Chapter 152

One thousand two hundred Galleons?!

How did he remember it wasn't this amount?

"Oh, take it, child—"

Seeming to have expected Sean's confusion, a note floated out of the bag.

Sean looked up, and Headmaster Dumbledore was blinking at him.

Hogwarts is really rich and powerful...

Sean silently put away the bag. This is also a valuable item. Because of the use of Runespoor skin and complex alchemy, the price has always been high.

Now Sean's small black bag is full of wealth:

An Undetectable Extension Bag containing one thousand two hundred Galleons, some knowledge notes from the greatest potioneer, a yellowed and wear-resistant letter...

Sean never felt that his pace would be so light. The golden light poured onto the ancient stone wall through the huge window, and the warmth seemed to be touchable.

The moving portraits on the wall were not idle either: a wizard wearing a wig dozed off in the frame, with a buzzing bee stopping on his hat; the noblewoman in the next frame, together with her pet cat, hummed an out-of-tune song following the little faun playing the flute in a landscape painting.

Until a reckless knight grabbed a pony and rushed out a path:

"Little Green!"

Sean heard a familiar voice and stopped.

"Thank you for your help, Sir."

"Not worth mentioning—"

The knight seemed to have heard what he wanted to hear, so he hummed a little tune and left here.

The Fat Lady nearby chuckled:

"Sir—can't help showing off—"

Lady Violet's face was still a little shy, and she didn't say anything, just looked at the knight with bright eyes. At this time, he couldn't climb onto the pony again, but everyone knew that when you need a noble heart and a strong body, the knight will definitely appear.

Just like after the Fat Lady portrait canvas was slashed into pieces by the manic fugitive Sirius Black, only Sir Cadogan bravely volunteered to become the new guard of Gryffindor Tower.

In the final Battle of Hogwarts, he also accompanied Harry in the portraits on the wall, cheering for Harry loudly, ready to fight to the end.

Noble heart, strong body, fearless courage...

Sean watched the knight go away, and a complex and enthusiastic emotion filled his heart.

He walked again, faster and faster, and finally the sound of the wind whistled in his ears.

At Sean's destination, in the Transfiguration classroom, Minerva Marcus Marcus Maige watched the little wizard's figure getting closer and closer for a long time.

A look of relief flashed in her eyes, but her brows never relaxed for a moment, and finally the stern face only had depth left.

A few ravens flew by in the twilight, and Professor Marcus Marcus Maige's whisper was drowned out by the chirping.

Entering October, the weather is getting colder, the rain is increasing, and the night is becoming darker, but the mud, strong winds, and heavy rain cannot destroy the warm fire in the fireplace.

When Sean trotted over, her deep face also became soft:

"There is no Transfiguration practice today, have a good rest, Mr. Green,"

After she finished speaking, she keenly noticed the corners of Sean's mouth subconsciously raised, her voice was gentle and powerful,

"The road of life is still long,

You will experience hardships along the way,

Mr. Green.

So,

Whatever you do,

You must keep the hopeful smile on your face."

In the Transfiguration classroom.

Minerva Marcus Marcus Maige hadn't written a letter for a long time. This time, she wanted to go to the orphanage called Wool's.

Her eyebrows were a little drooping, and the movements in her hands did not stop for a moment.

"Minerva, I haven't seen you write a letter for a long time..."

Dumbledore appeared in the classroom at some point. He rarely didn't tease, and his tone was full of kindness and imperceptible... probing?

Professor Marcus Marcus Maige paused, and the floating quill had a moment of rest:

"Forgive me, Albus,

Unless you see that barren soil with your own eyes like I do,

That child, gritted his teeth and walked a long way..."

A lonely child,

A child without a family,

A child who walked out of the cold winter and barren soil,

A child with ten thousand reasons to complain and bend.

In that thin body, she saw nothing but a tenacious and kind soul.

It was pouring rain outside the window, and the sky was as dark as if it had been painted with a layer of sticky black potion, but the room was bright and cheerful.

The firelight reflected countless soft armchairs, and people sat in the chairs reading, chatting, and doing homework.

As for the twin brothers Fred and George Wei Silai, they were studying what would happen if a fire salamander was fed some Filibuster fireworks.

Fred "rescued" this bright orange-red lizard from the Care of Magical Creatures class. At this moment, it was lying on a table burning sullenly, surrounded by a group of curious people.

Behind a crowd of curious eyes, Sean was taking out a strange note from his bag. The beautiful handwriting was inexplicably written crookedly. When Sean looked at it from another angle, the dog-crawling words inside became normal.

【Dear Mr. Green:

Learning of your request from Minerva, I am both gratified and moved by your passion for knowledge.

Honeydukes' Lemon Sherbet might sweeten the tongue, but a tireless heart of inquiry is the light that can truly illuminate the wizarding world.

Regarding your request to stay at school during the summer, I have carefully considered it. I am happy to inform you, Mr. Green. Permission to stay at school needs to meet the following conditions:

—You need to continue to maintain an excellent level of magic, which will be the most important criterion;

—You need at least three recommendation letters from teachers (including the Head of House), proving that you are not only talented but also have a sense of responsibility and team spirit.

—You need at least one special contribution: whether it is assisting Madam Pince in organizing books, or nursing and protecting magical plants, I hope to see how you turn talent into actions that benefit others. The greatness of the magical world has always coexisted with a sense of responsibility.

In addition, if you decide to stay at school, you can come to my office for tea every Saturday morning.

Finally, no matter what, please remember that the fireplace at Hogwarts will always beat with warm flames for you.】

Sean held the envelope. He didn't expect that he just mentioned this matter inadvertently, and Professor Marcus Marcus Maige went to fight for his qualifications again.

Hogwarts, which never allowed students to stay at school during the summer, actually opened its doors to him.