Chapter 232: Inheritance

【I sleep here, but I am elsewhere,

Regarding the vast sea of potions, I still know nothing,

But today, does it reveal miracles?

The only parts of Borage, dedicated to all wizards struggling to explore in the field of potion will—】

The snow of history spanning dozens of centuries had already been covered by time.

Hidden within an island in the Scottish Highlands, the howling cold wind shattered against the hard, cold city walls.

Sean sat alone by the window, with thick ancient books spread out on his knees. His gaze occasionally swept over the winding characters on the pages, and occasionally drifted toward the chaotic darkness outside the window.

Every time lightning flashed, it briefly illuminated the surging Black Lake of Bolin below the tower.

He understood something; the power of the potion will field would eventually move from strengthening and guiding toward fusion.

On the flip side of that great adventure of Master Zygmunt Budge and Master Libatius Borage, the Arctic Ocean and the Nile were blending in the wet clouds—

Thus Sean held a sky-blue and ordinary quill in his hand; at this moment, it seemed as if three pairs of hands were lifting it together—

【Next, I will demonstrate the framework of the potion will system—】

Improvement ritual, will strengthening method, will guidance method...

Until the final fusion enlightenment method.

Sean wrote the method on the back of the parchment, just as Master Libatius Borage had done before.

And during the process of Sean's writing, the parchment, as he expected, self-duplicated a copy, tucked between the pages, and slowly disappeared again.

Sean looked at the parchment in his hand, slightly dazed; in the corner of the strip, vigorous characters had quietly appeared, different from the page strips of Sean and Professor Sineipu and... it was an ancient Runic symbol: Ken.

This Rune letter means light, and this light illuminated the path ahead.

Sean looked at the strip in his hand for a long time; he knew that knowledge never ends.

When Sean slowly woke up, he happened to see Michael righteously refusing someone.

After Sean woke up, he was again carrying a watering can to water that pot of Bubotuber.

Outside the black diamond-grid window, it was still snowing, and Michael was muttering lightly:

"Oh—poor Bubotuber, Sean doesn't see anyone all day, I guess no one can water you..."

Sean finally knew the reason why this Bubotuber had been quite shriveled lately.

After watering outside Sean's planned range, Michael got up early in the morning and started studying Sean's Quidditch training manual again.

Yes, although he only mentioned it once last time, Sean still found this note and gave it to him.

To enter the Ravenclaw common room, one had to pass through the stairs, and at this moment, the sound of someone coming down the stairs could be heard.

"Truly a genius... controlling oneself, guiding magic, worthy of Sean, no wonder those guys want to pull him to join Quidditch... but I saw early on that Sean doesn't like Quidditch.

Still a Seeker! Those idiots, why don't they look for me? I'm much more resistant to hitting than Sean...

If I could help Sean hit people or get hit, maybe I would support these guys who disturb people's dreams early in the morning."

He heard the sound of knocking on the door again; this time he opened the door without thinking and slipped out quickly—outside the door were Anthony and Terry.

In the following days, Sean's life became full of regularity.

In the morning, he would be the first to arrive at the Hope Cabin, and Jia Siting would always arrive one minute after him.

This way they would first share the food Jia Siting had just made.

Scottish breakfast is famous for its hearty full English breakfast, and Jia Siting would always make at least three types of food in the early morning.

Paired with a cup of steaming honey grapefruit tea, it always made the wind and snow outside blur in the water vapor.

Sean would first perfect his notes; recently, the progress of History of Magic and Astronomy had been very slow, basically in a state of supplementation—Sean had done the third-year part of History of Magic, but the version in the little wizards' hands was still stuck in the first half of the first year;

The Potions and Herbology notes had become the most frequently borrowed parts, after all, not everyone could remember every word Professor Sineipu said after class.

As for the Herbology notes, they were supplemented by Nawei and Jia Siting together.

The Defense Against the Dark Arts notes were quite special, because if you didn't read Sean's notes, you could only self-study, so Jia Siting copied two copies and would silently update them every day.

Many plants were planted in the classroom, gradually beginning to grow under the influence of magic, making the classroom look lush and green.

Nawei would carefully correct the growth direction of the plants, not letting them block the space in the classroom. Jia Siting always praised him as a Herbology master; at first, he would always blush and feel embarrassed, but now he actually believed it a bit.

Outside, the wind and snow were blowing, while the Hope Cabin was exceptionally warm under the reflection of the stove fire.

Hemin came in holding a book, followed by Nawei holding a flower pot.

By noon, the three of them had to go to the greenhouse to help process the plants.

After the storm in October, Sean's Herbology cognition had reached 【Novice】, and he was striving toward 【Skilled】.

However, the progress of Herbology learning was just like Potions, not always fast, but steady and firm.

Also where the snow melted, above the marble staircase in the entrance hall, beside the corridor.

The room here was small, but there was a warm stove fire in the fireplace.

Marcus Maige was waiting for an owl coming through the wind and snow; in recent days, this had almost become a habit of hers.

When the letter flew from distant London, she couldn't help but look at the little guy.

Look at his emerald eyes, which often revealed a light of thirst for magic.

【... Perhaps he asks for nothing, or perhaps he has never possessed...】

The letter from the Croydon area often made her stern face pause slightly.

When the wind and snow were heavier, the three of Sean appeared wrapped in thick robes.

Their boots left footprints of varying depths in the thin snow, and at this time Nawei would look at Sean longingly.

So Sean waved his wand, and a salamander ran out of the jar, climbing onto Nawei's head after two or three breaths.

【You practiced advanced Transfiguration once to skilled standards, proficiency +300】

Nawei hurriedly stuck his head into the snow, sticking his butt up, and then looked foolishly at the salamander burning a trail on the snow.

Recently, the fire salamander had become less and less obedient; at the same time, Sean felt that in the advanced Transfiguration branch—the path of objects transforming into "magic"—he was close to expert, just lacking an opportunity.

Sean wasn't in a hurry, but patiently waited for the appearance of inspiration. ===== CHAPTER 233 =====