Chapter 222: Fire Lizard

In the cold courtyard.

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

Luo En asked uneasily.

"If there are other teachers listening nearby, I don't think he will refuse; everyone knows this rule was made up on the spot."

Harry's eyes were full of determination. What he didn't say was that he and Luo En were struggling with how to ask Sean—they also wanted to join that mysterious place.

And just at this time, he actually lost Hermione's book, which was really annoying.

He went downstairs to the staff room and knocked on the door.

No one answered. He knocked again, still no movement.

Maybe Sineipu left the book inside? Worth a try.

Harry pushed the door open a crack and looked inside—a terrifying scene appeared.

There were only Sineipu and Filch in the room. Sineipu had pulled his robe up above his knees.

One of his legs was dripping with blood, flesh and blood blurred. Filch was handing him something.

"Damn thing,"

only heard Sineipu say,

"how could you possibly keep an eye on three heads at the same time?"

"Oh—try this."

Mr. Filch took out potion and gauze, which surprised Professor Sineipu very much.

"I don't think—"

Before he finished speaking, he heard Mr. Filch say a name that made his face gloomy in a second:

"Ah, ah, this, is Green..."

Hearing this, Harry quickly covered his mouth and saw Sean flash past the corner of the corridor.

In his hand was a book with a green cover.

Sean, after catching a glimpse of the sneaky Harry, nodded to him, indicating that the book Hermione had confiscated to the caretaker's office had been brought back.

"Merlin... Sean..."

Harry seemed to have figured something out; he had just taken action to retrieve the book, and Sean had already completed the task?

And the reason Luo En and Harry completely unified their front was because of Neville's performance in Charms class.

"Good, very good! Mr. Longbottom, excellent progress!"

Professor Fuliwei's surprised voice seemed to want to lift the entire classroom; he walked quickly to Neville, watching him float the small wooden board back and forth, and finally cleverly turned it twice.

A circle of young wizards around widened their eyes and whispered.

Some said Sean knew a magical spell, and Neville disappeared mysteriously every day to find Sean to cast magic, and accepting this magic would make one very smart; otherwise, how could Mr. Longbottom's rapid progress be explained?

His progress in Levitation Charm even surpassed many young wizards in one fell swoop.

Luo En and Harry's specific performance was that they cared more about Sean than usual; they really wanted to know if Sean would accept them.

And Sean?

Recently he had been busy learning Dark Arts and Transfiguration.

Since Thursday, Professor Sineipu had been staring fiercely at his Dark Arts progress almost every day.

Just like the recent Gryffindor Quidditch team captain Wood—

Wood required all team members to devote every second of their time to Quidditch training, while Professor Sineipu required Sean to devote every second of his time to Dark Arts training.

His original words were:

"Heh—our arrogant Mr. Green, thinking he is very gifted... but let me say, Green, I have seen too many 'so-called' geniuses..."

He spoke as if he wanted to eat people,

"But I tell you, they all died—because they foolishly wasted time on unimportant things!"

So no matter what, Sean's Dark Arts progress ushered in a significant improvement:

【You practiced a Sectumsempra to an expert standard, proficiency +50】

【You practiced a Sectumsempra to an expert standard, proficiency +50】

【Knockback Jinx: Expert level (10/9000)】

【Sectumsempra: Skilled level (10/3000)】

【Advanced: Three entry-level Dark Arts spells, can unlock the Dark Arts field entry-level title】

Sean's Dark Arts field title still stayed at the apprentice level, but the two Dark Arts spells he learned already had high proficiency.

He had even started learning silent Sectumsempra recently.

But unfortunately, Dark Arts seemed to share a set of principles with spells; more and strong had to exist together.

Therefore, Sean was even more looking forward to the third Dark Arts learning tomorrow—

Professor Sineipu said, offense is incomparably important, but if you don't know control spells—Green, do you think you can defeat everyone?

Sean then began to guess what this spell would be: Impedimenta, Incarcerous, or Locomotor Mortis?

There were not many books about Dark Arts in Hogwarts, and the accurate Dark Arts Sean could understand were even fewer.

Of course, he didn't have a strong interest in Dark Arts.

Dark Arts is certainly a branch of magic with great lethality, but if compared to strength, Transfiguration is no less than it. Even in terms of comprehensiveness and universality, it is almost crushing.

More importantly, Sean didn't dare to learn too much Dark Arts—it would corrode wizards, and Hogwarts had a headmaster who was determined to crack down on Dark Arts.

Compared to Dark Arts, Sean naturally invested a lot of time in Transfiguration.

What he had learned so far was skilled intermediate Transfiguration: that is, the mutual conversion of "dead things" and "living things."

And some advanced Transfiguration: the transformation of items toward "magic," multiple Transfiguration casting.

Not long after, just the day before the Quidditch match started.

Sean had been able to turn the snow on the ground into a snowman that threw snowballs by itself, although it couldn't exist for too long—because it always emptied itself.

And once it emptied itself, it would collapse loosely.

At the same time, Sean in the courtyard frowned; he was facing a problem: the fire lizard was getting bigger and bigger, sometimes it had to be as big as a football.

But it didn't listen.

It always zoomed into mid-air, spinning wildly in the courtyard, crackling and releasing sparks, and making some loud noises.

Because Sean cast a Muffliato Charm, it climbed onto Hermione's book without Hermione noticing and set the book on fire with a "swish."

—It was like an opposite of Sean, always doing some behaviors Sean couldn't possibly make.

Justin laughed and said this was Sean's "devil" being released; Sean didn't fully agree, because he felt that the devil wouldn't be so bad as to burn books that recorded knowledge.

But if Sean wanted it to listen, its body size would shrink rapidly, transforming into a mini lizard.

Sean knew that football size was probably not its limit; if he poured all his magic power regardless, he didn't even know what kind of monster he could transform.

No wonder Transfiguration requires caution; Sean had another profound realization.

Another update in half an hour. ===== CHAPTER 223 =====