Chapter 127

Sean was silently recalling the content on the notes,

Professor Sprout not only taught him how to process ginger, but also taught him how to process wood sorrel, mugwort, and aloe juice.

These are all herbal materials used for Deflating Draught; because of this, Sean had great confidence in tonight's potion brewing.

Plus the improved ritual and will guidance, he could at least brew a 【Skilled】 level Deflating Draught.

That's right, just learned it and it's already skilled.

This made his pace even lighter.

Until—

"Hogsmeade week is still a month away... oh, actually, the second time I went to Hogsmeade village, I realized that this is the only place in the UK without Muggles—"

A familiar voice said.

"Mmhmm."

Sean saw that it was Senior Leon answering.

"What are you planning to buy at Honeydukes this time?"

Senior Leon raised his eyebrows,

"If you dare to buy broom cleaner in there again, you can go in by yourself."

"Hehe—"

Sean probably guessed who this was.

"Clearly they have everything there... Pepper Imps—eat one and smoke comes out of your mouth—and chocolate balls, full of strawberry mousse and regular mousse,

and sugar quills, just like when you suck on them in class without Professor Marcus Maige noticing, and end up being thrown out of the classroom..."

Senior Leon looked down at Senior Bruce and said,

"But as soon as you go in, you ask people for broom cleaner, and if they don't give it to you, you steal and sprinkle itching powder on others..."

Sean, who heard this, had already widened his eyes slightly.

"Alright, alright, but it's not like I didn't give the antidote, and it's not like I didn't get hit by a broom—hmm—the weather is really good today... oh, Sean!"

Senior Bruce turned around and waved at Sean as if he had eyes in the back of his head.

Leon silently took back the sentence "What about the beating that Piste and I took."

Sean politely greeted the three seniors.

At this moment, the bell rang, and Sean was preparing to go to the Great Hall for dinner, when he heard Senior Bruce's voice with a smile:

"Oh, the few days you were gone, just dealing with the disasters caused by those young wizards took up a lot of our time,

I often suspect they are also good material for pranks, otherwise how could they be more troublesome than I was back then?"

Senior Bruce blinked,

Leon and Piste behind him nodded deeply, not knowing which point they were agreeing with.

"This also made me realize one thing—you came back just in time."

Senior Bruce took out three chocolate, raspberry, and crushed nut ice creams from somewhere,

stuffed them into Sean's hand, and then whispered:

"You wouldn't believe it, I won a bet on you.

Hufflepuff manual, sharing joy, is an important part of sharing—"

So Sean, feeling a bit inexplicable, entered the Great Hall with three chocolate, raspberry, and crushed nut ice creams.

He always felt that Senior Bruce seemed to be hiding something from him, but with Senior Bruce's brain circuit of buying broom cleaner at Honeydukes and sprinkling itching powder on others if they didn't give it to him,

it was hard for Sean to guess what he wanted to do.

Perhaps just as Senior Leon once sighed:

"When there is danger, you can fully trust Bruce, but if there is no danger, you'd better stay away from him."

In the Great Hall.

Hemin was still writing letters seriously, her face showing sorrow one moment and joy the next.

Beside her were more candies and notebooks, which looked like they were sent by new messengers.

"Sean, um, I mean."

She suddenly turned her head, and a chocolate, raspberry, and crushed nut ice cream was stuffed into her hand.

"Delicious."

Sean said, and gave another one to Jia Siting, who was a bit mentally dazed from staying in the kitchen.

Hemin looked at the delicious ice cream on the table and was stunned, then seemed to breathe a sigh of relief:

"Last time, I discovered you didn't have a notebook..."

Hemin finished in one breath, and then the roast chicken in front of Sean was blocked by a small mountain of notebooks.

The fireplace in the Great Hall was always burning with warm firelight, and Sean heard Hemin say intermittently:

"You brought too few, I happened to have extras..."

Then she buried herself in the letters and didn't look at Sean.

Sean was stunned for a few seconds; he saw that the blank pages in the notebooks with "Gift for Miss Hemin Granger" had all been torn off.

It looked like it had been prepared for a long time.

So when Jia Siting secretly asked him in the classroom what else Hemin would like, he also pondered for a long time.

"Mature notes for the seven main subjects at Hogwarts."

Sean said.

"Mer—Merlin—"

Jia Siting had an "I knew it" look, covering his forehead.

Then, he realized later:

"Fine, I really can't believe what I'm about to say—you're right, Sean."

So Sean stayed in the classroom for a while, mainly to arrange some things with Jia Siting and package the notes.

Jia Siting guaranteed again and again that Hemin would not enter the classroom today; Sean didn't know what he had done.

At the same time, in the corridor.

Harry was quietly letting Hedwig mix a letter telling the "Gringotts theft incident" into those messengers and deliver it to Hemin.

Dungeon.

Sean, full of enthusiasm, turned the corner with a bag full of notes.

Just as he didn't expect the flying broom to come from Professor Marcus Maige, he didn't expect the short supply of notebooks to come from Hemin.

Speaking of letters, he took out a yellowed piece of paper from the innermost part of his bag.

This was quietly brought to him by the old lady who often came to the orphanage; the second week after receiving this letter, he learned the news of the kind old woman's passing.

The letter paper in his hand was very thick, as if made of some extremely tough material.

【Dear Sean:

Life always suddenly gets better at some moment; this is my little secret.

Please continue to do something, even if it's the smallest thing, the gears of fate will slowly turn.

My dear child, you must believe this.

Always loving you—Milan】

(A pressed violet was pressed in the corner of the letter paper)

He carefully put the letter away and entered the dungeon.

The dungeon was cold and dark, and the candles cast flickering shadows in the room.

Glass jars of all kinds were piled in the corners, with strange biological organs floating inside, slowly turning in the viscous liquid.

Professor Sineipu's black robe swept across the dusty stone floor like the wings of a bat.

When he saw that familiar technique again, his gaze became complex.

The notebook was placed aside by Sean, and in every gap of brewing, he would take time to write down his records of the potion steps.

He had become accustomed to constant revision and improvement.

Until the wind turned the notebook to a page full of handwriting.

Professor Sineipu seemed not to care about Sean's brewing at all, but in fact, his cold gaze had instantly swept over:

He only saw a few words, and that was—the use of the Nimbus 2000.