Chapter 220: Abandoned Note

"You have to go see..."

Jia Siting's words weren't finished when he saw Professor Sineipu coming toward them.

"That's my book!"

Hermione looked both anxious and angry; she stomped her feet, annoyance flashing in her eyes.

Shouldn't have lent the book to Harry and the others!

Harry and Luo En watched Professor Sineipu walk away slowly, and were surprised to find that he was actually heading toward Sean and the others, so they whispered:

"It's over, did you see? Harry, Sean also has a copy of 'Quidditch Through the Ages'..."

Luo En was talking about the one Sean borrowed from the library; Madam Pince let Sean keep holding it, so she wouldn't have to be bothered by other young wizards with eager eyes; she had long wanted to do this.

"We have to go remind them."

Harry frowned, worry flashing in his eyes.

In the cold courtyard, the blue flames didn't seem to have much temperature.

Sean took out the 'Quidditch Through the Ages' from his bag and handed it to Hermione. The Quidditch season had begun, and Hermione was somewhat affected, especially when her friends were all interested in it.

She had been very fond of reading Quidditch-related books recently, and lending out 'Quidditch Through the Ages' was only because of Harry and the others' heroic behavior before.

But now it was good, confiscated by Professor Sineipu—no one dared to ask Professor Sineipu for the books back.

"Quick! Quick! Hide it!"

Hermione saw Professor Sineipu getting closer and looked unusually panicked.

Sean was staring at the professor's injured leg; a dripping wound was faintly visible behind the robe. When Professor Sineipu got closer, Hermione's face had turned so pale that even Jia Siting was trembling slightly, not knowing if it was because the cold wind was too biting.

"Heh—idiot books read by idiots—"

Professor Sineipu's mouth curled into a mocking arc,

"It really suits you... heh—"

When the words reached his lips, he still didn't say them, just glared at Sean fiercely and walked away, supporting himself with a normal posture.

"Our book wasn't confiscated?!"

Hermione exclaimed.

"This isn't—oh no, I mean, it's truly incredible!"

Luo En was even more full of disbelief.

"He must hate me to death..."

Harry muttered to himself again.

Only Sean, his gaze never left Professor Sineipu's injured leg.

In his memory, although Professor Sineipu was injured, he didn't go to Madam Pomfrey to treat the wound, just asked for a roll of bandages in Mr. Filch's office and treated it himself.

Madam Pomfrey's advantage is that as long as you tell her what kind of wound it is, she will treat it according to that kind of wound, and won't probe the real cause of the injury for you. The disadvantage is that anyone can get news from her mouth.

So the professor didn't choose to go to the school hospital, because his own identity was sensitive enough.

But Sean didn't have this concern; no one would pay attention to him, this first-year young wizard.

"He's badly hurt."

Jia Siting suddenly blurted out this sentence, his eyes also filled with worry, and then he peeked at Sean again.

At the door of the caretaker's office.

Beside Sean floated a large package. Mrs. Norris purred on Sean's shoulder for a while, then ran under the stained-glass window to catch the light spots that flickered because of the clouds.

After playing for a while, she ran onto the large package and became a cat floating in the air.

Soon, Sean knocked on the door gently and received Mr. Filch's mocking voice:

"Another idiot—do you think knocking is a secret? If you don't want your hand bitten off, get out of the way!"

Sean naturally ignored the mockery, his face wearing a shallow smile—

The biting door handle looked very useful...

"It's me, sir."

Before Sean finished speaking, he heard a "clanging" sound from behind the door, followed by a series of hurried footsteps.

The door was opened.

The dim, dirty, windowless room was much brighter—because of some candles floating in the air.

Beside a jar on the desk, there was a letter, with a quill and many waste paper balls pressed on top of it.

After seeing Sean's crumpled scarf, the caretaker was suddenly speechless for a moment.

"Meow—"

It was Mrs. Norris who patted the letter with her paw; on it was an unfinished piece of handwriting:

【Happy Wan Shengjie...】

Along with the letter was a brand-new scarf.

It looked like it hadn't been sent for the whole Wan Shengjie because of hesitation.

"Happy Wan Shengjie, Mr. Filch."

No wonder Mrs. Norris had wanted to bring herself here since noon.

The caretaker's office was always filled with a faint smell of salted fish, but Mr. Filch didn't like fish; his room often boiled a pot of big bone soup, and every time this happened, Mrs. Norris would go out.

In general, even if their hearts were connected, they were also accommodating each other.

Sean was still very motivated; he put down the potion and gauze brought from Madam Pomfrey, then his wand waved, and the items in the package flew out.

This was an enchanted window that could display any kind of weather, which was obtained by senior Weasley with great effort.

It had also been used in the Ministry of Magic, because the Ministry of Magic was located underground.

And employees of the Magical Maintenance Department had once made the window blow a hurricane for two months because they wanted a raise.

Many strange deeds of the Ministry of Magic—such as using paper airplanes to transmit information; such as during Voldemort's reign, officials had to flush themselves into the Ministry of Magic through toilets...

All made this organization that should have controlled the wizarding world look like a grass-roots team.

However, in some places, it looked very unexpected, such as Fudge ordering Aurors to arrest Dumbledore, and they actually went:

"So,"

In the original work, Fudge sneered,

"you intend to deal with Dawlish, Shacklebolt, Dolores, and me alone, is that it, Dumbledore?"

Sean sometimes felt that wizards did have a kind of untimely recklessness, and the result was that after a few breaths—Fudge, Umbridge, Kingsley, and Dawlish all lay on the floor motionless.

They were braver than Voldemort.

In November, Hogwarts school had gradually started to snow. When Filch came back to his senses, he found that the castle was covered with a thin layer of snow, and the lake began to freeze with a thin layer of ice.

That shouldn't be something that could be seen in this windowless room. ===== CHAPTER 221 =====