Chapter 235: Two Days

When Sean passed by here.

Ma Er and Harry were rolling in a ball in the snow, and Luo En, Crabbe, and Gao Er were fighting, punching and kicking, all screaming in pain.

Sean silently summoned two snowmen and quickly pulled them apart.

Ma Er shivered, didn't look at Sean, snorted lightly, and then left with Gao Er and Crabbe.

As for Harry, he now felt even more like a baboon, this time without even a wand.

Sean watched Harry and Luo En for a while like this; the two buried their heads, not knowing why they felt guilty.

It didn't look like anything was wrong, and they didn't need to go to the hospital wing... so Sean walked away too.

And in Harry and Luo En's eyes, Sean was a bit disappointed.

You know, they were wizards; before Green's notes appeared, Sean had already given them notes, and the content inside was much more detailed than the collection.

And they, one went to train for Quidditch which Sean didn't like, and one was addicted to Wizard's Chess—not learning any decent spells.

"Harry, do we have no chance at all..."

Luo En couldn't even keep a smile this time.

He had always wanted to join the secret organization. Think about it, the six of them had all experienced the troll incident, the other four were getting better and better, not to mention Jia Siting who was outstanding in Herbology and Spells, even Nawei had earned eleven points for Gryffindor.

Now everyone's impression of him had changed.

"I think so..."

"Harry, Luo En, good morning—"

Jia Siting couldn't watch anymore; he appeared enthusiastically from the snow in the courtyard, blinked,

"I say, if you want to know the result, why don't you ask yourself?"

When Sean was in the corridor, he was looking forward to Fred or George popping out from somewhere, but things went against his wishes.

So Sean, not prepared to wait, went outside the castle; through occasional observation of Harry, he knew Gryffindor had another training session this afternoon.

By the stained glass window on the third floor of the castle, Professor Maige watched the little wizard leave footprints in the snow alone.

Behind her were a few sneaky Ravenclaws.

"Little wizard! Stupid little wizard!"

The suddenly appearing Mr. Owl made them stumble and run away quickly.

Mr. Owl looked at the wizards led by Luo Jie, his eyes revealing human-like disappointment and confusion.

So today, the eagle-shaped door knocker of the Ravenclaw common room seemed to have broken down, asking several difficult questions in a row, making several Ravenclaws blow in the wind outside for half a day.

Quidditch pitch, Sean had already walked to the door of the changing room.

Two red flames suddenly grew in the snow.

"Seeing you come to the Quidditch pitch—"

Fred popped out of the snow, still holding a badge in his hand.

"We knew a genius had appeared in the alchemy field again!"

George looked gratified.

"Fred, damn it! Where is my prefect badge?!"

At this moment, a person with neat attire and an extremely irritable tone walked out of the changing room.

It was the Gryffindor prefect Percy. He was conventional, liked to yell at people who violated regulations, and Luo En said he was a study fanatic, also very vain and inflexible.

He was holding "How to Gain Power as a Prefect" in his hand, making Fred curl his lips, and he shouted at the top of his lungs:

"I'm George, Percy! Didn't 'How to Gain Power as a Prefect' teach you to distinguish this? What a pity—"

His tail tone was drawn very long, and he also squeezed his eyebrows at Sean.

"Alright—George! Tell me, where is my prefect badge!"

He let out a roar.

"Just a joke, actually I'm Fred!"

"Give it to me!!!"

So Fred was chased around by the angry Percy.

George and Sean watched them, and then George took a badge out of his pocket:

"I don't understand, does the prefect badge need to be polished so many times... run west, Fred!"

He said loudly. Fred turned his direction.

"Oh, right, speaking of the levitating quill—"

Before he finished speaking, Sean took out the alchemical creation he had made.

"I knew you had the same talent as us—qualified! Very qualified!"

George blinked and put the levitating quill in his bag, together with the prefect badge.

"I didn't expect you to finish it in two weeks; you are born to learn alchemy!

Alright, you have notes or a diary or something, right? Writing now is fine—although it's not a qualified alchemical attitude, but you don't even know what alchemy is!

Of course, Professor Taila will be very interested in you, we just need to create some accidental encounters..."

Sean handed over his notes, and George patted his shoulder, showing an expression of "we are indeed the same kind of people."

"Professor Taila, that is?"

Sean asked.

"Oh! Good question! Professor Taila is a member of the Council of the International Alchemical Association, and also the most mysterious professor in the school—no one can see her except sixth and seventh-year wizards.

The important thing is... Fred! Right!"

George shouted, giving a reminder to Fred who was playing hide-and-seek with Percy around the lounge.

Then he saw Percy coming toward this side aggressively.

"Not good—let's go, Green!"

George ran away in a flash, and before leaving, he responded,

"Don't worry, we'll come to find you, Great Green!"

"Great Green?"

Percy was furious, but he seemed to hear some interesting words, stopped, and looked at Sean.

"Oh, Mr. Green."

Percy tried his best to show affinity.

This Green was not simple; he passed the flight test and wrote the Green notes that were selling hot.

Percy had read that book, and the part about History of Magic was something even he had to admit was written very well.

In short, whether becoming a Quidditch star or a professor-like figure in the Wizarding World, it was worth him squeezing out a smile.

"Hello, Mr. Wei Silai."

Sean responded politely.

"Oh, just call me Senior Percy."

He seemed very approachable.

Outside the changing room, the oak door was ajar, revealing the warm lights and faint voices in the changing room. At the edge of the snow, Fred hugged George's shoulder.

"I'm going to vomit my lunch—just call me 'Per'cy senior..." ===== CHAPTER 236 =====