Felix Felicis Had Not Worn Off Yet

"Sean? What are you doing alone in the dorm in broad daylight?" His roommate Terry Boot, walked in.

"Check if the monster in the Chamber of Secrets has sneaked into our dorm room," Sean said with a smile.

It was clearly a joke, but Terry Boot actually nodded seriously. "Sean, you're quite vigilant."

The effects of Felix Felicis were still present, and as long as the effects lasted, he was the luckiest person at Hogwarts, and also the most trustworthy.

"Oh, by the way, Sean, I ran into the Weasley brothers when I came from the playground. They seemed to be talking about something, saying they had a surprise for you," Terry said.

"It's a pity I found out beforehand."

Terry shrugged. "Those two brothers usually only bring shocks, never surprises—oh, right, this is for you." Terry handed over a nicely packaged small gift box.

"Happy birthday, buddy," he said with a smile.

"Thank you, Terry." Sean smiled as he accepted the gift, appropriately showing his surprise and happiness.

Despite the effects of Felix Felicis, he felt no emotional turmoil, but Sean felt he still needed to make a good impression on his friend who was offering him a gift.

Moreover, he almost completely forgot that it was his birthday.

After thanking Terry Boots again, he picked up his coat and left the dorm room.

The effects of Felix Felicis hadn't worn off yet, Sean felt he should go find the Weasley brothers.

He arrived at the Common Room, where Sean, who usually received a warm welcome, was ignored this time. But that was normal, because he didn't want to be disturbed.

As Sean walked out of the Common Room, he saw a petite figure going up the stairs; it was Stephanie, whom he had been ignoring.

He smiled and took the initiative to step forward and greet them.

"Good day, Miss Ollivander."

Stephanie was completely surprised that Sean would come up and say hello; in the past, he had always completely ignored her.

"Hello, Sean." Stephanie, who was usually aloof, seemed a little flustered for some reason.

She didn't know what was wrong with her.

"It's so nice to see you... Oh, by the way, I have something to tell you," Sean said.

"Please speak..." Stephanie's pale neck twitched slightly. She was a little nervous, but also a little happy. In any case, at least Sean was willing to take the initiative to talk to her.

Sean took a step forward and looked directly into the other man's dark pupils.

Stephanie had just come up the stairs and was standing at the bottom of the steps. She was already petite, but when she looked at Sean on the steps, she was almost two heads shorter.

The girl didn't speak, and her expression remained unchanged. She raised her head higher so that Sean could see her eyes more clearly.

"I just wanted to remind you—" Sean's smile grew even brighter, his posture upright and elegant, like a true gentleman, "Today is my birthday, and it's been a year since you gave me that Monocle."

"It was just a simple reminder, nothing more." Sean seemed completely oblivious to Stephanie's gradually lowering head. He looked at the silver whorl on her head and added clearly, word by word.

"I understand," Stephanie said, her head bowed low, her delicate face showing embarrassment and dejection that no one could see.

"That's all, have a great day." Sean's smile remained unchanged, and he quickly walked past the girl.

"I'm sorry..." came a low voice from behind, but he completely ignored it.

Long after Sean left, Stephanie finally let out a soft breath and raised her head, which had been hanging down. Her small face remained expressionless, except for the knuckles of her hands, which were white from gripping the ancient book tightly.

Sean walked happily along the stone corridor of the castle. This was probably one of his principles: if you make me unhappy, I will find a chance to make you unhappy too.

In the past, a major reason he had ignored Stephanie was Grindelwald; he didn't know her relationship with that strange old man, Sean was worried the girl might tell on him or something...

Okay, Sean admits he was quite genuine... After all, Grindelwald's temper changes much faster than the weather in England.

But under the influence of Felix Felicis, he felt he should do it once, just to vent his anger and annoy the other side.

After the brief, pleasant incident, Sean quickly put it out of his mind and headed towards the broom shed on the first floor.

That was where the Weasley twins often stayed.

On the way from the Ravenclaw Tower to the first floor of the castle, Sean didn't encounter anyone except Stephanie; otherwise, he would have been surrounded by people greeting him and patting him on the shoulder.

As he turned past the men's restroom, he heard voices inside.

"Do you think that the castle is safe now, so you can act alone, Mr. Potter?" Snape's deep, slow voice rang out.

Sean's lips curled up slightly; it seemed Harry was in trouble with Snape again.

He casually leaned against the outer wall of the bathroom, where he could clearly hear the sounds coming from inside. Although eavesdropping was impolite—who could resist the 'love-hate' relationship between Snape and Harry?

"Snape —Professor," Harry's voice was curt, "It's just a few steps from here to the Great Hall, and I've been carrying my rooster with me the whole time."

"But you still defied the professors' announcement—for your irresponsibility, Gryffindor loses five points." Snape's voice was devoid of emotion.

Perhaps because they were alone together, Harry seemed to suddenly become annoyed, his voice filled with resentment. "Professor, this is not fair!"

"That makes perfect sense," Snape replied immediately. "Perfectly reasonable for a fool who doesn't like following the rules."

"Fine, I can tolerate this deduction, but does that mean I should get points deducted for how I hold the silver knife in class? Professor Snape, who's supposed to be a model student?!" Harry's voice grew louder and louder, his resentment and dissatisfaction almost overflowing.

"Five more points deducted from Gryffindor for disrespecting your teacher," Snape said, his voice laced with anger.

"For no reason at all..." Sean could almost hear Harry's heavy breathing. After calming down a bit, he chuckled sarcastically. "Ha, I'll have to persuade Daisy to throw away those potions you were rewarded with. Who knows if you'll poison the Potter family? Anyway, I'll be able to brew those potions myself in a few years..."

"Bang!" A sound came from the bathroom, as if someone had been slammed against the wall.

Snape's voice trembled as he forced it out. "Harry Potter, you're just like your father, mediocre but arrogant, obsessed with breaking the rules. Does that give you a sense of superiority? Hmm? Do you think you're particularly popular in the house? Do you think I'm targeting you in Potions?"

"Look at your ridiculous methods! Your mother was able to improve Swelling Solution when she was in first grade! Unlike you, who doesn't even know that you need to turn off the fire when you move the Cauldron! You're squandering the potion-making Potions you inherited from your mother with the arrogance you inherited from your stupid father—you can't even hold a silver knife correctly..."

"You're a disgrace to your mother," Snape said finally.