"Let's just think of it as important!"
Michael looked in disbelief. He looked at Sean.
"Sean, promise me, one Ravenclaw that counts the windows is enough..."
Sean was thoughtful, and his eyes suddenly lit up:
"Terry, please..."
"Yes! Yes! He has trained Scarpin's Revelaspell to the Sile nce Spell level, so he spends the whole day studying the different materials on those windows - can you believe it? Rain is sometimes not made of the same material!"
Michael replied helplessly.
"Sometimes the rain is just different!"
Terry still refutes.
"Oh, okay, okay."
Michael is still coaxing people.
Sean's mouth corners rose slightly, it seemed like he had found a way.
Great Hall.
December has not yet arrived, Hogwarts has ushered in strong winds and sleet. At this time, the hot fire and thick walls in the castle always make the little wizards feel at ease.
When Sean and Terry discussed Scarpin's Revelaspell, he discovered that Ravenclaw, who behaved uniquely, was actually shy and humble.
He studies strange and bizarre problems, but never just talks about the fact that the windows of the castle are indeed made of different materials. He even asserts Terry:
"Oh - Sean, don't laugh at me, what I want to say is, the castle is alive!"
After speaking, he looked at Sean cautiously. At this time in the past, other wizards would either suppress their laughter or feel confused.
"I believe..."
Sean nodded.
"Of course I'm not kidding... oh no, you believe it?!"
Terry shouted lowly.
"Why don't you believe it?"
The sincerity is obvious in Sean's words.
"Oh - you believe it, my God! Then you also noticed that the order of the tables in the halls changes regularly and does not always remain in the same order throughout the room.
Other rooms and areas also seem to change regularly, such as the size and shape of other rooms..."
He said a lot in surprise.
Sean nodded thoughtfully.
Indeed, there are some subtle changes in Potions Classroom, which are always felt more profoundly in Dungeon and Sean.
If the castle is conscious - for example, the castle did once seal Umbridge out of Headmaster's office - then it seems possible that it changes at all times.
Terry showed a rare burst of enthusiasm. He kept talking, and Sean also listened carefully.
After a while, Terry blushed with embarrassment. Why did he keep talking about his own affairs?
Taking advantage of the last moment, he told Sean his tips for learning Scarpin's Revelaspell word by word.
Sean learned a lot from his mantras and gestures, and successfully conducted a [Apprentice] level practice before leaving Great Hall.
At this time, Justin on the side couldn't see it.
On the side, Sean was listening to a Ravenclaw talk about the castle, which made Justin sneak closer - well, he was also curious about Hogwarts Castle, that's right;
On one side, Harry and Ron are showing their learning results to Seamus——
Harry reveals Levitation Charm that can float fruits and Water-Making Spell that can just emerge from spring water.
Although Ron is a little behind, he was recently encouraged by Professor Flitwick and even gained a point. So this is the time when he is full of enthusiasm and high spirits:
"Oh, where is your Charms? You don't know? Ah - that's too unlucky."
Although Ron only has poor [Apprentice level] Levitation Charm and [entry level] Lumos, it does not prevent him from feeling that he has something more than other little wizards.
He never thought that the magic spell could be so simple, nor did he think that one day he would be able to know the progress of Charms.
He had always thought that this thing was just vague: professors taught vaguely, they took exams vaguely, and finally got a score that was enough to pass the test...
When Seamus asked him curiously what progress was, he pretended to be profound and pulled out a lot of strange content.
Little wizards of this age always like to show off. Although nothing about Hope Cottage was revealed, Sean felt that the eyes around him seemed to be much more eager.
Until he just left Great Hall, Seamus came over with a blushing face. He was obviously very scared, but he seemed to have been encouraged by someone, and he stammered:
"Great Sean, can you make me smarter? Oh - I don't want much, as long as the wand doesn't explode."
After hearing these outrageous contents, Sean sighed. He seemed to be surrounded by three Weasleys one after another.
To this demolition expert, he said softly:
"Everyone has their own niche, Mr. Finnegan, maybe you just haven't found a way to take advantage of it yet."
Within Hope Cottage soon.
There is a Glass Cabinet on Sean's desk. They are made by Sean using Transfiguration and are used to store dozens of materials given by Professor Terra.
[You practiced Scarpin's Revelaspell once at the level of Apprentice, and your proficiency +1]
[You practiced Scarpin's Revelaspell once at the level of Apprentice, and your proficiency +1]
[You practiced Scarpin's Revelaspell once at the level of Apprentice, and your proficiency +1]
Scarpin's Revelaspell was quickly unlocked by Sean's uninterrupted practice. Sean walked out of Hope Cottage. With a wave of his magic wand, Parchment turned into an owl and flew to Professor Terra's office.
The professor may not receive it, but the owl of Sean will stay for several days. Sean uses Transfiguration because Professor Terra encourages Sean to use various Transfiguration to communicate with her, especially the "whimsical" Transfiguration.
Different from the Great Hall's hot fire and thick walls, only the crucible can bring some heat to Dungeon in winter.
Severus·Snape was trapped in the cold wind, like a solid black silhouette. His fingertips rested on the copy of Parchment on the wooden table, and its corners were slightly rolled up by the heat of the crucible.
He is both the first and the only one to know this knowledge.
His gaze penetrated the dancing flames, but did not focus on anything real. It just landed emptyly in the depths of some cold memory.
For a long time, the crucible bubbled and shattered, like an idea that suddenly emerged and was quickly swallowed up. He remained still, as if the entire November chill had settled in his dark eyes.
There is also a list of names next to Parchment, with a few words written behind a certain line of names: [Guardian: None].
The nagging voice seemed to still be ringing in his ears, and he told himself: He was just an idiot who could no longer accept that idiot!
So his fingertips passed through a distant London unfamiliar place, and Dungeon's door was knocked quietly.