Chapter 107: Owl Letters

Sean could understand the necessity of this item.

Flying brooms are also called a wizard's comrade-in-arms on the pitch.

Old and backward brooms, for a first-year novice who has just learned to fly,

are undoubtedly extremely holding back, and may even cause danger.

The manual production of flying brooms determines that its upper and lower limits are extremely high.

Expensive brooms, such as the Nimbus 2000, not only have a unique braking device,

but also paid expensive patent fees for braking spells, which can perform quick starts and stops,

and the complex and exquisite alchemy inside also supports it to perform 360-degree turns.

As for the broom Sean was riding, if he dared to force this,

the broom would undoubtedly disintegrate in the air; this can be seen in the manual issued by the Comet Trading Company.

【As you can see, this is a broom used for teaching, at a price of thirty Jin Jialong, what else do you want it to do?】

Sean thinks that the company's leaders Randolph Keitch and Basil Horton have a point.

Perhaps in the eyes of most other little wizards, this is not a problem,

after all, the price of a Cleansweep 1500 is not high, and the Quidditch boutique in Diagon Alley also supports delivery to Hogwarts.

As long as there is a letter, most little wizards' parents are very happy to do this.

But Sean... if someone could send him a letter, that could be called hell.

This also means that before he can leave school, Sean's plan to fly into Ravenclaw Tower has to be shelved temporarily.

The Quidditch pitch at noon is soaked in a kind of extravagant sunshine, the sky is that clear, impurity-free blue, and a few wisps of thin clouds are like white paint smeared at will.

Sean hesitated and asked the last question before leaving:

"Madam Maige, if I can't leave school, what should..."

"Oh, Mr. Green, I think this is not a problem for you,"

Madam Maige handed Sean a towel to wipe off the water droplets dripping from the shed roof,

"Train well, Mr. Green, and this is the least of your worries."

After speaking, she walked away with the broom in big strides.

Leaving the confused Sean standing in place.

Corridor.

A knight in a painting is drinking strong liquor, the huge alcohol strength makes his cheeks flushed.

He carries an overly long sword, and his knees are covered with grass stains from falling.

Seeming to be drunk, he is still shouting at this moment:

"Hogwarts successive headmasters... oh, Violet, you have to know,

Phineas Nigellus Black is an evil, silly idiot!

Armando Dippet is a mediocre person who doesn't know people!

Dumbledore is quite good, but the knight's faith makes me unable to tell a lie—he is a..."

This sudden dangerous remark shocked Sean greatly.

Is Sir Cadogan, who is drunk, so brave?

Not just him, wizards seem to have a strange reckless temperament.

"Sir, if you finish speaking, I think tomorrow only one of you and the sun can appear."

He kindly reminded.

"Oh, little Green..."

Hearing this reminder, Sir Cadogan seemed to have sobered up; his face was still flushed, but his voice was much smaller,

"I mean, Dumbledore is a headmaster who satisfies all wizards at the same time."

"Sir Cadogan, is that really the case?"

Lady Violet, wearing a white dress, blinked, obviously not believing it.

Skipping the noisy paintings,

Sean silently moved the drunken monk painting he had hung here the day before yesterday.

The knight gave him a lot of advice on flying; if his life of more than a dozen centuries ended because of his own gratitude,

it would look like the ending of some cold jokes.

The castle is getting more and more familiar day by day; Sean can even walk into the Great Hall with his eyes closed.

After all, before entering the Great Hall, he could smell the sweet and tempting roasted pumpkin in the corridor.

Today's staple food is pork chops and Hungarian beef stew, and on this basis, there are many flavors of pudding; Sean didn't need to guess who improved the recipe.

Just then, the mail arrived.

A hundred or so owls suddenly flew into the Great Hall, giving some little wizards a big fright.

These owls flew around the dining table until they found their respective owners and threw letters or packages onto their laps.

And these letters would arouse a burst of curiosity among the little wizards.

Although Sean wouldn't receive letters, he didn't mind providing some food for the tired messengers—

little wizards busy reading letters often ignore them.

A few owls landed beside Sean, Sean silently cut a small piece of toast, and quietly watched these spiritual animals eat.

After a while, these pure white owls would fly back to the owlery and sleep with other owls on campus. ===== CHAPTER 108 =====