Chapter 126: Injured

The Quidditch season has begun. Everywhere, people are talking about Quidditch.

The first Quidditch match is on Saturday: Gryffindor versus Slytherin.

If Gryffindor wins, they will rise to second place in the House Cup standings.

Conversely, the hype surrounding Gryffindor and Slytherin has become terrifyingly intense.

As soon as Wizard Sean entered the Great Hall, he heard someone saying:

“I’m sure Harry’s up to something! Every time Gryffindor practices Quidditch, Harry disappears—rain or shine. I suspect—”

At the Gryffindor table, this Gryffindor’s words sparked curiosity among the young wizards.

Heads leaned in; Harry, dining nearby, felt his heart tighten.

“He’s definitely going to pick up the balls!”

His remark instantly drew a chorus of boos from the surrounding students. Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, wouldn’t go pick up balls!

Later, the discussion shifted to Harry’s skill—after all, wasn’t it obvious he was on the team?

Some told him he’d play brilliantly; others said they’d bring mattresses and run beneath him to catch him if he fell—Harry didn’t know which was worse.

At that moment,

Ron got into another argument:

“I told you, Wizard Sean only needs a simple Levitation Charm to defeat a troll!”

“Come on, Weasley, I believe Wizard Sean can do it—but I don’t believe a word you say. Remember? Your Levitation Charm isn’t even as good as mine!”

Theodore, hearing Ron repeat his long-worn story again, couldn’t help sneering:

“I bet you don’t even know how to make a feather spin, let alone a silent Levitation Charm…”

In response, Ron turned red and a rat grew larger—he lunged. Before Theodore understood what was happening, Ron was on top of him, knocking him to the ground.

“I earned twenty points for my house! And you just finished detention!”

Ron roared.

Later, this incident left Ron deeply unsettled. Whenever Wizard Sean passed by, Ron opened his mouth several times but said nothing.

“Will he accept us?”

Compared to before, Ron seemed far less confident.

“As for Wizard Sean…”

Harry wasn’t sure either. No first-year at Hogwarts didn’t know Wizard Sean—but equally, no one besides Hermione and the two others truly understood him.

About what kind of person he was, people could only say: “Ah, excellent, humble…”

They could list a hundred virtues, but when pressed on what kind of wizard Wizard Sean actually was, even Harry could only think: “He’s a good person.” Anything more? He knew nothing.

Unbeknownst to them, Harry and Ron’s excessive attention—or rather, the entire Gryffindor Quidditch team’s furtive interest in Wizard Sean—had drawn the attention of a clever, beautiful Ravenclaw.

“Figured it out yet, Roger?”

At the Ravenclaw table, she watched Wizard Sean leave the hall and asked this.

The Great Hall.

Wizard Sean, wrapped in a thick scarf, was walking toward the exit, flanked by Hermione and Jia Jia Siting.

Since the troll incident, Hermione had developed a new, inexplicable fear of Hogwarts, manifesting as her spending nearly the entire day in the Hope House.

Occasionally, the three of them would sneak out during class breaks to the cold courtyard… just like now.

Just now, Hermione had used magic to conjure a small cluster of bright blue flame, carried inside a jam jar.

As she opened the jar, Wizard Sean’s wand moved in a peculiar rhythm, and soon, a blue fire-lizard emerged from within.

When Hermione closed the lid, it let out a soft “gurgle” of laughter, then melted the lid and slipped back inside the jar.

Hermione strongly suspected Wizard Sean was behind this, and she glared at him, cheeks puffed.

“It wasn’t me.”

Wizard Sean said.

Hermione instantly believed him. She watched the lizard curiously; it burped, spewing a burst of blue flame that nearly burned Hermione’s eyebrows.

Furious, Hermione chased it with her wand.

Jia Jia Siting snapped photos beside them. When he reviewed them, he noticed Wizard Sean was in the exact same pose in every photo—quietly sitting, reading.

【You practiced Advanced Transfiguration at a skilled level once. Proficiency +300】

His progress in transforming objects into “magic” was extremely rapid.

So rapid it was unbelievable—but when he compared it to Professor McGonagall’s own progress in her notes, he realized it wasn’t actually that fast.

He had merely reached the level McGonagall achieved in her third year.

Transfiguration learning has no end. Beyond transforming objects into “magic,”

Advanced Transfiguration also includes transforming “magic” into objects.

And transforming “self” into living creatures; transforming living creatures into other living creatures.

The difference: one alters oneself, like Krum turning his head into a shark;

the other alters others, like Fake Moody turning Malfoy into a weasel.

These are advanced techniques. Wizard Sean has much, much more to learn.

Even for object-to-magic, he only mastered one fire-lizard. Recently, he wondered: could he turn flame into a dragon?

Then he recalled that Fiendfyre could take the shape of living beings—could Fiendfyre be considered a dark magic infused with Transfiguration principles?

Could Fiendfyre’s ability to consume everything stem from Advanced Transfiguration—the Spell of Vanishment?

After all, Transfiguration does allow for stacked transformations.

Professor McGonagall had said: “What is vanished becomes nothing—meaning, it becomes everything.”

Consider: Fiendfyre is an extremely difficult magic to control. Wizards lacking power often harm themselves when casting it, unable to control it or counter it, causing unnecessary destruction—only powerful wizards can control it precisely.

Now consider the “living creatures” created by Transfiguration: wizards lacking power often harm themselves when casting them, unable to control them, causing unnecessary destruction.

As Wizard Sean pondered, Hermione returned, fuming. She had just realized: why was she angry at a magical fire-lizard?

Thinking about it, she laughed at herself.

At that moment, Snape walked through the courtyard. Jia Jia Siting immediately noticed the professor limping.

He nudged Wizard Sean—he knew Wizard Sean had been practicing potions in the dungeons.

Wizard Sean looked over.

Snape was limping toward Harry and Ron. He seemed to be searching for an excuse to scold them, no matter what.

“What is that in your hand, Potter?”

“Quidditch Through the Ages.”

Harry showed him.

“Books from the library are not permitted off school grounds,”

Professor Snape said,

“Hand it over. Five points from Gryffindor.”

“He just made that rule up.”

Harry muttered under his breath as he watched Snape limp away, annoyed,

“I wonder what’s wrong with his leg?”

“No idea—but I hope it hurts like hell.”

Ron said gleefully.