Chapter 120

In the corridor.

Sean curiously took a few extra looks at Sir Cadogan; the knight was facing away from him, still trying to climb onto the pony.

It seemed nothing was wrong.

"Little Green, you always look like you're not feeling well."

Lady Violet blinked, asking with curiosity,

"Is it Charms, Potions, or Transfiguration today?"

"Transfiguration."

Sean answered honestly.

Then he looked at Sir Cadogan again.

The knight seemed to be fine; it seems Professor Sineipu is relatively... tolerant towards portraits?

Just as Sean was relieved to leave, a female voice suppressing laughter rang out:

"Alright, my dear knight, little Green is gone."

Only then did the knight in the portrait slowly turn around—his front was completely different from his back.

The polished plate armor from the chest to the abdominal armor was completely dented into an unnatural curve, the nose guard was beaten crooked to the left,

and the red ostrich feather on top of the helmet, usually spirited, was now only half left, dripping with muddy water.

His face was a disaster scene:

the left eye was swollen to a slit, while the right eye was wide open, his beard was matted into hard strands by some kind of mucus, and even had a few suspicious mushroom crumbs hanging from it.

"What are you looking at!"

His voice was hoarse but still loud, his eyes glaring at the young wizards outside the frame,

"Haven't you ever seen a medal of victory?!"

But when those young wizards went around to the side of the frame, they couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Sir Cadogan's back was a completely different sight—the silver-blue cloak didn't even have a speck of mud on it, the velvet fabric as smooth as new;

the plate armor on his back was polished enough to reflect the furrowed brow of Hemin Granger as she hurried past;

even the tassel on the long sword he carried on his back had been carefully braided, swaying elegantly with his movements.

"Hahaha—Knight, it's really hard on you—"

Lady Violet laughed until she couldn't close her mouth.

"Despicable trolls! Outnumbered!"

Sir Cadogan growled in annoyance, scaring a first-year student into falling to the ground,

"And despicable..."

The knight looked left and right, and after seeing nothing, muttered a few words.

With the help of Professor Sineipu's potion, Sean's progress in Charms could be said to be rapid,

he used to need to rest for a long time before practicing spells again, but now he could recover half in half an hour.

"Agua—men—ti!"

As Sean's wand traced the arc of the water flow, a stream of clear water flowed along the tip of his wand,

although it didn't last long, being able to guide the water flow meant his proficiency had increased again.

【You practiced the Aguamenti Charm once to skilled standards, proficiency +10】

Sean silently checked the panel:

【Accio: Apprentice Level (3/300)】

【Aguamenti: Entry Level (2/900)】

【Levitation Charm: Entry Level (200/900)】

There is hope to grind Accio to entry level before tomorrow,

thinking of this, Sean raised the corners of his mouth.

"Agua—men—ti!"

A full-voiced female voice rang out, and a stream of water also appeared at the tip of Hemin's wand,

"It seems that a larger arc will indeed have a very good effect..."

She drew the curve of the arc one-to-one in her notebook, and another quill shook; it was Sean who had added the details of the pronunciation.

Then, Hemin held her nose high and looked at Jia Siting, who was still practicing.

"My mother says, every stream has its own direction,"

Jia Siting said with a gentle smile, not caring at all about his slow progress,

"but guess what the result is? They all return to the sea."

His words made Hemin blush, and the young witch turned her head away:

"Fine, it seems you can do it yourself."

"No, mother means, rivers all over the world will meet again, Hemin, are you willing to help a stranded stream?"

Jia Siting held his wand, looking like "I really need help."

Hemin puffed out her cheeks, but still leaned over:

"Hmph—your stress is all wrong!"

Wednesday.

The dome of the Hogwarts Great Hall still reflected the pale purple sky.

Thousands of candles hung in mid-air, emitting a warm halo.

The four long tables were already noisy.

First-years in pajamas rubbed their sleepy eyes, almost pouring pumpkin juice into their porridge;

two Hufflepuff girls put their heads together to study Transfiguration notes, their hair tips stained with jam;

the Ravenclaw table suddenly burst into laughter, someone had made their "History of Magic" textbook do a tap dance.

Owls were diving from high above like a rain of feathers, bringing many packages and newspapers like "The Daily Prophet."

There were an unusually large number of messengers today.

Even the owls on Sean's desk exceeded ten,

Sean guessed,

perhaps owls also share secrets, otherwise the number of owls coming to beg for food wouldn't increase every time.

So he fought while waving his wand, the toast on the table was torn apart, and nuts and some meat grains flew to the feathers of the tired messengers.

Hemin received an unusually large number of letters today,

and when she opened them, they revealed a large number of books, exquisite quills, or some candies.

Even her tone of voice today had softened too much, and the thing she did most was write letters seriously.

Jia Siting did not appear in the Great Hall,

because he had been busy in the kitchen for the past two days.

In fact, the last time Hemin urgently needed to write a letter, he let his owl help Hemin deliver it, and accidentally learned a piece of news—

tomorrow is the young witch's birthday.

So after quietly inquiring about some information, he had been fighting in the kitchen.

Incidentally, he asked as if casually:

"Sean, oh, I mean, what about you?"

Sean was silent for a while and shook his head.

He didn't know.

For an orphan who grew up in an orphanage, the day they were picked up is their birthday,

but unfortunately, the caregiver who picked up Sean had already left, unable to bear the meager salary.

Plus, the orphanage hadn't celebrated birthdays for the orphans for a long time,

so knowing his own birth date had become a luxury.

However, what Sean didn't notice was that when he shook his head,

Jia Siting was completely stunned on the spot.

In the Great Hall.

Every long table had owls visiting.

Hemin opened her letters, a look of feigned anger appearing on her face after taking out a plush toy,

and then she seemed helpless, yet carefully put the toy in her bag.

But the letters here at Sean's were rarely empty.

Sean didn't care at all; he fought with his lamb chop while thinking about the possibility of getting the twins to "adventure" and bring back a broom,

working hard to brew potions these days, it was still possible to save up a hundred Jin Jialong to buy a Nimbus 1500.

But he had to consider the cost of hiring the twins...

Just as Sean's thoughts drifted.

An owl that looked spirited grabbed a letter and landed in front of Sean.

When Sean gently handed over a small piece of lamb chop, it placed the letter in Sean's hand.

Sean was silent for a while,

he remembered, he was an orphan, right? This is... what the hell?

Fortunately, it seemed there were already enough "ghosts" seen at Hogwarts.

So he opened the envelope:

【This is indeed your letter, so, come to me, child.

—Minerva Maige】