Chapter 192

The Biting Vine is a vine plant with sensory capabilities that squeaks.

It was currently clinging to Neville's seedling box, emitting a faint squeaking sound.

Perhaps it was because Neville fertilized too much, they suddenly began to twist their bodies uncomfortably in the seedling box, scaring Neville into frantically searching for Sean's notes—although they would all go to the greenhouse to help, only Sean would record everything in detail.

Green's Notes were the gold standard in the hearts of young wizards, no matter in what aspect.

"Everyone, I have to say, everything you can think of is on it, and everything you haven't thought of is also on it; if you still don't understand, then you must not have read it carefully."

This was a saying that had recently spread from the Gryffindor long table, and somehow, even Slytherin hadn't spread any voices of rebuttal.

"Muffliato!"

When Neville was at a loss, Sean waved his wand quickly.

The Biting Vine could no longer make a loud sound, only a faint squeak, reminding Neville that he had put too much fertilizer.

【You have practiced the Muffliato Charm once at a proficient standard, proficiency +10】

【Muffliato Charm: Entry Level (700/900)】

Recalling the sound of the Biting Vine in the greenhouse, Sean roughly deduced that the entry-level Muffliato Charm could reduce the sound by 80 percent.

Compared to the apprentice-level effect, it was much stronger, and for those not-so-loud movements, it could basically be silent.

Of course, a wizard's effect for the same proficiency spell is not consistent every time; magic is idealistic, and spell strength also follows the wizard's state.

Facing Harry's increasingly powerful Expelliarmus, Tom must have had a lot to say.

The classroom returned to its usual state; Hermione was teaching Neville spells, and before long, Neville would help Hermione organize the greenery on the table.

Because there were more plants, Neville hung a small sign on each plant, with Sean, Hermione, and Jia Siting's names written on them, and marked the plant's growth time—although these were basically all taken care of by Neville.

Sean would always practice spells for several hours, until the Hogwarts bell rang.

【You have practiced the Muffliato Charm once at a proficient standard, proficiency +10】

【You have practiced the Muffliato Charm once at a proficient standard, proficiency +10】

【Muffliato Charm: Proficient Level (10/3000)】

Sean put away his wand with satisfaction and turned to hold Professor Fuliwei's notes to read for a while longer.

Great Hall.

The dome was gray, as if one could see rain threads about to fall, but the interior was still dry and warm.

The four people who came out of the classroom had become accustomed to sitting at the last row of the Ravenclaw long table.

There was a large fireplace here, its surface built from huge, rough honey-colored stones, and after centuries of smoke and fire, the texture of the stones had been plated with a layer of deep, oily ebony color.

The Fat Friar sometimes passed through here, heading to the Gryffindor long table.

It wasn't as noisy as Gryffindor here, nor was it filled with showing off and boasting like Slytherin, and it wasn't like the Hufflepuff long table where a "food riot" could break out at any time.

In short, the Ravenclaw young wizards all had a bit of distance.

But this wasn't the reason the four chose this place, it was simply because there was more pudding here—this would attract a Green.

But today, even the Ravenclaw long table was very noisy.

The Great Hall's notice board was surrounded by people, and it read:

【End of October, Wan Shengjie, students in the third year and above can go to Hogsmeade Village for the weekend, remember to have a guardian's signature】

"Going to Hogsmeade for the weekend for the first time!"

Fred turned and clapped with George; he pointed to a new notice posted on the ragged bulletin board and said,

"End of October. Wan Shengjie."

"Great!"

George continued,

"I have to go to Zonko's Joke Shop there; my stink bombs are almost used up."

"Third year—"

At this time, some young wizards would mutter in disappointment, then flop onto a chair nearby, their joy swept away.

Their companion beside them would comfort them:

"We'll go when we're in the third year, but what does Hogsmeade Village mean?"

"Oh! You don't know—that's the only village in the UK without Muggles. It's said that the small tavern there was the headquarters of the Goblin Rebellion of 1612! And the Shrieking Shack, it's the most haunted house in the UK—"

Of course, there were also young wizards who seemed "not envious":

"They hype Hogsmeade up, but I tell you, it's actually not that good."

This Gryffindor said seriously,

"My brother said the candy shop is quite good, but Zonko's Joke Shop is very dangerous.

Oh, right, the Shrieking Shack is worth a visit. But other than that, to be honest, we won't miss anything."

Almost every wizard in the Great Hall was talking loudly about Hogsmeade Village, and even Jia Siting and Hermione couldn't help but discuss it for a couple of sentences.

Sean didn't care; he was still recalling knowledge about the Disillusionment Charm in his mind; suddenly, he seemed to catch a glimmer of inspiration, and his quill "swished" across his notebook.

He didn't know that the three wizards wearing yellow-black scarves were watching here at this moment.

"Speak, Bruce, what are you doing?"

Leon seemed to have guessed it, but looking at Bruce's ambitious and hesitant appearance, he still followed his lead and asked.

"Oh—Leon, of course it's..."

Senior student Bruce put his arms around Leon and Pister's necks, as if talking about something earth-shattering.

In the classroom.

"Disillusionment Charm!"

Sean's wand waved in the air in a large arc, then pointed at his body.

【You have practiced the Disillusionment Charm once at an apprentice standard, proficiency +1】

A strange, icy feeling flowed through his whole body from the place where the wand tapped.

Sean felt as if he were in the staff room, wrapped in a layer of invisible film, making him transparent.

However, this transparency didn't seem complete; the 【Apprentice】 level Disillusionment Charm was not enough to be completely transparent, and there would still be subtle, imperceptible light fluctuations.

Compared to the spell Professor Fuliwei cast last time—where he not only blended his color with the background but even his outline and shadow disappeared—the difference was huge.

—Last time he was like wearing an Invisibility Cloak.

But the Disillusionment Charm is a functional-level spell, and Sean estimated that 【Proficient】 would be enough to use.

The only thing Sean didn't expect was that the use of the Disillusionment Charm was actually just like Harry using the Invisibility Cloak; when you feel like you are night-wandering, it always succeeds.

Of course, it also requires an accurate incantation and casting gesture; emotion just reinforces the intent.

In the classroom, the Biting Vine no longer twisted its body, but instead danced quietly with the cold wind leaking in from the window.

Sean's schedule changed again; he needed to reconsider the three spells he was preparing to practice to the expert level.