Chapter 190

Outside the classroom, the stone wall illuminated by candlelight let out a "coo" sound, and the owl's claw lifted, as if performing acrobatics to straighten its glasses.

Its other foot gripped the parchment scroll tightly, its large eyeballs as bright as the day Professor McGonagall appeared in the fireplace.

Beside the soft cushion, to the left of the gold-edged letter, was a sweater that looked decent and comfortable, and a letter rested on the blue-and-white collar:

【My mother sent many sweaters, not just for you.

Your friend: Hermione Granger】

As if to verify this, two more sweaters were placed to the left of this sweater, with clearly and forcefully written: For Jia Siting, Neville.

Sean's smile was always very shallow; the corners of his mouth hooked into a not-too-large arc, but it was enough to focus the attention of the few people peeking through the crack in the door.

The owl flapped its wings while shouting loudly:

"Young wizard! Stupid young wizard!"

"Please be a little quieter..."

Jia Siting put his hands together, making the owl stop shouting and turn its head 180 degrees.

Then it quietly opened one eye again, as if it could see the scene inside through the sky-blue door.

Sean put the sweater away and placed it in the wardrobe; just when he thought there were only these two, he discovered that right under Jia Siting's package, there was another sweater that was obviously a size larger.

A note was placed on it, wrinkled:

【Sean, I, have nothing else...】

Sean's smile became more obvious; his shorthand quill wrote a few notes on the back of the note with a "rustle."

【Thank you, it's enough】

In one morning, Sean received three sweaters; along with the dilemma of which one to wear came—what should he give in return?

Unilateral friendship will never last long; friendship, like all feelings, is a management that lasts long enough to blur time.

As the fire in the stove burned more fiercely, Sean looked at the door as if inadvertently; he thought perhaps they should cast a Muffliato Charm on the owl?

That way its shouting wouldn't drift to him.

Sean silently put away the wand he was preparing to use to practice the Muffliato Charm's proficiency, and instead hugged the three pieces of clothing and walked slowly toward the door.

This frightened the three young wizards peeking through the door crack, and they ran to the spiral staircase in a panic.

"Haha—stupid young wizard!"

Just after the owl finished laughing, it lifted its claw high to cover its mouth,

"Ravenclaw... owls shouldn't laugh like that..."

Sean confirmed that everyone had left, so he pushed open the door.

He held the three sweaters, carried his broom, and walked into Ravenclaw Tower before long.

The cold wind blowing on his body no longer felt like anything, after all, he had a new sweater to wear, his first... third new sweater.

But later, Sean discovered there was more.

"The turn ahead is almost there—"

A wizard with lively red hair emerged from behind a painting; it was Fred Weasley.

"Very strange—how does Ron know Green will go there?"

An identical face lifted the portrait, George blinked,

"Unless he's a clock, he wouldn't be so rigorous!"

"That would also have to be a clock that pays... Sss—"

Fred had just taken over the conversation when he was scared pale.

"What kind of snake are you imitating? Oh! Rattlesnake? Hiss hiss... Professor Sineipu."

George stood at attention just after putting the painting back.

Professor Sineipu stared at them eerily; his wide robe was like a sweeping dark cloud, and after waving his wand at the secret passage, he walked away.

"Rare... truly rare..."

Fred stayed where he was, muttering to himself.

"We survived?!"

George felt Fred up and down, then nodded slightly; the other party was indeed intact.

"This isn't right..."

Fred slapped away the hand George had shoved into his mouth.

"This is of course not right..."

George danced his body and took a step, and the two moved forward amidst the noise.

Not noticing at all that there was an extra part of the items in their hands.

At the end of the corridor.