Chapter 187

In the dungeon, the cold wind cut through, making the glass rattle "clatter-clatter," and Sean exhaled a puff of white air.

He picked up the notes with some surprise; it turned out that during the time he was focused on brewing the potion, Professor Sineipu had impatiently made some annotations on it.

Although they were all things like "Foolish processing," "Demented choice," and "Merlin bless you for the timing that made you succeed," what was revealed behind them was the profound understanding of a Potions Master.

Ever since Libatius Borage's notes appeared, Sean had sadly discovered a fact: *Advanced Potion-Making* did not contain the three potions Sean had learned.

An apt description would be—Master Libatius Borage gave Sean a key to open a golden treasure chest, but Sean only had a ragged wooden box in his hand.

The two did not correspond.

So Professor Sineipu's annotations came just in time.

Relying on the improved ritual and guidance method, plus Professor Sineipu's detailed notes, Sean brewed an 【Expert】 level Swelling Solution in one go.

【You have brewed a pot of Swelling Solution at an expert level, proficiency +50】

【A new potion title has been unlocked, please check】

Sean was slightly excited; when the cold wind blew, he subconsciously shivered, which caused the Swelling Solution to spill directly onto the dried nettles on the table.

At this time, the Swelling Solution Professor Sineipu had him learn in advance played a big role; Sean sprinkled the Swelling Solution on it, and the swollen parts subsided.

"Heh—"

Watching his unhurried processing, Professor Sineipu gave a cold snort.

After processing, Sean silently opened the panel:

【Title: Potion Novice】

【Greatly increases perception of potions, slightly improves potion talent】

It really was a great increase—

Sean looked down with expectation,

【Wizard Sean, Potion Talent: Green (Potion Novice title bonus, original talent was White) Note: Average wizards are Green】

It seems the next title will improve talent...

Sean thought silently.

In nearly two months, besides the herbs that had reached the entry threshold, Sean had achieved certain results in every field.

Compared to the previous one purple and three white talents, it was already a world-changing difference.

After quickly checking the panel, Sean picked up the notes and recorded the thoughts that had not yet completely dissipated in his mind.

The guidance method was not comprehensive; the potions it targeted currently only included the Swelling Solution and the Swelling Solution, and even for the Swelling Solution, there were still many places worth improving.

Compared to Master Libatius Borage's previous method, the guidance method added a step of scene ritual shaping; it was the same as the initial improved ritual—running through the entire potion brewing process, it was countless small foreshadowings and hints that together brought about the final transformation.

As Sean's research deepened, more and more details were needed, which made him understand that the improvement of potion rituals was destined to be a long process.

No wonder Master Libatius Borage only perfected a few potions in his lifetime.

Sean knew his time was limited, so he had to choose his potions carefully.

Some potions—like the Swelling Solution, Sean would not go to perfect its ritual.

In the corner of the dungeon.

After reminding Sean to check the notes, Professor Sineipu's rage also tended to subside.

He noticed more of that faint cold wind and the slight shivering that the fool thought he was restraining well.

He fell silent, watching Sean with an icy gaze as he tidied up the table and prepared to leave the dungeon.

"Stop, Sean Green."

His voice sounded like it was squeezed out of his throat.

Sean stopped his steps silently.

The parchment gripped tightly in Professor Sineipu's hand was patted... placed on the table.

That was because Professor Sineipu had patted it halfway and then gently put it down; he roared as if annoyed:

"If you go back to believing those things that deviate from reality and develop a wrong understanding of noble potions! I promise, Sean Green, I will make you pack your things and get out of the dungeon!"

At least Professor Sineipu was willing to let him pack his things, Sean thought inexplicably.

He silently put away the parchment; the annotations written all over the back made his eyes widen.

When he was carefully watching and thinking, Professor Sineipu's sharp gaze saw the obviously thin and ill-fitting collar of his undergarment at a single glance.

He was slightly stunned.

Amidst those mocking voices, in the young wizard's slightly trembling body, in that pilled, old undergarment—

Memory was like a lake surface rippling, reflecting the black-haired figure who entered Hogwarts decades ago.

He walked under the eaves covered in spiderwebs wearing maternity clothes passed down by his mother, the filth of years soaked in the sour rot of a fallen pure-blood family.

The mocked "Snivellus"... those greasy, lank locks were less a result of lack of grooming, and more a silence toward dirty sinks and cracked tiled walls.

The Hogwarts school robe became the first truly clean piece of clothing in his life. When the silver-embroidered house crest pulsed against his heart, a strange shudder climbed up his spine.

"Get out..."

He heard his own voice turn hoarse.

Sean didn't notice, just bowed slightly while holding the parchment, and then left the dungeon lightly.

Leaving Sineipu to watch all this in silence.

In the corridor.

Sir Cadogan appeared at the end of the corridor once again, this time alone, wearing ragged armor—surely because he had gone to duel again—and was pulling at the sword stuck in the ground.

It was unknown how he had stuck it in; the only thing known was that the blade was buried deep in the grass, and he used all his strength to pull and pull, but still couldn't pull it out.

Finally, he had to flop onto the grass, push open his visor, and wipe his sweat-drenched face.

"One must have a tenacious heart; the most difficult part is yet to come!"

Sir Cadogan shouted.

Sean looked at the knight's sweat-drenched appearance and silently placed a painting with a round stool and a campfire next to the knight.

The knight's eyes lit up, and he praised:

"Clearly another expedition, dear Green; we must find our target and then die heroically in the charge!"

He seemed to always fail to climb onto his horse, and even fail to pull out his sword, but he was always shouting, full of strength.

Sean nodded silently; he knew the knight could truly do such things.

"Oh, not necessarily..."

Before Sean left, the knight said again,

"Little Green, remember—singing in the midst of hardship and twists is not an easy thing, and the weight of silence in the midst of hardship and twists is equally not light; you will understand, not all life will roar,"

"Some courage, you see, is wordless."

The strong wind whistled around the castle; the only thing the corridor and the dungeon had in common were two pairs of eyes that were always calm.