Going to Teach?

There was none of the grand spectacle Sean had imagined, no mysterious magic spreading, and no clothes being torn off— Young Grindelwald seemed to have just taken a sip of water.

The Qilin's Blood was successfully absorbed, and Young Grindelwald slowly closed his eyes.

The Ancient Runes symbols beneath his feet began to flash at a peculiar frequency.

Although it looks quite amazing, it's quite different from what I imagined... Sean pondered, resting his chin on his hand as he watched from the sidelines.

Soon after, Grindelwald emitted a strange vibration.

He was standing still without making any movement, but he gave the impression of vibrating to some kind of rhythm, and the frequency was getting faster and faster.

Suddenly, Young Grindelwald opened his eyes. One of his eyes turned into the heterochromatic eye that Sean was familiar with. However, neither eye was focused, as if he was looking at some unseen distance.

"Phew..." Young Grindelwald let out a long breath.

He picked up his branch wand and gently tapped it on his temple.

A thin silver thread of memory was slowly pulled out.

Young Grindelwald gently tugged at the silver thread of memory, and a crystal bottle flew out of his arms, becoming the container for that silver thread.

Then he tossed the Memory Bottle to Sean.

"Keep it safe. When I truly become one with you, give it to Albus first, then give it to me," Young Grindelwald said calmly.

Should we give it to Professor Dumbledore first? Sean unconsciously glanced at the Memory Bottle.

It looks no different from the most ordinary Memory Bottle, but Sean remembers one thing.

The Qilin's Blood can not only bring powerful strength to wizards, but also have a certain influence.

The Ministry of Magic's records contain an inaccurate description regarding the Qilin's Blood —the source of this information is unknown and its accuracy cannot be confirmed: after interacting with the Qilin's Blood through unknown means, wizards may gain magical abilities related to 'foresight' or ' Divination '.

Sean had a theory: the Qilin's Blood might grant wizards the ability to see the Seer.

For a wizard like Young Grindelwald, who is essentially Seer, the Qilin's Blood might allow him to see further and more accurately...

Young Grindelwald may have seen something, but he decided to extract this part of the memory, first showing it to Professor Dumbledore, and then showing it to his merged self...

Across from him, Young Grindelwald slowly closed his eyes again.

"I need some time to absorb this. I'll let you know when everything is ready..."

Seeing this, Sean nodded, deciding not to bother the other party any longer, and quickly left the Dumbledore's old house with the Memory Bottle.

The bedroom was empty again, and no one could hear Young Grindelwald's mutterings.

"It's truly... pathetic..."

With Young Grindelwald's matter finally resolved, Sean breathed a sigh of relief.

The biggest challenge has been overcome. The next step is to wait for Young Grindelwald to finish absorbing the magic power in the Qilin's blood, and then have the two Grindelwald begin extracting their memories from the past few decades.

Everything is ready. All that's needed is to arrive in 1996, the day Grindelwald travels back in time, and have Young Grindelwald turn on the Time-Turner.

At that point, the bomb that could have caused the world to explode will be considered neutralized.

Of course, there are also issues such as the Blood Pact between Grindelwald and Dumbledore, the Returners, and so on. Moreover, the [Sin] within Sean himself is also a very unstable factor.

So far, Sean has not shown any signs of being consumed by Sin, nor has he been excessively affected by Sin, even though Sin has dug many pits for Sean.

However, Sean has absolutely no way to contain this power, and it seems unlikely that he can control the Sin at present.

"Let's take it one step at a time..." Sean muttered to himself as he cast a spell on a metal safe with his wand.

Although Sean's ring was already very safe, Sean still decided to take the best possible measures to safeguard Grindelwald's memory.

Moreover, there are also nearly a hundred years of memories for each of the two individuals.

The safe was bought with Sean's father's help; it's top-tier in the Muggle world. Now, he's enchanted it with Anti-Alohomora Charm, Anti-Summoning Charm, and anti-Probing Charm, and even spent a fortune on Magical Defense Item.

Looking at the safe he had just finished enchanting, Sean nodded in satisfaction. It was still in his ring, so it was safe and sound.

After doing all this, Sean let out a long sigh of relief, and then he was surprised to find that he didn't seem to have anything to do lately.

Grindelwald's time travel incident is being resolved steadily, and he doesn't need to worry about the Returners for the time being. As for the International Confederation of Wizards, which was originally preparing to go to war with the Returners, it has also suspended its actions.

After all, everyone in the world disappeared for a full year, and the changes brought about by such an accident are enough to be earth-shattering.

After returning from Godric's Hollow, Sean went to his home again. His family was all safe and sound, but he was quite disappointed to see his younger sister Ayla had grown a lot taller.

It feels like I missed a year of witnessing my sister's growth.

The Mr. and Mrs. Wallop shared this sentiment. They were middle-aged, and a year's absence wouldn't have a significant impact on them, but the fact that their son and daughter had both disappeared for a year left them deeply moved.

Of course, the impact is only minor for individuals; in other aspects, the private hospital business of the father, Allen Wallerup, has also been affected.

Although the world and time have steered things in a relatively positive direction during this lost year, there are still many patients who, despite all efforts to save them, have lost the last moments of their lives.

Various accidents, arguments, mediations, and even lawsuits followed one after another.

Mr. Wallop has also been under a lot of work pressure lately.

The Muggle government also issued a statement, which was very straightforward.

They are studying this terrifying and mysterious phenomenon, but the cause is still unclear.

What we can do now is help all residents return to normal life as soon as possible.

However, given the previous incident of Azkaban escapees attacking Muggle, the public's mood was not optimistic, and various occult and anti-occult organizations sprang up like mushrooms after rain.

As for the wizards, it's said that the Ministry of Magic initially tried to cover it up, but the matter was too serious, so they eventually informed them.

While reassuring the public, the Muggle government and wizarding leaders also need to hold very frequent talks to ensure that the Wizarding World is not exposed to the world's attention during this incident.

The whole world became chaotic and extremely busy.

However, this meant that Sean had nothing to do.

He finally returned to the identity of a normal student—albeit a fourth-grade one.

After the initial chaos, Hogwarts gradually returned to normal during the Christmas holidays.

As the clock struck midnight on 1995, the world ushered in a new year.

With classes resuming, students are busier than ever before.

Everyone's courses were doubled. Although everyone had an extra year of magic and higher Spell Proficiency, the Hogwarts students, who were used to easy learning, complained bitterly.

Sean, however, was enjoying himself. For him, the fourth-grade curriculum was not difficult at all, and it was more like a review session.

However, what made Sean happiest was that he no longer had to secretly peek at Harry and Hermione's actions during Potions, and occasionally sneak a peek at the notes Snape had given him.

Potions may seem like a course where you can get a passable potion by following standard procedures, but in reality, even with Snape's notes, Sean would have had a hard time brewing a perfect Potions.

The difficulty in precisely controlling the heat, the force of stirring, the height at which the Potions ingredients are added... there are many details that cannot be recorded in textbooks and can only be mastered by oneself.

Moreover, each Potions ingredient has slight differences or impurities, which you need to resolve yourself.

With his five points of Potions Talent, plus Snape's notes, Sean finally understood the wonderful feeling Snape had described as "the Cauldron simmering slowly over a low flame, emitting white smoke and a delicate fragrance."

Sean gently increased the stirring force, stirring up a discordant dark green hue from the deep gray Potions in the Cauldron to the top layer. Then, he slightly increased the heat, and the dark green hue, along with steam, rose out.

Snape had been ready to cause trouble for Sean, abruptly changed his mind. His cold eyes held a hint of doubt, but he knew that going up to cause trouble would only make things worse for his notebook.

Snape turned to Harry.

Snape didn't say a word to Sean until the end of Potions.

Hermione stared at Sean as if she'd seen a ghost. "You brewed some really good Potions today, congratulations, Sean... But how come Professor Snape didn't bother you even once?"

Sean shrugged. "Because we can't pick any out."

Although his talent had improved considerably, many of his skills and details were taught by Snape's notes. If Snape couldn't find any other flaws, it would be like slapping himself in the face.

Then I'll just stop looking.

Harry and his friends, complaining, "He deducted five points from me just because my movements when I Li Huo were different from what he said?!" walked out of the classroom and headed towards the Transfiguration classroom.

Originally, after the reform of joint large classes by the four colleges, students had some free mornings and afternoons for rest and entertainment, but now, their schedules are basically full of classes every day.

Subjects like Transfiguration and Charms have even more to offer.

For example, after today's Transfiguration, there will be another one in the afternoon.

There was still a while before class started. As soon as Sean and his group reached the door, they found Professor McGonagall was usually reviewing the textbook at the lectern, standing at the door.

She looked directly at Sean: "Mr. Wallop, could you come with me for a moment?"

Although Sean was a little puzzled, he quickly nodded. "Of course, Professor."

Professor McGonagall led him to an empty classroom nearby, her hands on her hips, her eyes filled with admiration.

"Mr. Wallop, let me get straight to the point. Do you remember what we said at the beginning of the semester?"

Sean suddenly realized and nodded. "Of course, Professor, I've always remembered."

"Then I'll have to ask for your opinion first, Mr. Wallop. The course load has increased, and Transfiguration is one of the major courses, so there are even more classes now. I don't mind working longer hours, but the problem is, I can't be in two places at once to teach others." Professor McGonagall rubbed her temples, looking somewhat troubled. "That's why I thought of you. It's the same question, Wallerup: could you spare a few classes—don't worry, they're all Transfiguration you've taken—to help me teach Transfiguration to the first-year students?"

Sean nodded without hesitation. "Of course, Professor, I promised you, and I don't have anything else to do right now—unless, of course, I don't mind if I don't come to your class."

"That would at least allow students from other colleges to get some extra points from me," Professor McGonagall joked, a rare occurrence for her.

"Oh, Professor, Hermione is also Ravenclaw ..." Sean replied with a smile.

Professor McGonagall chuckled and shook her head. "I really want to take away Filius's Christmas present... Let's get down to business, Mr. Wallop. I need you to demonstrate your Transfiguration skills to me first."

"Certainly."

Without hesitation, Sean quickly demonstrated several Transfiguration that would be learned in the later years of fifth grade, and at Professor McGonagall's request, he also demonstrated several Advanced Transfiguration combinations that would be learned in the later years of sixth grade.

"Very good, very good, excellent," Professor McGonagall exclaimed in amazement. "To be honest, you could have gotten an O on your sixth-year Transfiguration exam. And I must admit, many seventh-year students aren't as proficient as you. Your foundation is very solid. Very good, excellent."

Professor McGonagall's praise made Sean a little embarrassed, "Professor, it's all thanks to your excellent teaching, and that notebook has been a great help to me."

"Alright, Wallerup, no need to flatter me. I know myself. To reach this level at this age, you must have put in a lot of hard work." Professor McGonagall pushed up her glasses sternly, but her eyes were full of satisfaction.

"Now let's talk about the curriculum," Professor McGonagall handed over a textbook. "The main focus for first-year students is to build a solid foundation. You can follow the textbook to advance the course, but you can use your own best teaching methods. There's no need to just read from the book."

Professor McGonagall's words made Sean feel the textbook burning. "Professor, I can only teach the very basics—"

"No, I trust my judgment. Go ahead. You're already familiar with the first-year professor—by the way, your teaching assistant salary will be paid every Saturday."

"Alright, you don't need to attend this class."

After saying this, Professor McGonagall left decisively.

Sean glanced at the textbook in his hand, gave a helpless dry laugh, and finally straightened his clothes before heading towards the first-grade classroom.

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