Chapter 129: Corridor Conflict

In the dungeons,

Professor Sineipu's gloomy gaze gradually shifted to a corner Sean had not noticed.

The truth was so simple, and yet so... deeply ironic.

There was no conspiracy, no greed, only the clumsy efforts of a thin, frail young wizard trying every way he could to seek knowledge.

Verifying this was also very simple—so simple that Professor Sineipu remained silent for a long time.

Sean was lost in thought; he looked at the open notebook and understood what was going on in an instant.

Well, Quidditch was indeed a sensitive subject for Professor Sineipu, and he hadn't even noticed it himself.

Sean quickly reflected on his slightly deviated behavior of late and discovered that everything had started on that warm afternoon—

When Marcus Maige smiled and listened to him say so many things.

He would have to bring a new notebook next time,

Sean thought.

At this moment, the Swelling Solution had reached its final stage.

Sean used the improved ritual without hesitation, his body and mind immersed in that thick, viscous potion.

He felt the subtle magic within the cauldron become clear once more, and he carefully guided them toward fusion.

And so—

【You have brewed a pot of Swelling Solution to the standard of a Skilled hand, Proficiency +10】

Sean's face turned pale for a moment, but he did not rest; instead, he transferred the potion into a crystal vial and extinguished the flames.

Before leaving the dungeons, Sean had ten Jin Jialong in his hand.

He froze slightly, then carefully counted out seven Jin Jialong and placed them back into Professor Sineipu's hand.

"You gave too much, Professor. A standard-quality Swelling Solution does not exceed five Jin Jialong on the market."

After saying this, Sean began to pack his small bag.

The little black bag was slightly faded, like old clothes bleached by the sun, with gray-white edges as if covered in a thin layer of dust.

The surface of the bag should have been smooth, but now it was frayed, and in some places, it had even cracked slightly, revealing the light-colored fibers beneath.

This was the bag given by Grandma Milan, and Sean had used it until now.

……

In the corridor.

Sean silently organized his plan. His Aguamenti and Accio were already at the Entry level; next was to grind the Levitation Charm.

According to the plan, it had to be completed within this week.

After all, there was only a little over a week left until the month was up.

Although time was tight, it was under control. He could cast over a dozen 【Skilled】 level Levitation Charms at once, and combined with Professor Sineipu's recovery potions, the proficiency he could grind in a day would be no less than six hundred.

The proficiency required for the Skilled level was nine hundred, and Sean guessed that the Expert level would not exceed three thousand.

If he immersed himself in spells and potions all day, Sean estimated that he could reach no less than nine hundred in a day.

The shorthand quill fluttered, recording Sean's thoughts.

What he did not notice was that in the shadows not far behind him,

There had always been a wizard with a gloomy face.

Just simply verifying the truth of that fellow's words...

Sineipu once again faded into the shadows.

Meanwhile, at the other end of the corridor.

Xiang Hemin moved through the slightly quiet portraits, clutching a letter in her hand, hurrying toward the suit of armor of the great knight.

As if to make up for the fright that night, Harry had earnestly explained his speculations about the three-headed dog and indicated that if Xiang Hemin was willing, they could talk.

"If that package is related to Headmaster Dumbledore, then those two guys should know it's extremely dangerous!

They might even sabotage Headmaster Dumbledore's plan!"

She muttered to herself while walking even more hurriedly.

A strange sound suddenly came from the corridor. Xiang Hemin turned her head; it was Theodore and his group. ===== CHAPTER 130 =====