Chapter 154

The Great Hall.

The fire salamander on the edge suddenly darted into mid-air, spinning wildly in the room, crackling and releasing sparks, accompanied by some loud noises.

Percy scolded Fred and George fiercely with a hoarse voice. The fire salamander spat orange-red stars from its mouth, which was very beautiful and spectacular.

It fled into the hearth with successive explosions. All of this made Sean's already pleasant and relaxed mood even more leisurely.

He prepared to take a day off for himself. Professor McGonagall asked him to go around Hogwarts.

The Professor warned him sternly that if a young wizard exercises magical ability too aggressively, it is possible to have the opposite effect.

The Professor asked him to have a good sleep and relax his strained spirit. Combining work and rest is never outdated anywhere.

At the entrance of the Great Hall, two pairs of eyes were staring at Sean:

"Jia Siting, are you sure this will work?"

Hermione looked up, otherwise she couldn't see Jia Siting from behind the pile of books piled up like a mountain.

"Of course it will work, have you forgotten what that knight said? He is wearing a knight medal from the time of King Arthur, you know, knights never lie."

Jia Siting walked over confidently.

Under the enchanted ceiling (it was cloudy gray this afternoon), bowls of porridge, plates of pickled herring, mountains of steaks, and plates of pudding were placed on the long tables of the four houses.

Hermione and Jia Siting sat down beside Sean, and Hermione's *Intermediate Transfiguration* was spread out on a milk jug.

"Um, Sean, I mean, it's the weekend, I'm afraid I need a little help..."

Jia Siting spoke with a little embarrassment.

Sean, who was thinking about what it meant to maintain an excellent level of magic, nodded silently.

"I need History of Magic notes..."

"Just finished supplementing the part about the King Arthur period, the recent History of Magic homework starts from page sixty-five."

"And Herbology, Astronomy, and Potions..."

"Um, but you have to practice the specific details, there is a detailed process above."

"Oh—forgot to say, Defense Against the Dark Arts and Charms I also..."

Sean paused for a second and looked at Jia Siting helplessly,

"Charms notes are with Hermione, and Defense Against the Dark Arts notes are with you."

"You are too clumsy! You were discovered—"

Hermione's face was a little red.

"This is not important, Hermione."

Jia Siting's smile was warmer,

"You and I both know that if Sean doesn't have notes, he can only rest."

Just when they were discussing in a low voice,

Michael on the side had already widened his eyes, and he began to shake Anthony in the next second:

"Look, look, it turns out this is a friend, a friend who can save a life on a death weekend!

Hey! I said can you two be more competitive!"

Young wizards are always noisy. In the corner of the noisy long table, Neville was eating the toast in his hand, occasionally looking at the noisy crowd, and then he lowered his head again.

At this time, he was suddenly hugged by Michael:

"Hey, I said Neville, I contributed a whole week of pudding, have you ever entered that place?"

Neville was timid, and only then remembered that every time Sean's guidance ended in the second corridor.

He seemed to have never seen that place, so his breathing became heavier, and his lips trembled with anxiety:

"No..."

"Merlin's pants—"

Michael's eyes widened even more.

Evening,

The night color blurred all the way from the direction of the Forbidden Forest.

Sean walked slowly, holding a magic lantern in his hand, illuminating the stone path under his feet.

Before the "Lumos" spell was invented, wizards had always used magic lanterns to illuminate.

Sean could feel the spell group inside it—a combination of lighting spells different from "Lumos", which looked more powerful but consumed more.

If the brightness of Lumos is one, the limit brightness is seven;

Then the minimum brightness of the magic lantern is three, and the limit exceeds twenty.

This comes from the older spell group inside it, which seems to be engraved with runes.

There is a vague saying in the wizarding world that the older it is, the more powerful it is. This is not to say that magic itself has not progressed, but compared to the simple and easy-to-use *Standard Book of Spells*, ancient magic is very rough.

Life spells such as Open Sesame have good power and are often used by young wizards for dueling, with many casualties.

The casting time of ancient magic is extremely long. According to records, this is greatly reflected in the International Wizard Dueling Championship:

Wizards often pursue magical power, and are eventually defeated because the casting is too slow.

For example, a wizard once wanted to cast a magic with a very long guidance time. If he succeeded, he could conjure a mountain to smash at his opponent, but the opponent defeated him with an Expelliarmus.

Modern magic has been simplified by the wizarding world for more than ten centuries, which leads to modern magic casting being very fast but the power is very small compared to ancient times, and the main uses may also be very different: such as the Cutting Curse, which was usually used for execution in ancient times.

However, for Sean, when his proficiency progresses to a certain stage, standard spells will eventually be unable to satisfy him.

This also made Sean realize—no wonder so many powerful wizards will actively learn runes and learn more ancient magic after learning to a certain stage. There is a problem of an upper limit.

In-depth thinking about magic has been integrated into Sean's life. In a leisurely state, this is a relaxation for him.

Just when he took out Headmaster Dumbledore's letter and thought about how to stay at Hogwarts forever,

He saw a figure going back and forth on the stairs, trying to hide himself in the corner.

"Sean—"

Neville shouted with almost all his courage.

Sean stopped. When he turned back, Neville also turned back, as if he hadn't shouted.

This made Jia Siting, who was peeking at the classroom door, laugh out loud.

In the classroom, Hermione was practicing the Levitation Charm.

Her desk was covered with all kinds of notes, and several books borrowed from the library had not been returned, and were covered by newly borrowed books.

Sean's desk was slightly different. He usually habitually memorized unimportant books, and some important books were still carried with him after memorizing.

Just like that *Magical Theory*, this also led to his desk being neat and orderly. Except for the delicious desserts that would occasionally refresh, everything else was traceable.

"Excellent magical level obviously includes practice and theory, and practice level is the only standard to test theory..."

The shorthand quill hovered on the light blue notes and recorded,

"The manifestation of a wizard's magical level in practice is usually Charms and Transfiguration, and Potions can also be counted as one of them..."

Headmaster Dumbledore's requirements are very consistent with Sean's current goals. He was already making certain preparations to deal with the possible dangers at Hogwarts (such as trolls, such as those "pure-bloods" who discriminate against Muggle wizards).

So he made plans for the goals after Monday while walking toward Neville.