Chapter 235: Two Days

As Wizard Sean passed through here.

Malfoy and Harry were rolling around in the snow, while Ron, Crabbe, and Goyle were locked in a scuffle, trading blows and letting out shrieks of pain.

Wizard Sean silently summoned two snowmen and quickly pulled them apart.

Malfoy shivered, didn't look at Wizard Sean, gave a soft snort, and then departed with Goyle and Crabbe.

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

Wizard Sean just watched Harry and Ron for a moment; the two kept their heads down, feeling somewhat guilty for some reason.

It looked like nothing serious, and there was no need to go to the hospital wing... so Wizard Sean walked away as well.

But to Harry and Ron, Wizard Sean's departure seemed tinged with disappointment.

After all, they were wizards; before the Green Notes appeared, Wizard Sean had already given them his notes, which were far more detailed than the compiled version.

Yet one of them had gone off to train for Quidditch, which Wizard Sean disliked, while the other had become obsessed with Wizard Chess—neither had learned any decent spells.

"Harry, have we completely lost our chance..."

This time, Ron couldn't even maintain a smile.

He had always wanted to join the secret organization. Just think, all six of them had experienced the troll incident, yet the other four were improving steadily. Not to mention Jia Jia Siting, who excelled in Herbology and Charms; even Neville had earned eleven points for Gryffindor.

Now everyone's impression of him had changed.

"I suppose so..."

"Harry, Ron, good morning—"

Jia Jia Siting couldn't bear to watch any longer; he emerged enthusiastically from the snow in the courtyard, blinking his eyes.

"I say, if you want to know the result, why not go ask him yourselves?"

While walking down the corridor, Wizard Sean half-expected Fred or George to pop out from somewhere, but things did not go as hoped.

So, deciding not to wait, Wizard Sean headed outside the castle; based on his occasional observations of Harry, he knew Gryffindor had another training session that afternoon.

From beside the stained-glass window on the third floor of the castle, Professor McGonagall watched the young wizard leaving footprints alone in the snow.

Behind her, several Ravenclaws were lurking stealthily.

"Young wizard! Foolish young wizard!"

The sudden appearance of Mr. Owl made them stumble, and they quickly ran away.

Mr. Owl glanced at the wizards led by Luo Jie, revealing human-like disappointment and bewilderment in his eyes.

Consequently, the eagle-shaped knocker on the door to the Ravenclaw common room seemed to malfunction today, firing off several difficult questions in a row, leaving a few Ravenclaws standing outside in the wind for quite some time.

At the Quidditch pitch, Wizard Sean had already reached the door of the changing room.

Suddenly, two patches of red flame erupted from the snow.

"Seeing you come to the Quidditch pitch—"

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

"We knew another genius had emerged in the field of alchemy!"

George wore a look of deep gratification.

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

Just then, a person dressed neatly and speaking with extreme irritation walked out of the changing room.

It was Percy, the Gryffindor Prefect. He was rule-abiding and loved shouting at those who broke regulations; Ron called him a study maniac who was vain and inflexible.

Holding a copy of "How to Gain Power as a Prefect" in his hands, he made Fred purse his lips as he bellowed:

"I am George, Percy! Did 'How to Gain Power as a Prefect' not teach you to tell the difference? What a pity—"

He drew out the final syllable and winked at Wizard Sean.

"Fine then—George! Tell me, where is my Prefect badge!"

He let out a roar.

"That was just a joke; actually, I am Fred!"

"Give it to me!!!"

And so, Fred was chased back and forth by an enraged Percy.

George and Wizard Sean watched them, and then George pulled a badge from his pocket:

"I don't understand, does a Prefect's badge need to be polished that many times... Run west, Fred!"

He shouted loudly, and Fred immediately changed direction.

"Oh, by the way, speaking of floating quills—"

Before he could finish, Wizard Sean took out the alchemical artifact he had made.

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

George blinked, placed the floating quill into his bag alongside the Prefect badge.

"I didn't expect you to finish it in just two weeks; you are a natural born for learning alchemy!

Alright, do you have any notes or a diary? You can write now—even though it's not a proper alchemical attitude, you didn't even know what alchemy was in the first place!

Of course, Professor Terra will be very interested in you; we just need to arrange a few chance encounters..."

Wizard Sean handed over his notes, and George patted his shoulder, wearing an expression that said, "We are indeed the same kind of people."

"Professor Terra, who is that?"

Wizard Sean asked.

"Oh! Good question! Professor Terra is a council member of the International Alchemy Association and also the most mysterious professor in the school—except for sixth and seventh-year wizards, no one ever sees her.

More importantly... Fred! To the right!"

George shouted, giving Fred, who was playing hide-and-seek with Percy around the common room, a warning.

Then they saw Percy marching aggressively toward them.

"Not good—let's go, Green!"

George dashed away in a flash, calling back before he left,

"Don't worry, we'll come find you, the great Green!"

"The great Green?"

Percy was furious, but he seemed to have caught something interesting, so he stopped and looked at Wizard Sean.

"Oh, Mr. Green."

Percy tried hard to appear affable.

This Green was no simple character; he had passed the flying test and written the currently best-selling Green Notes.

Percy had read that book; he had to admit that even the section on Magical History was written very well.

All in all, whether becoming a Quidditch star or a professor-type figure in the magical world, it was worth squeezing out a smile for him.

"Hello, Mr. Wei Wei Silai."

Wizard Sean responded politely.

"Oh, just call me Senior Percy."

He appeared quite approachable.

Outside the changing room, the oak door was slightly ajar, revealing the warm light and faint voices from within. At the edge of the snow, Fred had his arm around George's shoulders.

"I'm about to throw up my lunch—just call me 'Broken' Percy..."