Chapter 177: Harry

Sean felt that Harry and Luo En were being a bit too sincere.

"Yes."

In order to still have homework to copy, Luo En's face flushed red, looking as if he were ready to go all out.

Harry also lowered his head nervously.

"Hmm."

Sean nodded.

Professor Sineipu was still waiting for him in the dungeon; although Harry and Luo En had indeed surprised him a little, he was not prepared to waste too much time here.

"He is completely different from what we imagined,"

After a brief reaction, Luo En's joy was written all over his face,

"Mr. Green is a... oh, at least he isn't Percy, nor is he Hemin. I still have Green's notes to read, Merlin, this is great..."

Just as Sean was leaving, Harry remembered what Wood had said—to sound out whether Sean had joined the Quidditch team.

But he really couldn't bring himself to ask; for the sake of the Gryffindor Quidditch Cup, he felt he had to say something.

So—

"Sean, you—"

Harry said suddenly, and Sean turned his head.

At this moment, Harry's mind went blank; he felt he definitely couldn't ask it.

He had just been forgiven, and now he was going to spy on the Ravenclaw Quidditch tactics; he felt he couldn't do such a thing.

But he had to say something now, so when he saw Nawei and Jia Siting in the distance, he blurted out:

"Can you teach us some spells? Just like you did for Nawei."

Although it was a subconscious remark, it wasn't entirely nonsense—he had been troubled by homework for a long time.

After all, Wood wanted them to devote every minute and every second to Quidditch training; he really didn't know how to finish so much homework.

But what surprised him even more was that, after a brief moment of thought, Sean actually nodded.

On the way back to the Great Hall,

Harry and Luo En were silent for quite a while.

The two looked at those few notebooks in amazement, as if they were looking at some rare treasure.

"Harry... I was wrong, I was so terribly wrong. Sean is practically a replica of Professor Sprout, oh—Merlin, why didn't we find him sooner."

Luo En said with annoyance,

"From now on, I cannot hear any bad words about Sean..."

Harry saw Luo En, who had been completely won over, and nodded in approval.

At the end of the corridor, Sean was thinking and walking.

Harry had exceeded his expectations many times; although it was a bit surprising, Sean was very happy to help him.

When Sean was in the corridor, looking at that thin boy with broken glasses and a lightning scar on his forehead, he suddenly realized something.

Harry Potter, the boy who lived, he seemed to have never chosen to become the "Savior" himself, yet he lost his parents in infancy due to Voldemort's curse.

He grew up in the corner of the Dursleys' house, where even a decent birthday gift was a luxury.

His scar—which the Wizarding World considered a badge of honor, Sean saw as a brand of attempted murder.

Harry's fate had never truly belonged to him.

Trelawney's prophecy might have destined his bond with Voldemort, but what truly made Harry a "hero" was his active choices time and time again:

In his first year, he faced Voldemort and chose to protect the Sorcerer's Stone; in the Chamber of Secrets, he risked his life to save Jin Ni; at the Triwizard Tournament, he insisted on bringing Cedric's body back to Hogwarts...

Measuring a person's value is never about how much glory they can bring, but whether they are worthy of being treated fairly.

Harry Potter, he is not just an orphan of martyrs; more importantly, he is inherently worthy of some favoritism.

Once he knew this, it was hard for Sean to comfortably believe that Harry's sacrifices were a matter of course; in those areas where Sean could help, he was very happy to provide some assistance to Harry.

He knew this was only a trivial help, not worth mentioning compared to Harry's long and struggling Hogwarts career.

However, Sean didn't care about that.

The dungeon.

Professor Sineipu had been waiting for a long time.

He always stayed in the dark corner, and Sean couldn't see his face clearly.

But if Sean made any wrong steps, he would unceremoniously mock him, and if it were more serious, like yesterday, it would be a complete storm.

Processing materials, lighting the cauldron, controlling the heat...

The proficiency in the Swelling Solution (Introductory) made Sean's movements fluent and precise; after this pot of potion was finished, Sean would have to brew the Swelling Solution.

Among the three potions he had learned, only the Swelling Solution remained to be mastered.

When the Swelling Solution is mastered, a new potion title will also be unlocked.

Sean couldn't help but feel a bit expectant.

Apprentice-level titles usually slightly improve the perception and direct talent of a certain magical branch; once mastered, the perception will be greatly improved.

Perception is like the ability to observe and measure; taking potions as an example, perception can help Sean record the state and quality of potions more accurately, so as to adjust his techniques and methods.

White mist rose in the dungeon again, and Professor Sineipu's gloomy eyes were inexplicably complex.

He was certain that the quality of the potion had changed, but he felt completely unfamiliar with the methods of a certain Green.

He disdained to understand, but that didn't mean he would tolerate the little wizard in front of him messing around in the field of potions.

Did he think potions were that stupid Quidditch? A foolish sport whose tactics hadn't been updated in decades!

Therefore, he stared closely at the little wizard:

Hmph—just don't make a mess of the dungeon.

【You brewed a pot of Swelling Solution at an introductory level, proficiency +3】

Brewing the Swelling Solution was already second nature; although he didn't use the improved ritual and guidance method, Sean still made an 【Introductory】 level potion, and it was already very close to 【Proficient】.

Progress, though slow, was firm and powerful.

After extinguishing the cauldron and storing the potion in the glass cabinet, in a compartment exclusive to Sean—Professor Sineipu said his trash only deserved to be placed here—Sean took out his notebook.

"The stirring amplitude is too large, you should turn up the heat when adding the second ingredient... Sean Green, hmph—with such talent, you dare to tamper with the potion ritual at will?!"

Professor Sineipu mocked him as usual.

Sean ignored the second half of the sentence and wrote the first half in his notebook.

His emerald eyes shone slightly—it seemed he had found the final piece of the puzzle to reach proficiency.

The biggest difference between proficient and introductory is that proficient-level potions meet the standard for sale.

Another stable source of income,

Sean thought.

He placed the notebook on the wooden table in the dungeon and turned to collect materials from the glass cabinet.

Dried nettles, pufferfish eyes, bat spleens, all on the left side of the second row...

Time slipped away in the wind of the dungeon,

When Sean had tidied up everything on the table, he silently walked into the darkness.