. I am basically from Kerala and currently living and working in Mumbai (Navi-Mumbai). And this happened almost a year ago. You guys might know of those dating smartphone applications. There are a hell lot of them.