Chapter 171: Hogwarts Learning Panel Chapter 77

Sean silently took it out, waiting with some anticipation for Master Liba Xiu Bolachi to pop out his note.

But this time, there was nothing.

Only the slightly trembling "Advanced Potion Making" remained, slowly revealing some words in the cold moonlight:

【When Zigmund Bachi accompanied rats on the distant island of Hemetla,

when Liba Xiu Bolachi painstakingly engraved the trajectory of potions.

Compared to truth, life is insignificant.

I guess you must want to know—

why must we study the mysteries of the potion domain?

Because... it is there】

Sean watched this line of handwriting slowly heat up, actually revealing a portrait.

On the portrait, those turbid and weary eyes carried deep, imperceptible joy:

【I... have seen your eyes,

child.

Like a gloomy dawn, carrying the ancient yesterday.

I see everything I cannot comprehend, I feel truth flowing, between your eyes and my eyes.

Master Liba Xiu Bolachi's greatest achievement is no longer discovering the potion ritual and will-guiding method,

but continuing the trajectory of truth, handing it completely to the successor—

Sean Green.

We are believers in the darkness, only the eternal light of truth can dispel the numbness of ignorance.

Remember—follow this bitter journey to reach the stars】

Sean felt his heart beating, hammering his chest like a drum.

Master Liba Xiu Bolachi's portrait slowly disappeared, and in contrast, the note tucked in Sean's notebook was slowly heating up.

A golden name was branded within, making Sean widen his eyes—Sean Green—the third pilgrim of the greatest domain of potions.

In "Advanced Potion Making", many handwritings were undergoing changes Sean hadn't expected. Those unfinished potion improvement rituals, those unverified potion-making techniques, were all presented before Sean.

What he was holding was no longer a book with a purple cover, but the life's insights and explorations of potion master Liba Xiu Bolachi.

Just like the Half-Blood Prince's notes Harry obtained, the life experience of a top potion master was clearly and explicitly presented before him.

He silently put the book away.

The moonlight of Hogwarts Castle was refracted by the window lattice, thinly sprinkled on the stone floor.

A slight creaking sound came from afar; it was those moving stairs changing directions on their own.

Sean checked those changed handwritings without a moment's rest, instantly perceiving that his previous potion brewing had great room for improvement.

And this excitement persisted until Friday.

"Mr. Green, you want to learn Finite Incantatem?"

Professor Fuliwei was already used to Sean appearing by his side.

If it weren't for the fact that he was indeed busy,

discussing magic for a day with the most diligent, humble, and talented child in Ravenclaw House—oh, he dared not imagine how wonderful that would be.

Just like that stunning silent spell last time, and the Dark Arts...

Hmm... that doesn't count.

It's a pity that Hogwarts' course tasks were heavy, which meant his diligent little eagle needed to be in the staff room to find him.

Staff room.

This was a large room paneled with wood, with two talking stone beasts at the door, filled with black wooden chairs. There was also an ugly wardrobe, filled with robes teachers wore for class.

It was said that the elderly Professor Binsi had rested here. One day he stood up to go to class, but accidentally left his body in an armchair by the fireplace in the staff room, thus becoming the only ghost professor at Hogwarts. ===== CHAPTER 172 =====