Library

"Sean! Sean!"

A familiar voice made Sean pause.

In the corridor outside the greenhouse,

the last rays of the setting sun spilled down, making the male witch beside the Gothic stained glass window look even more handsome.

"Senior Bruce."

Sean nodded in greeting and was about to continue toward the greenhouse.

"You're going to see Professor Sprout, right?

I'd suggest you head back.

Professor Sprout has gone to Greenhouse Three. First-year students aren't allowed in there."

After offering his reminder, Senior Bruce held his book and waited for Sean's response.

"...Thanks for the warning."

Sean stopped where he was, looking a little lost.

If Professor Sprout wasn't there,

then with his Herbology Knowledge, let alone handling herbs, even basic identification would be difficult.

Besides, he didn't even know which herbs he was supposed to handle.

"You really are obsessed with magical plants..."

Seeing the eager light fade from Sean's eyes,

Bruce felt as though he had done something unforgivable. He helplessly closed the book in his hands.

"Generally speaking, Professor Sprout only stays in Greenhouse Three for a while.

You should still be able to find her in Greenhouse One after class tomorrow."

As soon as he finished,

Sean's eyes lit up. He nodded earnestly.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome. Oh, right, this is for you."

Sean looked over in confusion. A dark blur flashed, and a piece of cheese appeared in his hand.

"Dragon Lady Cheese.

Although Enchanting Your Cheese has already revised the recipe for Dragon Lady Cheese,

I still think the original version tastes better. A lot of people feel the same way."

Senior Bruce grinned with his arms folded.

"Trading snacks is a Hufflepuff tradition. Even if you're a Ravenclaw, who cares?"

While Sean was examining the cheese, Bruce turned and strode away without hesitation.

Sean heard fragments of conversation drifting from the end of the corridor.

"I think the new version tastes better."

"Agreed."

"Pist, Leon! You two heretics!

Don't make me this angry right after I've just looked cool!"

"He thinks he looked cool..."

"Leon, this time it seems like..."

"Fine, Pist, you were right.

I'll say this much: well done. That was very Hufflepuff.

Bruce, I'll give you that one."

The new version, the original version?

Sean guessed it was like the debate over sweet versus savory tofu pudding in his previous life?

Fortunately, he liked spicy food.

Sean glanced at the sky and decided to first do something he had been meaning to do for a while.

Visit the Hogwarts Library.

Just think about it—Hogwarts had tens of thousands of books, and they were free!

That alone was enough to make Sean, who had spent a fortune buying books, drool.

Not to mention, he could do his homework there too.

Doing his homework well should also be one of Headmaster Dumbledore's criteria for judgment.

The Hogwarts Library was on the second floor of Hogwarts Castle. It contained thousands of bookshelves and tens of thousands of books.

It was divided into three sections:

The first was the ordinary section.

Here, Sean saw countless bookshelves stretching out in every direction like a dense forest,

vanishing into the darkness in the distance with an almost natural inevitability.

They were not entirely uniform either. Some stood at different heights,

and some even required creaking rolling ladders to reach the top shelves.

A few students sat scattered around the heavy Oak Table in the middle, bent over their studies.

Their faces were illuminated by floating magical crystal balls above the tables, while Quills raced across Parchment with a soft scratching sound.

Sean strained his eyes but still couldn't see the Restricted Section at the back of the Library.

That was a legendary place. Voldemort had found Secrets of Advanced Dark Magic there, then turned himself into a brainless lunatic.

The trio had found Potent Potions there and brewed Polyjuice Potion.

It was practically a treasure vault.

The third section was called the Invisibility Section, and it contained most of the books on invisibility magic.

He had no idea how to find them.

As Sean pondered this, he carried his small bag and prepared to find a seat. Then he spotted Justin silently shouting at him.

"Sean! Over here!" (Mouthing)

So Sean quickly walked over to Justin and Hermione.

"Where did you go? You disappear every time after dinner."

Hermione lifted her chin. She clearly meant it as concern, but it came out like an interrogation.

"The greenhouse."

Sean answered without caring in the slightest.

"Oh, I mean, all right... Do you know how to tell whether Moly is mature?"

Hermione seemed to realize that her tone had been too stiff. She wanted to make up for it but didn't know how, so she blurted out the question that had been on her mind.

"Moly has a faint muttony smell. When it matures, the smell becomes stronger."

Sean repeated what Senior Bruce had told him. It felt strangely wonderful, as though he had inherited something.

"You know!"

Hermione covered her mouth. She had only asked casually and hadn't expected Sean to actually know.

"Was that what you got from going to the greenhouse?"

Sean nodded. More or less.

"I knew it!"

Justin looked even prouder than Sean,

making Hermione blush slightly.

"But I memorized all the first-year textbooks, and there wasn't any description of it at all."

The tips of Hermione's ears turned pink as she asked softly.

"Mm, I memorized them too. There really wasn't any description."

Sean completely agreed.

"Oh my God, you memorized them too!"

Hermione covered her mouth again and cautiously poked her head out from behind a thick brown book.

She looked around and saw Madam Pince scolding a Young Wizard, paying no attention to them at all. Only then did she let out a sigh of relief.

"Then how did you?!"

Her Eyes sparkled as though she had found someone of her own kind.

"When I went to help Professor Sprout handle herbs, a Hufflepuff senior told me."

After saying that, Sean took out History of Magic and Parchment. He decided to finish his History of Magic homework first.

Hermione and Justin exchanged a glance. Their expressions roughly said, "Huh?"

If Professor Binns hadn't said feet instead of inches, the homework would not have been much.

But unfortunately, the professor was clearly rather muddled, so Sean and the others had been assigned one foot of homework.

About a third of a meter.

The Young Wizards who had been rushing to leave class clearly hadn't realized how serious the problem was.

But soon, Sean spotted Michael and the others at the Oak Table in the second row of the Library already wearing expressions of utter misery.

"Three feet! Even if I make the spacing and font size as large as possible, I still can't finish it!"

Sean heard a loud shout, and everyone in the Library looked at Michael with pity.

Only then did Michael cover his mouth, but it was already too late.

Madam Pince marched over aggressively, her shoes clacking sharply across the floor.

Sean propped up his book and silently observed a moment of mourning for him before going to gather books for his essay.

The essay looked like a lot of work, but it was nothing difficult for Sean.

"Modern Magical History, three Galleons;

Significant Magical Events of the Twentieth Century, four Galleons;

Directory of Contemporary Famous Magicians, five Galleons..."

Sean tried to choose the more expensive books.

Expensive books were not necessarily good, but they were definitely expensive.

Once, Sean could only look up at them from afar.

Now, they were free to use.