Chapter 394: Hogwarts Learning Panel Chapter 166

"Yes, Mr. Firenze, it looks like the shape of a volcano. What does this mean?"

Sean answered honestly and then asked.

"Among wizards, you are also one with talent. The volcano shape implies falling into a deeper level of eruption."

Firenze then let Sean observe other planets, but unfortunately, for a long time afterward, Sean couldn't understand those strange shapes.

Before leaving, Firenze had no books to give Sean—centaur knowledge was almost entirely passed down by word of mouth.

So they would form tribes?

Sean thought.

Finally, Firenze told him that sometimes even centaurs would misjudge, so it was very foolish to believe too much in this kind of thing.

This centaur told him to remember that nothing was foolproof, not even centaur knowledge.

Sean returned carrying Yaya and a notebook filled with various fragmented knowledge points such as outlines, burning angles, and flame forms.

Centaurs really could use astronomical magic, and they could even teach astronomical magic to him.

At the same time, Sean roughly understood that astronomical magic could only predict major events about to happen in the magical world, and for some trivial matters.

For example, the bad luck mentioned in the books in his hand had nothing to do with the changes of the planets.

Exams were getting closer day by day, and Firenze had also accepted the title of teacher from Sean.

Although he believed that wizards and centaurs should be equal, Sean believed that as the party receiving knowledge, he should be more respectful.

That night, Sean returned from outside the Forbidden Forest. With one hour left until curfew, he naturally went to the infirmary.

Professor Qiluo had been drinking a potent recovery potion these past few days, the side effect of which was steam coming out of his head, and he would sleep for a whole day at a time.

What was worse was that in order to recover faster, he drank almost one bottle a day.

This made Sean have to put some things off.

For example, the matter of an agent.

His fairy tale biscuit series had no signs of being sold yet. In fact, Sean had only returned from the conference for a week or so, but the inquiries from the Alchemy Conference were enough to fill the Hope Hut.

That group of alchemy masters knew how long it took to manufacture high-level alchemical creations—a Bowtruckle series biscuit took Sean two days to make; a Hippogriff was three days; a Hinkypunk was the shortest, at one day; and dragon biscuits took a full week.

But they still expected Sean to conjure some out of thin air.

In the moonlight, Sean pushed open the door of the hospital wing. Madam Pomfrey was already used to the young wizard's arrival.

This little guy was quiet, didn't make noise, came gently, left gently, and even released a small-voice spell when speaking.

If all the Hogwarts students who came to visit patients were like this, she wouldn't be so irritable.

"I can't do this, Mr. Green. You know, Qiluo is just a poor wretch..."

Qiluo had already recovered a lot, but after Sean proposed his idea, the professor had been unwilling to accept it.

He was still immersed in the time he was enslaved by Voldemort, facing Sean with the posture of a humble and pitiful servant.

"I hope you will do this. I believe in you."

The wind blew in from the window, brushing Sean's black hair, and those green eyes revealed a firm sense of choice.

Qiluo froze in place, and finally could only stare blankly at the bright green pupils, which were reflecting the Qiluo who had been reborn today.

Qiluo, when he was young, had been so inferior and eager to prove himself; after being enslaved by Voldemort, his only bit of self-esteem had also been exhausted.

Now, he was still extremely eager to be recognized, which was why he was so afraid of taking responsibility. Because he was afraid of failure, afraid of disappointing the person in front of him.

The hospital wing curtains were blown by the wind, and Sean's voice slowly sounded:

"The past is a ghost, Professor. Ethereal, without weight.

So, when the sun rises tomorrow, forget yesterday."

When the hospital wing was quiet again, Professor Qiluo burst into tears.

After a rare sunny day in April, it fell into a certain degree of continuous rain, just like Sean's current progress in astronomical magic.

He had once thought he might have some talent in astronomy, but in fact, in a week's time, he had only figured out two outlines.

Even so, Firenze had praised him many times.

This centaur teacher would always teach Sean for an hour in the Forbidden Forest, and today was no exception.

The night sky was still clear. Sean walked quickly down the sloping lawn toward the Forbidden Forest on the other side of the field, the grass slightly rippling under his feet. Not far away in the Forbidden Forest was that open forest land, and the black trees in the distance swayed in the wind.

"Teacher Firenze."

Sean placed his flat left hand on his chest and bowed slightly, and the centaur teacher also lowered his head together.

This was centaur etiquette, usually used when a large centaur in the tribe taught knowledge to a small centaur.

However, Sean's learning method was still lacking compared to the small centaurs, because centaur knowledge was passed down by word of mouth, and the knowledge mastery of different centaurs was actually quite different.

Small centaurs were usually taught by multiple wise men in the tribe together.

And not far away, also deep in the Forbidden Forest, Sean could see some small centaurs running from the place of instruction to around him.

They curiously sized him up, then circled around this forest until they were caught by the young and strong centaurs who rushed over. ===== CHAPTER 395 =====