Chapter 123

【You practiced flying once to expert standards, proficiency +50】

【A new Flying field title has been unlocked】

When leaving the Quidditch pitch, his flying technique also broke through 【Entry Level】 and became 【Skilled】,

Sean naturally opened the panel:

【Title: Intermediate Flyer】

【Significantly increase perception of flying broom magic, significantly improve flying talent, slightly improve short-term explosive power for flying】

Sean held the Nimbus 2000 in his hand, still feeling a bit unreal.

The thing that had worried him for so long had come into his hands in such an incredible way.

Professor Maige was as warm as the old lady who often came to the orphanage; back then, she would always bring some pudding to Sean in the hospital bed.

Sean admired her just as he admired the professor.

For a moment, he really treated Hogwarts as... home.

In the corridor,

Sean suddenly heard a strange sound, like the sobbing of a little boy.

In the shadows at the end of the corridor, Neville Longbottom curled himself into a ball, leaning against the cold stone wall.

The rough texture of the stone pressed against his shoulder through his robe, but he could hardly feel it, because another sharper pain was spreading from the bottom of his heart, choking his throat.

Tears rolled down uncontrollably, scalding hot.

He bit his lower lip hard, trying to stop the shameful whimpering, but only tasted salty tears and a deeper sense of shame.

The scene from yesterday's Charms class replayed in his mind over and over—he waved his wand nervously, chanting the incantation for the Levitation Charm, but the result was a dazzling beam of light shooting out of control, accurately hitting Professor Fuliwei, who was caught off guard.

He watched as the professor's small body was thrown up, hitting the bookshelf behind like a feather, quills and parchment falling all over the floor.

At that moment, the whole world stood still.

However, after Professor Fuliwei climbed up, he just patted the dust off his robe, without even a word of reprimand.

But this tolerance and patience weighed on Neville's heart like the heaviest stone.

He was not worthy of this kindness.

He was an idiot, an idiot who couldn't even master the simplest spell and even hurt the professor.

Just like those Slytherins said...

He buried his face deep in his knees, his shoulders trembling violently.

Just then, a hesitant sound of footsteps rang out gently in the empty corridor, stopping not far away.

Neville held his breath in fear, hoping he was completely invisible.

The person seemed to observe him for a few seconds, and then, the footsteps rang out again, lighter, slower, approaching cautiously.

Finally, the person stopped at a short distance beside him and slowly squatted down.

"Longbottom?"

Michael was holding a book; in fact, he had important things to do today, but seeing this guy crying, he couldn't just turn a blind eye,

"Spell mistakes are a very normal thing, didn't Professor Fuliwei say anything?"

Neville almost cried out again,

Michael panicked instantly, and he blurted out:

"Isn't it just learning spells! Fine, I'll tell you a secret—

go past this corridor, go to the spiral staircase from the second floor to the third floor, wait at the end of the first corridor, and you will discover the secret to Mr. Fenli's rapid progress."

After speaking, he patted his head in annoyance.