Chapter 103: Prevailing Notes

"I understand, Professor,"

Sean cleaned the cauldron, and before leaving, he paused, his emerald eyes full of sincerity:

"Thank you for your materials and guidance."

When he left the dungeon, Professor Sineipu's face was flickering in the candlelight.

He wouldn't forget those techniques; although he didn't know where the other party learned them,

but it undoubtedly reminded him of those rare bright days.

He had never seen a student who loved Potions so purely.

He doesn't care about sarcasm, personal grudges, only cares about Potions itself.

He holds the initial, purest love for Potions, and even has techniques he is extremely familiar with—

that is something he once studied and discussed with someone, it was his rare light.

It is this focus and familiar technique that makes his heart feel stinging—

he hates seeing his own shadow,

especially when this shadow is connected to everything he has lost.

His gaze was gloomy,

is it bitterness, anger, or that trace of unsuppressible appreciation?

At this moment, there is a heavy rain outside the window, and the emotions permeating the rain are as long and violent as the wind.

Sean held the book, his pace light.

Ignoring Professor Sineipu's poisonous tongue, he might really be called a qualified professor.

At least he truly loves Potions and possesses superb skills. ===== CHAPTER 104 =====