When Sean woke up, he felt utterly invigorated and comfortable all over. Closing his eyes, he could sense the vigorous magical power within him, faint yet undeniably present. Before yesterday, Sean had never felt this way.
Of course, Sean's perception was so obvious because he had undergone a second Magic Awakening yesterday, gaining nearly twice as much magical power out of thin air.
What was also worth noting was that Sean's newly acquired Magic Awakening talent did not merely increase the number of times he could awaken his magic. It also increased the rate at which his magical power grew as he aged.
In other words, if Sean's magical power had previously increased by 10 each year, it would now increase by nearly 20. The growth rate had almost doubled, and to Sean, that was the greatest surprise brought by the Magic Awakening talent.
The infirmary door was pushed open. Snape strode in from outside with his usual forceful gait, stopped beside Sean's bed, and immediately began berating him.
"Sean Bulstrode! What exactly is going through that Troll brain of yours, as Gryffindor-like as it is? I told you to stay away from the Savior, yet you apparently didn't take a single word I said seriously. You stubbornly insisted on hanging around that great Savior, just like Stupid Weasley, happily becoming the Savior's little follower. Are you prepared to give everything—even your life—for the Savior's recklessness, arrogance, and brainlessness?"
As he watched the Slytherin Snake King continuously spit venom at him, Sean knew very well that his Head of House bore him no ill will. On the contrary, Snape was only acting this way because he cared about him.
Once Snape's venomous tirade finally subsided, Sean smiled and said, "Professor, I'm sorry I didn't follow your advice. I originally