Chapter 215: Elder

"I have to wonder, are those... all safe enough..."

Professor Fuliwei's voice remained shrill; he stood on the ground, and under the cover of two tall wizards, people only heard his voice but didn't see him.

Not until Professor Fuliwei transformed one book after another under his feet did everyone see his worried eyes.

In the Headmaster's office, silverware filled the entire oak table, and that dilapidated kettle spat out white steam. The phoenix Fawkes rested on a gilded perch, its feathers shining with a dark red luster.

Albus Dumbledore didn't answer immediately; he sat behind the wooden table, his blue eyes twinkling above his glasses. The magic book spread out in front of him turned a page automatically, and his voice gradually sounded:

"I think there's no need to worry, right? The children are braver than we imagined."

He smiled kindly, with a hint of implication.

"Of course, bravely rushing to die."

Professor Sineipu sneered,

"Letting first-year wizards deal with a troll, is this your plan... Dumbledore?"

Professor Marcus Maige watched silently from the side, neither agreeing nor refuting.

"Hogwarts is the safest place in all of Britain."

Dumbledore just said a meaningful sentence.

"Hmph—"

Professor Sineipu didn't speak anymore, snorted coldly, and flicked his sleeves away.

"You should be more cautious, Albus."

Minerva Marcus Maige left such a sentence and also left.

After they left, Dumbledore muttered to himself thoughtfully:

"Severus, change... is really... long overdue..."

He then talked to Professor Fuliwei:

"Professor Fuliwei, can you tell me about that child?"

"Of course! Headmaster Dumbledore, whether in terms of spells... or Dark Arts 'Defense'... that child is even more gifted than we imagined..."

Professor Fuliwei's shrill voice was filled with excitement. In fact, if Severus and Minerva had seen that child's dueling level, they would know—between the troll and the first-year young wizard, who would be the challenger...

This was also the reason why Professor Fuliwei was the calmest among everyone at the time.

In the corridor.

Sineipu's wide black robe carried extremely low air pressure, making the young wizards in the corridor fear to avoid it.

The last person who dared to touch Professor Sineipu's bad luck was still in detention in the dungeon. It had been a full month...

Sean was holding many Transfiguration books, waiting at the door of Professor Marcus Maige's office.

The cold wind was biting, but it couldn't blow into Mr. Filch's scarf. Sean was wearing the gloves gifted by Mrs. Fenli, wearing Professor Sineipu's sweater, and his bag contained Professor Marcus Maige's private collection...

In general, he rarely felt cold anymore.

The reason he stood here was that he had to learn Transfiguration first in the afternoon; arriving early was his consistent style.

If the professor was there, he could learn a little more; if the professor wasn't, he could also review and read books.

Just then, a wide figure blocked the light outside the window. Sean looked up and saw it was Professor Sineipu's gloomy face.

He stared at Sean's sweater collar for two seconds, then looked at the dungeon, and said in a sinister tone:

"Come, idiot."

Sean filtered out the mockery and followed silently behind.

The dungeon was always colder. From far away, Sean could hear the sound of heavy rain hitting the windows. Turning to look, the glass windows were already covered with a thin layer of ice.

"Who do you think you are?"

Professor Sineipu's mockery came as quickly as ever. Before Sean could react, he heard Professor Sineipu spit out a long string of ridicule,

"Ah—our Mr. Green, thinking he is some kind of 'hero,' fighting a troll alone... oh, I guess those idiots must admire you very much, right?!

—Green, do you think defeating a troll is something great? Let me tell you, being alive is what's great..."

Professor Sineipu's mouth curled into a cold and mocking arc, looking at Sean with a "hate that iron won't become steel" gaze,

"Compared to those idiots... do you think if you died, anyone would mourn for you?!"

Sean didn't speak.

Professor Sineipu snorted heavily; he had long known this guy was a complete idiot!

If he gave this idiot a few more chances, he probably would never learn to protect himself.

"Hold your wand!"

In the dungeon, Professor Sineipu's tone was colder than the cold wind,

"I don't think you, this idiot, have reached the time to die—"

Sean looked up, and a crumpled notebook was thrown into his hand; the pages were yellowed, as if they were from decades ago.

Just as Sean was flipping through the books, Professor Sineipu's attention fell on his wand:

It didn't belong to the ordinary texture of dead wood. The wand body presented a color of deep night, almost ink-black, but when the light flowed, it would faintly reveal the deep purple and dark red textures underneath...

This was elder wood.

The rarest material among all woods, but its reputation was very poor. Because elder wands were more difficult to control than any other wand.

It possessed powerful ability to cast magic, but was unwilling to cooperate with wizards who were not as excellent as it was.

No matter how long a wizard possessed an elder wand, this wizard must be world-renowned.

Only particularly unusual people could perfectly adapt to an elder wand; once this rare situation occurred, this wizard was destined to have a magnificent fate.

Yet it was such an arrogant material that appeared in the hands of this "idiot."

The wand core was even more arrogant phoenix tail feather, making this wand's difficulty to tame reach an extremely high level.

This was a wand... extremely favorable for using Dark Arts...

He looked at the young wizard holding the notebook, looking slightly excited, his cold face complex and dim.

The elder wand destined his life to be unable to be peaceful. Professor Sineipu's tone was colder and more serious:

"If you can't learn it, don't think about walking out of the dungeon!"

"Sectumsempra!"

Sean's wand tip had no magical traces, but the toad hit by it produced a tearing, huge wound. Sineipu quickly released the counter-curse, but his gaze was already somewhat dazed, poking at Sean.

【You practiced a Sectumsempra to a skilled standard, proficiency +10】

【Sectumsempra: Entry level (100/900)】

In just one hour, the young wizard in front of him not only learned Sectumsempra in front of him but also entered the door at an extremely fast speed.

His talent even surpassed himself, who could compare to some sixth-year wizards' Dark Arts level upon enrollment.

"Arriving... one hour early to the dungeon..."

Before leaving, Sean heard Professor Sineipu's gloomy voice,

"Don't let anyone know the magic you learn, remember—anyone!"

Before Sean could nod, Professor Sineipu closed the dungeon door. ===== CHAPTER 216 =====