Near morning, Sean returned to Hogwarts Castle with some inconspicuous honors.
His green eyes remained unwavering, showing only a hint of sadness.
Before returning, he also encountered a little incident. A lady who secretly transformed from a "beetle" always wanted to interview him.
Although International Alchemy Convention is very secretive and she doesn't know any inside information, it cannot be ruled out that she has a strong interest in wizards at such a young age.
A special magic was cast in the castle that prohibited Apparition, and when Sean walked out of the castle, she seemed to appear outside the castle out of thin air:
"Such a young attendee, come on, kid, look here, I'm here to help you make some good memories..."
She looked around and saw no other wizards - if there were other Alchemy masters, she would have to run farther away.
She seems crazy, but those old immortal guys are really crazy.
Looking at the little wizard in front of her, she guessed that he slipped out for some air by himself. What could be the reason?
"A young genius is so beaten that he cannot recover?"
"The reason for Alchemy community's decline - turned out to be Master Alchemy's rejection of fresh blood?!"
She was thinking a lot, and then she held up a Magic Camera and wanted to take some photos of Sean's face.
As for the good memories she mentioned, if "the cunning Miss Granger plays with the feelings of Harry and Krum, and may be making Love Potion", "the half-human and half-demon Hagrid is a gamekeeper", "Dumbledore is a rigid old madman" can be counted...
"The beetle turned into a wizard, are you registered Animagus?"
Sean glanced at her delicate, stiff, and weird curly hair and said.
"Ah--ah--"
Her hand holding the camera shook, and she wanted to cover Sean's mouth in panic.
At this time, the tall, serious-looking Professor McGonagall stretched out her wand and pointed at Rita. She went to Headmaster Dumbledore for a while. Where did this wizard come from?
Sean returned to Hogwarts Castle.
Thunder was rolling overhead, strong winds were hitting the castle walls, and Sean heard the sound of branches snapping in the distance Forbidden Forest.
This is not a good weather...
Professor McGonagall went to deal with the many things that he was stuck in, and Sean also said goodbye to the professor at the Great Hall. He had some well-hidden worries, but he could not escape the eyes of Minerva·McGonagall.
The child always kept things secret from her. He never knew that there was anyone he could rely on... But he couldn't be blamed for this, because no one helped him when he needed help the most.
Minerva·McGonagall took out a letter. She had been corresponding with a lady named Rowan for a long time. This was a truly noble person who spent her whole life working for orphans.
In her hand, the letter was slightly damp:
[Dear Ms. McGonagall:
Love is a vague and hazy fantasy, but did you know? Maybe only when you truly love a person's weaknesses and flaws, that is true love.
Dear lady, be careful, the lover is vulnerable because he is completely open to the other person.
Talkative: Rowan]
It doesn't matter, we still have a lot of time, this is the best news.
Minerva·McGonagall put away the damp letter and watched the little wizard's figure getting further and further away.
The corridors were still noisy. After losing two Transfiguration classes, the little wizards also got a breather from the busy final schoolwork, so they enjoyed the hard-won relaxation.
Sean moved forward all the way to the door of Headmaster's office.
He didn't know everything that happened in the castle, nor did he know what choices Professor Quirrell made. If Hogwarts Castle is someone else who is secretive and can appear in various places in the castle and observe everything that happens in the castle, then the answer is actually very simple.
"Little Green, I don't think this is very dangerous. You have to have a positive heart, remember..."
Sir Cadogan was riding a pony, and he was guarding the door of Headmaster's office, with an imposing manner that no one could stop.
"There's nothing special here recently. Only one squirrel stayed here for a while. It held a weird Button and said 'Cockroach Cluster' - but Stone Beast didn't jump away, because except for those who are not clear-headed, everyone knows that Headmaster Dumbledore left."
"You are so brave."
Sean still had no emotion in his eyes, but lowered his head slightly.
"Sorry..."
He didn't know who he was apologizing to. There was only the sound of wind mixed with the sound of rain in the corridor.
"Oh, don't worry, I hid a piece of Squirrel Biscuits in the corner as you said - it's gone?! Won't it be taken away by a squirrel?"
Sir Sir Cadogan ran to the painting in the corner, pushing through the panicked women wearing Farthingale.
Sean has left silently.
He couldn't imagine how much courage existed here and how much despair it carried.
"There is still a chance..."
He stretched out his hand, and a broom fell from the window into the second floor like a meteor.
When he landed at the door of Hope Cottage, Mr. Owl did not ask a question, but bowed steadily:
"When Lady Ravenclaw was running for those little wizards who had nowhere to learn magic and died out of control, I saw eyes like this too many times.
Smart little wizard, you know what kind of choices are wise and safe, but you don't want to choose, right? I hope you know that this is the greatest wisdom..."
Sean nodded slightly and stepped into the Gifted Hope Room.
Killing a Unicorn is an extremely cruel thing.
After slaughtering a pure, weak and helpless life, from the moment its blood touches the lips, the perpetrator will have a half-dead life, a cursed life.
But what if, Unicorn is not dead yet?
There is still a chance...
Everyone in Hope Cottage was caught up in a heated discussion and didn't even hear the door open.
"It was Justin and Firenze who rushed out to save me. Bane said that Firenze shouldn't do this... He was very annoyed... saying that this would disturb the things predicted by the stars of destiny... The star must be showing that Voldemort is coming back... Bane thinks Firenze should let Voldemort kill me in Forbidden Forest... I guess that's also shown in the star."
Harry said loudly.
"Don't say that name!"
Ron whispered in horror, as if worried that Voldemort would hear it.
"Firenze said that Voldemort is in Forbidden Forest! He drinks Unicorn Blood just to survive until Professor Quirrell steals Philosopher's Stone for him...Firenze also said..."
Harry didn't listen to Ron's words, but his voice did get smaller and smaller. He imitated Centaur's tone:
"Some people say he is dead. I think it is pure nonsense. He probably doesn't have much humanity left in him, so it is impossible for him to die."
Everyone here knows who "he" is.