"Awesome! Sean!"
The two figures quickly passed by the crowd of Gryffindor, and ran in front of Sean before Madam Hooch could react. At this time, Sean was still holding a Quaffle in his hand, and Madam Hooch didn't even have time to hand over the Flying Permit to Sean.
"Oh - Sean, what do you want to drink? Honey Lemon Tea? Pumpkin Juice or Hot Cocoa?"
Justin took down three different drinks with two hands, and these drinks were even steaming.
Sean still didn't see how these things appeared, but he was very sure that there must be a House-elf that suddenly appeared around him.
"Quickly rub it."
Hermione handed over the towel, looking a little anxious, probably because Sean's forehead was already wet with sweat.
"Yeah."
Sean took the towel and saw Madam Hooch walking over with a smile.
"Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw?"
Madam Hooch put the permit with the red seal in Sean's hand.
"Enjoy your flight, but... stay safe."
Sean nodded.
The heads of Justin and Hermione have come together:
"Merlin's beard! Is it the Flying Permit that no one has obtained for seven years?"
Justin seemed to be burying his head in the license certificate, and even forgot about the "recruitment of troops and prosecution" session that he and Hermione had just decided to carry out.
Sean saw him holding up the license preciously, and didn't care. He just took a sip Hot Cocoa.
The warmth drove away the cold, and the sweetness on his tongue made him squint his eyes.
Delicious...
"Cool——"
Justin read the license word for word, and Hermione on the side rolled his eyes at him angrily:
"Sean hasn't watched it yet."
"Ah?!"
Compared to Madam Hooch who looked at the three of them with great interest,
The Gryffindor Quidditch Team members beside her were not so happy.
"Flying Permit, Fred, remember? The captain didn't get it in the first grade either."
George blinked.
"Of course I remember. I heard that he was upset for a month!"
Fred responded with a regretful tone.
"Shut up! You two guys!"
Wood's rage almost set the lawn on fire.
Harry looked at Sean like this for a while.
In fact, before entering Hogwarts, everyone told him that he was a hero. Although he tried not to let himself be proud, he still couldn't help but feel a little dizzy.
But soon the topic of discussion gradually shifted to Sean. He is a wizard who can truly make great achievements in magic. This is acknowledged by almost all professors.
He always studied in Hogwarts mysteriously. He did not attend parties, did not like games, and few people could even see him. He could only occasionally hear the conversations between Professor Flitwick and Professor McGonagall in the Great Hall:
"Mr. Green? Yes, Professor McGonagall, he has learned Sile nce Spell."
Sile nce Spell, Harry vaguely remember that it is something that only sixth grade wizards can learn.
But he just can't be envied. After all, everyone can see him practicing magic spells with a pale face, applying ice packs, having bubbles in his ears, and reading Great Hall non-stop during class.
If someone is really jealous of him and wants to cause trouble for him, then the little wizards who read the notes of "cheap" History of Magic will not agree:
"If you cause trouble for Mr. Green and keep him from finishing writing Green's Notes, Merlin's beard... just wait!"
In short, he is a diligent genius that sometimes makes people unable to think of catching up.
It is said that even those Slytherin dare not speak ill of him easily. The last person who wanted to cause trouble is still in detention.
"Harry, oh - you have to complete an important task."
Wood's words brought Harry back to his senses... Wood had already mentioned several important tasks, and Harry thought it would be the same this time.
But I didn't expect——
"Go and see if this person, Green, has joined Ravenclaw Quidditch Team. If he joins, we will have to change our plan..."
Wood frowned and spoke in a heavy tone,
"Of course, you are still the core of our Gryffindor Quidditch Team plan. Working together, we will still win the Quidditch Cup championship!"
This task came so suddenly, Harry nodded before he could react.
By the time he reacted, his eyes were widened.
other side.
Sean spread out Flying Permit smoothly. In fact, this permission seems to have a certain magical effect.
He put the license on the broom as requested by Madam Hooch, and the broom seemed to be engraved with some special connection.
Sean can sense that there is a high probability that it is Bonding Charm, but it is far more than that.
This made him sigh - Hogwarts is indeed the "safest" in a sense.
In the locker room.
Sean quickly changed clothes, but was blocked when leaving.
"Can you feel the spell up there?"
A red-haired figure jumped out.
Sean nodded, and suddenly another voice sounded:
"Then you will definitely be shocked by the mystery of alchemical craftsmanship!"
Another figure with red hair surrounded Sean from behind.
"This is Hogwarts's best subject."
"—Too bad it can only be learned in sixth grade."
"Unless you're at Beauxbatons——"
"The lower grades can learn the wonderful Alchemy there!"
"Nearly Headless Nick·Master Flamel walked out of Beauxbatons——"
"I think you must have heard of this master."
"But you certainly don't fully understand."
The two people suddenly said in unison:
"After all, he has lived for more than six hundred years!"
Sean had long recognized Fred and George, and their singing together aroused his strong interest in Alchemy.
"So...Weasley, senior, how can I get started?"
"You have to tell us how much you felt on the broom."
Fred put down his broom, and it automatically suspended in the air.
"This is the first time we've seen anyone like us."
George raised his eyebrows.
"Alchemy does not tolerate mediocrity."
Sean recalled for a while and found a note from his bag.
As early as when he first came into contact with a broom, he consciously recorded his perceptions.
The night before Flying Test, he almost dismantled Nimbus 2000.
Although he didn't understand the principle, he knew how the broom worked, so he could roughly draw an anatomical diagram, coupled with a description of the actual effect and a guess at the possible combination of spells.
Sean handed over his notes and watched Fred's eyes light up from being very interested. He glanced at Sean and then at the notes:
"I said George, you have to come and see this -"
"You must be a Alchemy genius!"
George said loudly.
"Just like us!"
Fred raised his head and added.