Chapter 395: Rumors Flying

Sean's progress in astronomical learning was as slow as his spell learning had once been, but Sean didn't care.

On the contrary, he was extremely curious about what effect the unlocking of the prophecy magic title would have.

This was prophecy, one of the most profound and mysterious parts even among many magics.

Its mystery and profundity were enough to be connected to words like fate.

It was another night with high visibility. Sean was about to leave the castle when he saw Mr. Filch passing by holding that cleaning broom.

Sean saw that the cleaning broom didn't seem so well-behaved in Mr. Filch's hands. Although it could clean the ground, it still couldn't avoid leaving some fine debris.

At this time, Mr. Filch would clean up these scraps himself.

This situation was significantly reflected in a group of Hogwarts students returning from the mud.

The cleaning broom could remove most of the mud, but for those individual, tiny mud spots, the cleaning broom seemed to ignore them.

And in front of Sean, this group of students, while casually scattering mud in the corridor, said happily:

"Have you heard? Lavender, heavens—that shop at 93 Diagon Alley is finally opening! Right this summer—"

This was a Gryffindor with large, bright eyes, long black hair, and exquisite features.

"Parvati, of course, I can't wait to buy some Spirit Cat biscuits. Do you think this can help us find the castle spirit cat?

Oh—that is the messenger of the Christmas arrival night, the castle spirit cat that holds good luck... The towering castle is its ears, the rotating staircase is its breathing..."

Lavender was a slender witch, and she was whispering something devoutly.

It even sounded like some religious quotes.

They just walked past...

Sean just remembered that the Weasleys seemed to have been crying and howling a few days ago, telling him to speed up production, time couldn't wait.

Was this the reason?

Putting this matter aside for now, Sean cast his gaze toward the much more leisurely administrator.

"Mr. Filch, can I take a look at the cleaning broom?"

Sean asked.

"Green—really, really happy to see you here—of course, feel free to look—"

Mr. Filch handed what he valued most now to Sean without hesitation.

Sean placed his wand on the broom, and in a short while, he understood where the problem lay.

Creations used by wizards and creations used by people without magic were always different.

Let a wizard use it, and their will could easily master the entire cleaning broom; the broom would be extremely obedient.

But letting Mr. Filch use it wasn't like that. Because the magic in his body wasn't enough to help him master the entire broom, he could only use the broom roughly.

Sean also slightly understood why his cleaning broom had always been stuck at the 【Skilled】 level—the magic array combination wasn't fine enough.

Just as he was frowning and thinking, a loud voice appeared in his ear.

"The great Green—the joke shop is about to open."

Fred shouted.

"Right this summer!"

George was full of anticipation.

"We must all be there, the three of us—not one less!"

Fred announced loudly.

"You are the true major shareholder of Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, how can you not be there?"

George blinked his eyes.

Sean didn't have time to answer before he was carried away by them, broom and all.

The bewildered Sean was lifted up before he reacted:

"Do you know how much money we've made? Merlin—it's a big number that could make someone eat their own tongue!"

Fred was almost cheering.

"You must be with us, great Green, even if you have the task of saving the world, you can't run away—"

George turned his hand and made a superhero gesture.

"Ah—what is this?"

Fred was poked in the waist by the broom in Sean's hand. He let out a cry of pain and then looked at the broom.

"Not bad, very not bad, but too rough..."

George also followed to check, then said:

"Strange, too strange... looks like a super genius, manufactured directly using powerful rituals and excellent materials, but I bet he hasn't studied magic runes for more than three years..."

The two of them were completely immersed in the cleaning broom for a while:

"Amazing manufacturing technique—but why is the basic part so crude?"

Fred asked George.

"The manipulation of refined magic is also almost zero—only a genius who takes steps too fast would have this problem."

George asked Sean,

"Great Green, where did you get such a strange thing? Alchemy Conference?"

Sean had too many things he wanted to say, so he remained silent for a while.

"Fred, George, just call me Sean. I made this."

Fred let out an "Aha" and extended his left hand:

"I knew it!"

"Thought the same thing!"

George and Fred clapped their hands.

"We'll help you improve it—but you have to go to The Burrow with us!"

Fred ran off in a flash.

"Believe me, you'll learn some good techniques from Mom; refinement has always been the essence of housework magic!"

George shouted while running with his head held high.

The Burrow? ===== CHAPTER 396 =====