Chapter 157

It seems that it is not just Gryffindor who came for flight training. Sean saw a group of Hufflepuffs from a long distance, and they entered the Quidditch pitch while talking and laughing.

When Sean passed them, he could still see the brooms and books in their hands—

The Hufflepuff on the far left who looked honest when smiling was holding *The Beater's Bible*—"Kill the Seeker" is the first rule in the book.

The gentle senior in the center holding a broom naturally opened *Flying Like a Madman*, pointing to a certain content in the book:

Use a sandwich move to score—this move is two Chasers entering the scoring area, knocking the Keeper aside, making a hoop nakedly exposed to the third Chaser.

Causing a burst of laughter from everyone.

Sean didn't know whether it was Quidditch that made the Hufflepuffs become barbaric, or whether wizards inherently possessed some barbaric characteristics.

He could only silently pull away from the Quidditch players and then left here.

The Quidditch pitch in the morning was shrouded in a thin, pearly mist.

The stands were empty, and only a few early owls were grooming their feathers on the high shelves. Dew hung on the goal posts, occasionally dripping, smashing into a mushroom shape on the soft grass.

Sean was wrapped in a thick Ravenclaw scarf, put the *Intermediate Transfiguration* he was holding into his bag, and the glossy red wood handle of the Nimbus 2000 was also dyed into a blurry golden red by the sun.

Sean listened to the sound of the wind blowing through the pitch, which had a near-hypnotic tranquility. Far away, a few chirps came from the direction of the Owlry, and a piece of mail flapped its wings and flew lazily toward the castle.

So Sean had approached Hogwarts Castle.

In a room where the fireplace was burning violently, the sternness in Minerva McGonagall's eyes shattered into deep softness.

... He should indeed rest, this is what he deserves.

"Little wizard! Let me ask you a question!"

Mr. Owl flapped his wings and stared at Sean who was coming from the Great Hall. Although Sean knew that no matter whether he answered or not, Mr. Owl would let him in, he always answered Mr. Owl's questions seriously.

However...

Looking at Neville who was shivering from the cold wind beside him, he sighed slightly.

"Sean... it's too difficult... I can't answer it at all..."

Neville didn't seem to know about Mr. Owl, and was about to cry at this moment.

"Drink."

Sean silently handed over the steaming pumpkin juice he had just taken,

"I think Jia Siting should have told you about this, so, Neville, why don't you go in?"

After drinking the steaming pumpkin juice, Neville's shivering body calmed down a lot.

"Too... impolite... I can't... add trouble..."

Neville stuttered.

He will get used to it in the end, just like Jia Siting.

Sean thought.

"Difficult question! Mystery question! Little wizard! Smart little wizard! Why do you think Hogwarts and the nearby village names contain lard?"

Although Mr. Owl had never stumped Sean, it was always tireless.

"Excessive wisdom is the greatest wealth! If you forget this, the door of Ravenclaw will run away by itself!"

Mr. Owl once said this.

"Hogwarts was founded around the tenth century. At that time, wild boars were still a sacred animal, favored by nobles and big figures in the Western Kingdom in the history of hunting. Well, it also symbolizes spiritual power and Druid priests."

Sean replied.

This time Mr. Owl didn't make noise again, but bowed skillfully, and then the sky blue door emerged.

Neville stared at Mr. Owl bowing. He remembered that this gentleman shouldn't flap his wings, show his claws, and then be anxious and want to catch people?

"Good morning—Sean."

Jia Siting was watering a Dirigible Plum.

Since Neville joined and brought many potted plants, Jia Siting also received some plants from Professor Sprout.

For example, the Dirigible Plum, which is a fruit that looks like a small orange-red radish, will hang upside down on the growing shrubs.

Sean remembered that Xenophilius Lovegood and a few others believed that Dirigible Plums could also improve people's ability to accept abnormal things.

The fireplace fire crackled and burned, dispelling the cold air in the corridor. Neville shivered and walked to the soft wooden chair next to the fireplace and sat down, and the fire made his body slowly warm up.

"What is this? Sean?"

Jia Siting saw the long package at a glance, and some neat, straight branches were revealing a small section.

"Obviously a broom."

Hermione, who was burying her head in a book, suddenly looked up and then said.

"Cool—"

Jia Siting sighed, and then turned his head naturally.

And until Sean sank into the world of *Transfiguration Source*, Jia Siting poked his head at the broom.

"Do you want to eat some treacle tart?"

Jia Siting didn't know where he took out a pastry, which was made of shortcrust pastry and golden syrup.

In the Great Hall, this kind of pie is usually served hot with a lump of clotted cream, and sometimes ordinary cream, custard, or yogurt is used instead.

"Oh, oh, thank you."

Neville received it stutteringly. He was fiddling with the large old wooden table, which was crowded with pots and cans of all sizes and shapes.

The black root grass in the corner of the table was lazily rolling up new tender white leaves, and in the flowerpot next to it, several Bubotuber seedlings were shaking their leaves uneasily under the magic glass cover.

"Are you also curious about Sean's broom, right?"

Jia Siting said in a low voice, as if discussing a secret mission.

"Yes, yes..."

Neville was embarrassed to say no.

So when Sean came back to his senses, he saw Neville and Jia Siting secretly uncovering a corner of the package. Hermione was looking helplessly at the back. After making eye contact with his green pupils, she immediately showed an unexpected panic.

Sean silently moved his gaze away.

"Oh—it's Nimbus 2000! Merlin!"

Jia Siting and Neville touched back, and looking at the few words printed on the top of the broom handle, he sighed,

"Very good, Neville."

Neville's shy face seemed to have more confidence.

Great, at least this time, he didn't mess up.

"Nimbus 2000—?"

Hermione, who didn't have time to speak, was surprised by this news again.

"And flight test—! The notice is written in the package, it's tomorrow afternoon..."

Jia Siting muttered to himself,

"Sean never told us... By the way, Hermione, do you want some treacle tart?"

"You were... no, where did you take it out from?"

There was too much to say, and Hermione didn't know which one to say first.

"Oh, this one?"

Jia Siting said with a smile,

"This is exactly what I was going to tell you today, some... magical existence."