In the afternoon Sean will practice Transfiguration.
The office with the fierce fire in the fireplace was different from other places, and the professor always asked many questions inadvertently.
"Mr. Green."
Her voice was as rigorous as ever, but much softer than in class.
"I think the Hogwarts November chill can be extremely biting sometimes."
Sean turned his head and looked at the professor.
Her eyes fell sharply through the square glasses on the tie that he had not yet had time to tidy up, and the thin robe he had just put on in Greenhouse's cubicle - Greenhouse was too hot, and he forgot to put on a sweater after returning to the castle.
"Hogwarts,"
She spoke slowly, each word carrying weight,
"For a lot of students who come here, it's more than just school. That, I think you'll know."
Sean nodded silently.
For two months, sometimes he would look up at the night sky,
Magical World's stars are always bright, Sean feels that there is not much difference from half a year ago,
But there is more hope.
"You no longer have to face the first snowstorm of winter Scotland Highlands alone..."
Professor McGonagall's eyes were soft, but then he said,
"This is not allowed in Hogwarts. Now—"
Her voice returned to its usual crispness, and with a tap of the wand, Sean's tie was automatically tied upright.
"There are still twenty minutes until dinner starts, enough time for you to go back and put on a thick sweater. I hope to see you at the Great Hall, on time and with a good appetite."
Sean When she walked out of the classroom, she lowered her head slightly, flipped the corners of her robe, and turned around to leave. The footsteps echoed in the stone corridor, leaving behind a tall and straight figure.
On days when the snow was getting heavier, Sean's understanding of Fusion Enlightenment Method was gradually deepening. In the evening when the windows were clanging, he cooked the [entry] level Jubilee Potion.
Professor Snape's expression changed again and again, but he always hid it well from Sean.
Sean, who has been successful in practice, continues to improve Fusion Enlightenment Method, and he will be able to form a complete system in a few days.
However, he was still blasted out of Dungeon by Professor Snape today——
"Clumsy techniques, the quality that is forcibly improved by your stupid methods - Sean·Green, if you are not blind yet, you will know the proportion of bad materials you show - idiot!"
Although Sean corrects his mistakes and continues to improve every time, in the eyes of Professor Snape, he is still not much different from Troll.
Occasionally, those deep black eyes will reveal a complicated look——
In some aspects, even enough to be recorded, he showed top Potions Master talent;
And in some areas that don't even matter, he is just an idiot.
This strange comparison makes Snape extremely angry, and sometimes he even grits his teeth——
"Stupid! Stupid heat! Stupid timing! Stupid mixing skills! Get out of here—"
Sean rarely hears anything nice before leaving, but he will automatically ignore it if he is taunted, so every time Dungeon walks out, he will gain a lot.
Under Professor Snape's intensive "guidance", Sheen's three types of basic potions have all reached [Expert]. Three times a week, he can get more than ten gold galleons from the professor.
Coupled with the hot sales of the notes, his wallet became more and more bulging.
If he could find the twins, his progress would be even faster.
Unlike his peaceful and deep joy,
Harry has been feeling very uncomfortable recently.
Captain Wood learned that Ravenclaw Quidditch Team invited Green. He has been training like crazy recently.
But Green's Compendium has not been updated at all, so Harry owes a lot of learning progress.
Hermione didn't talk to him for almost three days after he lost "The Origin of Quidditch" and caused Sean to take a trip to the "dangerous" Caretaker's Office.
Although she was willing to help them later, she was determined not to let them copy her homework.
"What will you learn from that?"
She always says that.
But after asking her to check it again, he and Ron always got the correct answer.
But the scary thing is that he almost doesn't even have this time.
When I think about Sean not liking Quidditch, Harry feels like a baboon holding a magic wand in Sean's eyes.
What's the difference between them?
Obviously he will be knocked to the ground by Sean's magic spell.
They wanted to wait for Sean in the corridor as before, but Sean has changed his whereabouts recently. They wanted to find Justin, but Gryffindor just finished playing the game with Hufflepuff team and won - Harry was even more afraid to go.
Dudu made Justin look weird.
The two of them - I don't think they are so awkward.
Today is another sunny Sunday.
Sean In the yard, a Salamander was running around. Just when it was about to jump onto Hermione's shoes, it suddenly stopped.
Sean waved his wand, and it suddenly expanded more than three times, becoming as big as Quaffle. Then it slowly backed up and carved a path through the thin layer of snow.
[You practiced Advanced Transfiguration once with expert standards, and your proficiency level +1000]
How much is this?
Sean had never seen so much proficiency, and soon he knew why.
"Sean!"
Justin quickly dragged the little wizard with quick eyes and hands. Sean slowly took a breath again after losing strength for a moment.
His energy was drained out of him in an instant.
"Sean——!"
Hermione's concern is always hidden behind angry cheeks,
"I warned you - Advanced Transfiguration is prone to energy shortage in esoteric fields!"
After taking a sip of the steaming honey tea, Sean felt much relieved.
Just now, he solved the problem that had been bothering him for a long time.
That is, when performing Advanced Transfiguration, he pursued too much the imitation of Fantastic Beasts itself, instead forgetting that Transfiguration is dominated by the will of the wizard.
Therefore, when he pursues strength, Salamander will gradually escape control.
But when he really fully exerts his will on Salamander, the energy consumed will increase greatly.
With his first-year magic, it was easy to lose money.
At the other end of the courtyard, a violent conflict was breaking out.
Harry and Ron, who were already in a bad mood, were talking.
"It's the weekend, Harry, how did you finish your homework?"
Ron looked sad.
"Not a word moved."
Harry is better, but not much better.
"Green's Compendium It is said that we have to wait for another week, but I will be finished this week!"
A lot of homework has accumulated over the past week.
"Ha--the two Gryffindor idiots--really think they can--"
Malfoy passed by here and looked around.
The flying snowflakes obscured his vision, and he could see nothing but Harry who was in a bad mood.
So he taunted loudly in a good mood.