All this time, Sean had no idea about his original family.
Will they all be people without magic, or will they be Magical World wizards?
When he entered the tower, he was a little curious.
The pages of Book of Admission have not been touched by human fingers for thousands of years since Four Founders placed them there when the castle was completed.
Normally, no one can see Book of Admission and Acceptance Quill except for Hogwarts's successive principals and professors responsible for recruiting students.
Now, his small bag kept shaking, and the pocket given by Headmaster Dumbledore ran out.
That's right, it looked like Niffler. It crawled out of the pocket just like the real Niffler, took out a letter from its stomach and handed it to Sean:
[I always think that it is not wonderful for a wizard not to know his own birthday, which means that he and the world have one less reason to celebrate]
The letter burned after a few seconds, and at the same time, like some kind of permission, it made the somewhat blurry Book of Admission in front of Sean's eyes clear.
"Thank you."
Sean looked towards the north where Headmaster's Office was and said.
Far away, across the corridor, Moving Staircase, and Headmaster's Office's bubbling kettle.
Behind the kettle, Dumbledore blinked as if feeling something.
Although he knows that the principal cannot receive his own thanks, Sean will remember these kindnesses.
He stepped forward and carefully opened Book of Admission. His movements were as careful and full of anticipation as Professor McGonagall who came to look at Book of Admission every year.
Not only was he looking forward to that date, he was also very curious about these two alchemical creations.
This is almost one of Hogwarts's top alchemical creations.
Book of Admission feels soft to the touch, but the cover of Black Dragon Hide has peeled off a little.
When turning the pages, time seems to be flowing through the fingers. For more than ten centuries, the names of all the students who attended Hogwarts have appeared on it and been turned away.
At the back, Sean saw his name: Sean·Green, born on July 27th.
Although there is no other record about the original life experience, the moment he saw that date, Sean felt that he had some more connections with the world.
Perhaps as Headmaster Dumbledore said, birthdays give people one more reason to celebrate in the world.
Before these two legendary creations become blurry, Sean seizes the time to observe.
He saw that the feathers of Quill of Acceptance were not much different from the feathers of Augurey in <Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them>, but the strange thing was that Augurey Feather repels water, and the ink bottle was empty.
So how is it written?
Sean looked at the silvery liquid slowly flowing out from the tip of the pen, and felt a little lost for a moment.
"Sean--"
Hagrid's call came from the door. Sean gently put down the book and then walked quickly to the door.
"How about--Headmaster Dumbledore quietly asked me to bring you here--"
Hagrid was unshaven. He wanted to pat Sean on the shoulder, but subconsciously withdrew his hand.
It was not easy, but he restrained himself - so he raised his beard proudly.
"Hagrid, I'm grateful."
Sean said.
"Oh, oh - no need, oh, I'm really - grateful for this kind of thing -"
Hagrid said, his voice getting smaller and smaller.
He is a straightforward and righteous person. Although he has a general character, he is always sad about small things.
Outside the tower, Sean noticed that Hagrid was finally feeling much more relaxed. He no longer wanted to hide in the house, waiting for Headmaster Dumbledore to expel him.
So Sean easily made an appointment with him to meet at Forbidden Forest in the evening.
Hagrid repeatedly asked Sean that without their confinement, the little wizard was not allowed to go out at night Forbidden Forest.
Of course, he automatically ignored the school rule that little wizards were not allowed to enter Forbidden Forest.
The gloomy March has entered the stormy April, with wind and rain on many nights. It is rare to have sunny weather, so there are many little wizards around Forbidden Forest.
As evening approached, the little wizards reluctantly returned to the castle.
Sean stepped on the lawn that had just dried for a long time, which was completely opposite to the path the little wizard took back to the castle.
Against the crowd, he saw some particularly bright stars that seemed to be shining.
Stars, Astronomy, are connected to the magic of Divination. To explain in simple words, the stars can help wizards who understand them predict the future.
This is not the Prophecy that is accurate from time to time like Professor Trelawney, but a real and traceable branch of magic.
Sean has always felt that Prophecy of Professor Trelawney is more terrifying. In a short time, she will say a hundred Prophecys. Even if these one hundred Prophecys are all fake, there is actually a real one mixed in among them.
And she herself didn't know if it was true.
Is there anything more terrifying than this?
Sean doesn't want to know his fate, but Divination he is completely curious.
Centaur is the mysterious creature that has truly mastered Divination magic. Sean doesn't know if he can find them in Forbidden Forest, and he doesn't know if the current Firenze wants to be a Divination professor.
But he wanted to give it a try.
He always had the most genuine passion for magic.
Forbidden Forest is getting closer and closer, and the words Hagrid on Plan Map of Sean are also getting closer and closer.
There is also a booklet attached to the upper left corner of Plan Map, recording his last actual performance before the level:
Herbology helped him pass Devil's Snare, Transfiguration Transfiguration took out the flute and helped him hypnotize Three-headed Dog, the curse gang He passed the key level, Dark Arts helped him defeat the chess pieces, the broom made by Alchemy and Paper airplane all helped him buy precious time...
From this point of view, knowledge is indeed power.
Sean Looking at the night sky already dotted with stars,
Magic, what else is waiting for him?
"There are still two hours before the curfew. I can only help you make an introduction, but whether it will agree is another matter."
Hagrid looked at the ample time and said.
Sean followed Hagrid to a forest glade, where the ground was covered with soft moss, and trees grew out from under it;
Their branches are covered with lush leaves, and beams of soft, dappled moonlight pour into the entire open space.
Hagrid was sitting on the dirt with his back against the tree trunk and his arms tightly crossed in front of his chest. He had no interest in the annoying and incomprehensible Astronomy knowledge, but he always knew one thing, Centaur was not a friendly Fantastic Beasts, and he had better keep a close eye on Sean.
A tall horse Centaur stood in the middle of a clearing without trees, his eyes were surprisingly blue.
"Sean·Green."
he said.
At this time, there was some movement in the forest, like the sound of galloping horse hooves. Soon, a large group of Centaur appeared in front of Sean and Hagrid.
"Firenze, you'd better remember that this is the knowledge of the Centaur group!"
Centaur, which was a little older, but not much older, roared.
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