Chapter 342: Cat

Wizards always naturally possessed enthusiasm for Quidditch, especially when there were not many matches left this season.

Gryffindor had successively defeated Slytherin and Hufflepuff,

And Ravenclaw had also defeated Slytherin; next was for Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw to decide the winner and have the final against Gryffindor.

Therefore, Luo Jie and Prefect Penelope paid extra attention to the final match.

"Prefect Penelope, I will do my best."

As a Chaser, Luo Jie's going all out was to help the team pull the score difference beyond one hundred and fifty points. That way, even if the opposing Seeker caught the Golden Snitch, they would still be the winners.

But the difficulty of this matter was higher than catching the Golden Snitch in the first five minutes.

Prefect Penelope didn't respond; instead, the members of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team became even noisier:

"Alright, Prefect, flight permission is indeed difficult to obtain. But our Ravenclaw Quidditch team doesn't have to rely on a first-year junior, right?"

This tall Ravenclaw said with a tease.

"Wood has 'gone to the wrong' changing room three times in two months... I still don't know what he saw until now..."

Prefect Penelope was holding a form, which was the Quidditch pitch application record sheet she had copied down.

Among them, Gryffindor's training time overlapped with Sean's flight test time. Since then, Wood, like a fool, always pretended to be confused and came to the Ravenclaw changing room.

Every time he came, Prefect Penelope's irritability and anxiety increased once.

You know, at that time, the Gryffindor Quidditch team already had Potter.

"Wood is a Quidditch fanatic, you know that; he has always wanted to be a Quidditch athlete."

The meaning of the tall Ravenclaw who put away his smile was obvious:

One cannot use the thinking of normal people to fathom a fanatic.

"Weakness is not an obstacle to victory; arrogance is. Despising the opponent has always led to a crushing defeat."

Prefect Penelope sighed long and left the Great Hall.

The Great Hall was noisy; some little wizards were playing weird Wizard's Chess, playing it hotly, while others were discussing this year's Quidditch Cup.

Members of the Hope Hut gathered together, sharing Professor Qiluo's recent whereabouts.

They now unanimously believed that Professor Sineipu was the secret guardian of Hogwarts, and it was very likely that he was personally appointed by Headmaster Dumbledore.

Just think, a mean, sharp-tongued professor was actually silently protecting everyone; while the cowardly, weak Professor Qiluo was a minion of Voldemort.

If this matter hadn't been confirmed by Sean, no one would have thought of it.

"I saw Malfoy in detention again—it is said that he suffered a big loss when he and his two followers were looking for trouble..."

Luo En shared with everyone excitedly, his slightly baby-fat face full of the pride of "I have big intelligence."

He also patted Neville on the shoulder:

"You should do just like this, bravely deal with him, Neville!"

Luo En said,

"He has always been overbearing; we have no reason to submit to him and let him succeed easily."

Neville nodded tremblingly, and Luo En shook his head in disappointment.

In the Hope Hut, everyone agreed that Neville needed help, especially after jointly bearing certain responsibilities, mutual help seemed to have really become the theme of the Hope Hut.

Although it was partly that everyone went to Sean for help.

"Sean, I have to say, Hagrid looks so careless; you should be more careful."

Hermione recalled the day they looked at each other at the edge of the Forbidden Forest, when Sean was riding on a Hippogriff.

Harry and Luo En, those two guys, only felt envious, but Hermione thought: how dangerous that was!

Sean had just been silently watching the interaction between Luo En and Neville, who were kept in the dark, and when he was suddenly cued, he nodded gently.

In the Hope Hut, everyone discussed only magic learning, but when they reached the Great Hall, the little wizards were happy to share some interesting things, and sometimes they cared about each other.

Justin thought this was an incredibly harmonious atmosphere, and every time he smiled and added fuel to the fire on the side.

The sound of knives and forks colliding and food sizzling with oil was always the main melody of the Great Hall; sometimes Sean would feel that the Great Hall was a place for wizards to take a break.

Wizards sat together, dissolving the distance between each other.

The sky gradually darkened, the twilight swaying, waiting for the mountains to swallow the sunset.

The corridor was dim, but it wouldn't affect the black cat jumping on the armor silently.

Sean had to arrive at the dungeon early to organize the materials in the office and storage cabinet.

Logically speaking, Professor Sineipu might have already forgotten this thing he asked him to do, but magic was really simple; with a Levitation Charm, Sean could finish organizing quickly.

And he could also recall the role of the materials and the potions they participated in brewing.

It counted as a small review.

The assignment planner shrank into a pendant, hanging on the black cat's neck.

Sean used the runes of the Shrinking Charm, Transfiguration, and Levitation Charm, so that the assignment planner and feather quill could be easily taken out, viewed, and written even in cat form.

It counted as making up for the problem of not being able to communicate in black cat state.

The benefit of being an alchemist was right here; there was nothing that couldn't be done, only magic that hadn't been learned.

Now the assignment planner was floating in the air, and a line of words was clearly visible in the first column:

【Bowtruckle biscuit ritual completed】.

This was the most important problem for Sean at present.

The success of the last new ritual was mainly due to the excessive power of the "I reckon" force.

Simply put—Sean used the will strengthening method, so the new ritual was "reckoned" out.

This was not easy to replicate; first, Sean borrowed a very appropriate potion ritual: Polyjuice Potion;

Secondly, Sean's form of transformation also played a great role. A cat transforming into a Hinkypunk was always easier than a wizard transforming into a Bowtruckle.

Outside the dungeon.

The black cat went down the steps in two steps, then quickly transformed into a little wizard in black robes.

Today was a cold, fresh-aired evening; night was falling, and a round, white, translucent moon was already hanging over the castle.

Sineipu's irritability had been increasing day by day recently, his black and gloomy eyes unfocused for a long time.

Especially after that damn knight portrait was moved to the dungeon entrance by someone, it was even more so.

He would always shout something:

"He went to the Big Cat's house, and you, Severus, you damn coward, you don't even dare to reveal a trace of your name.

You lower your expectations as always, never feeling that you are worth anything—damn guy, in order to avoid the end, you want to refuse the beginning of everything?"

Deer is obsessed with the outline, three chapters tomorrow morning, three chapters tomorrow night ===== CHAPTER 343 =====