It seemed that Gryffindor was not the only one who came for flight training. Sean saw a group of Hufflepuff far away. They talked and laughed before entering Quidditch Pitch.
Sean When passing by them, you can still see the brooms and books they are holding——
The one on the far left, Hufflepuff, who smiles very honestly, is holding "The Beater's Bible" - "Kill Seeker" is the first rule in the book.
The gentle senior in the center holding a broom naturally opened "He Flies Like a Madman" and pointed to a certain content in the book:
Use the pinch action to score - this action is when two Chaser enter the scoring area and knock the goalkeeper aside, leaving an iron ring naked and exposed in front of the third Chaser.
It caused everyone to burst into laughter.
Sean doesn't know whether Quidditch made Hufflepuff all become barbaric, or whether wizards already have some kind of barbaric characteristics.
He could only silently distance himself from the Quidditch team members, and then left here.
Quidditch Pitch in the early morning was shrouded in a thin, pearly mist.
The stands were empty except for a few early owls preening on high shelves. Dewdrops hung on the goal post, dripping occasionally and forming a mushroom shape on the soft grass.
Sean was wrapped in a thick Ravenclaw scarf and put the "Intermediate Transfiguration" he was holding into his bag. Nimbus 2000's glossy mahogany handle was also smudged into a vague golden red by the sunlight.
Sean listened to the sound of the wind blowing across the court, and the sound conveyed an almost hypnotic tranquility. In the distance, several cries came from the direction of Owlery, and a piece of mail flapped its wings and flew lazily towards the castle.
So Sean has approached Hogwarts Castle.
In a room where the fireplace was burning fiercely, the severity in Minerva·McGonagall's eyes broke into deep softness.
... He really deserves a rest, he deserves it.
"Little wizard! Let me ask you a question!"
Mr. Owl flapped his wings and stared at Sean who was coming from the Great Hall. Although Sean knew that Mr. Owl would let him in no matter whether he answered or not, he would always answer Mr. Owl's questions seriously.
But...
Looking at Neville next to him who was shivering in the cold wind, he sighed slightly.
"Sean... It's too difficult... I can't answer it at all..."
Neville didn't seem to know about Mr. Owl and was about to cry at this moment.
"Drink."
Sean silently handed over the steaming Pumpkin Juice he had just taken.
"I think Justin should have told you about this, so, Neville, why don't you go in?"
After drinking the steaming Pumpkin Juice, Neville's trembling body calmed down a lot.
"It's so... rude... I can't... cause trouble..."
Neville stammered.
He'll eventually get used to it, just like Justin.
Sean thought.
"Difficult question! Mysterious question! Little wizard! Smart little wizard! Why do you think the names of Hogwarts and nearby villages contain lard (pig fat)?"
Although Mr. Owl has never troubled Sean, it always enjoys it.
"Excellent wisdom is the greatest wealth! If you forget this, Ravenclaw's door will run away on its own!"
Mr. Owl once said.
"Hogwarts was founded around the tenth century. At that time, the wild boar was still a sacred animal, favored by the nobles and big shots of the Western Kingdoms in the history of hunting. Well, it also symbolized spiritual power and Druid priests."
Sean replied.
This time Mr. Owl did not make any noise, but bowed skillfully, and then the sky blue door appeared.
Neville watched Mr. Owl bow with wide eyes. Did he remember that this gentleman shouldn't flap his wings, show his claws, and then angrily want to catch someone?
"Good morning - Sean."
Justin is watering a Blimp Plum plant.
Since Neville joined and brought many potted plants, Justin also received some plants from Professor Sprout.
For example, Blimp Plum is a fruit that looks like an orange-red radish and hangs upside down on a growing shrub.
Sean remembers Xenophilius Lovegood and a few others believe that Blimp Plum can also improve people's ability to accept abnormal things.
The flames of the fireplace crackled and burned, dispersing the cold air in the corridor. Neville shivered and walked to the soft wooden chair next to the fireplace to sit down. The flames slowly warmed his body.
"What is this? Sean?"
Justin saw the long package at a glance, and some neat and straight branches were showing a small section.
"Obviously a broom."
Hermione, who was immersed in reading, suddenly looked up and then said.
"Cool——"
Justin sighed, and then naturally turned his head away.
And it wasn't until Sean sank into the world of "Origin of Transfiguration" that Justin poked his head at the broom.
"Would you like some Treacle Tart?"
Justin I don't know where to take out a pastry. It is made of shortbread and golden syrup.
In the Great Hall, this pie is usually served hot with a dollop of clotted cream, but sometimes plain cream, custard or yogurt is used instead.
"Oh, oh, thank you."
Neville stammered and accepted it. He was playing with the large old wooden table, which was crowded with pots and jars of various sizes and shapes.
The pot of Blackroot Grass on the corner of the table is lazily rolling up its tender white new leaves. In the flowerpot next to it, several Moly seedlings are shaking their leaves restlessly under the magic glass cover.
"You are also curious about Sean's broom, right?"
Justin whispered, as if discussing some secret mission.
"Yes, yes..."
Neville I'm too embarrassed to say no.
So when Sean came back to his senses, he saw Neville and Justin secretly opening a corner of the package. Hermione was looking helplessly at the back. After looking into his green pupils, he immediately showed an unexpected panic.
Sean silently looked away.
"Oh - it's Nimbus 2000! Merlin's beard!"
Justin and Neville touched it back again. Looking at the golden words printed on the top of the broom handle, he sighed,
"Very good, Neville."
Neville's shy face seemed to have a little more confidence.
Great, at least this time, he didn't mess up.
"Nimbus 2000——?"
Hermione, who had not had time to speak, was once again surprised by the news.
"And Flying Test——! The notice is written in the package, it is tomorrow afternoon..."
Justin murmured to himself,
"Sean never told us... By the way, Hermione, would you like some Treacle Tart?"
"You were... no, where did you get it from?"
There are so many things to say, Hermione I don't know which one to say first.
"Oh, this?"
Justin said with a smile,
"This is exactly what I am going to tell you today, some... magical beings."