Chapter 4: Hogwarts Learning Panel, Chapter 2

"What kind of bitter life have I been living?"

It turns out that three practices could yield one correct practice.

It turns out that wizards could perceive the pronunciation of spells.

For example, "Scourgify." He had always thought it was "Scour—g—ify," but just now, he had a sudden inspiration: why couldn't it be "S—cour—g—ify"?

So, in a mysterious state, he gained his first 【Expert】.

A full 10 proficiency!

The progress he had made in five days,

he achieved in five seconds!

No wonder it's the Wizarding World of talent; he could finally say he had some experience.

Tomorrow is the time for Professor Marcus Maige to pick him up. He hoped he could perform well enough, at least enough to reach the minimum standard for the scholarship.

By the way, what is the scholarship standard for a first-year little wizard at Hogwarts?

Sien didn't know, but he would definitely reach it.

There was no other reason; it was just the cheat.

As long as he could study magic unremittingly, he would definitely be able to stand at the peak of the Wizarding World.

With beautiful fantasies about the future, Sien fell into a deep sleep.

September 1, 1991.

This is a special day; Sien is about to leave the orphanage.

He nimbly packed his clothes. Only two inner linings and two pairs of pants were barely usable. As for the others, they were either too big or too small.

When he dragged a cheap suitcase to the door, he was surprised to find that there were so few things belonging to him in the orphanage.

"Sien, you'd better not come back because you can't afford the miscellaneous fees! I'll make you look good then!"

Caretaker Anna twisted her fat body, her tone still sharp and mean.

"Don't bother yourself, Aunt Square! I hope you don't get fired because of the recent layoffs! But based on your performance, you'll definitely be unemployed!"

After speaking, Sien nimbly ran to the door, leaving behind only Caretaker Anna's sharp cursing.

Sien didn't understand these slang words and just took it as her scolding him.

Phew—finally able to talk back to that cylinder. It was she who turned a blind eye to the original body's serious illness, and she was one of the culprits of the original body's death.

In this world, no one knew about the original body's death. Sien, who transmigrated from another world, was the only one.

Scolding her fiercely was considered collecting interest for the original body.

In normal times, this was something he wouldn't even dare to think about, but now he just did it.

Heavens, Sien, how did you do it? You're really amazing, you guy!

With a smile, Sien trotted to the peeling paint door. The faded "Oak Children's Home" nameplate hung crookedly on it, shaking off dust in the wind.

Below the nameplate,

Professor Marcus Maige wore square glasses, her black hair curled into a high bun, and she wore a dark green robe, matching her plaid shirt to create a serious aura.

But when she saw the thin Sien running over, the corners of her mouth still lifted a little.

"Professor Marcus Maige, sorry, kept you waiting."

Sien trotted all the way to Professor Marcus Maige. His body was not good, and he would pant after running two steps, but he had always run to Professor Marcus Maige like this.

It was like this when shopping last time. When Professor Marcus Maige asked for the reason, the little guy replied in an almost imperceptible voice:

"Important people should be met by running."

The older cat-lady didn't say it on the surface, but her heart was soft.

"You can be slower, Mr. Green, we still have plenty of time."

Professor Marcus Maige's voice was not as serious as her expression. She gently took Sien's hand.

But she suddenly discovered that this thin little guy was looking at her carefully and focusedly.

"S—cour—g—ify."

With the wave of Sien's wand, the dust on Professor Marcus Maige's hair disappeared.

"Dirty things shouldn't be on... your head."

Sien was still panting. After doing this step, his breathing became more rapid. The sound he made was very light, but also very stubborn.

Professor Marcus Maige stared at Sien in a daze, surprise and relief flashing in her eyes.

"A qualified Scourgify. How long did it take you to learn it, Mr. Green?"

Professor Marcus Maige asked while gently holding his hand and walking forward.

"Learned it yesterday, Professor."

Sien stopped panting. His head was lowered, and his tone revealed caution and lack of confidence.

"You did very well, Mr. Green. It seems you can really get that scholarship."

Professor Marcus Maige noticed that caution and smiled as she said these encouraging words.

Sien was silent, just raised his head, looked at Professor Marcus Maige with bright big eyes, and quickly withdrew his gaze.

He was already popping champagne inside.

According to Professor Marcus Maige's personality, when she said this, half of his scholarship was already in his pocket. Although acting as a pitiful orphan was a bit immoral, for the sake of the scholarship and to leave the deadly orphanage and survive, Sien had no choice.

His body still needed recuperation, and the scholarship was the money he had the most hope of earning.

Sure enough, in the next sentence, Professor Marcus Maige revealed the news about the scholarship.

"Headmaster Dumbledore has approved it. Within the first month, if all seven of your subjects can reach excellence, you will be approved for a 600 Jin Jialong scholarship."

Professor Marcus Maige calmly said the news that made Sien's heart surge. She looked at the little boy beside her, seemingly waiting for his smile.

Unexpectedly, Sien just lowered his head even more.

After a long time, his voice sounded weakly:

"...... Thank you, Professor. Actually, I know from books that Hogwarts doesn't have scholarships for first-year little wizards. Thank you for your efforts, allowing me to learn magic."

After saying these words, he didn't speak anymore.

This was his sincere words.

Professor Marcus Maige was in a daze for a while, and then, her heart, like her smile, slowly softened.

"This is what you deserve, Mr. Green. You don't need to thank me for such things."

She glanced at Sien inadvertently, but bumped into his careful peek for the third time.

"How long have you practiced the spell?"

Before arriving at the platform, Professor Marcus Maige asked the last question.

"Thirteen hours, Professor."

Sien answered honestly.

"In total?"

The professor's gaze flickered, seemingly a bit heavy.

"Every day."

The train station was bustling with noise. Sien dragged his heavy suitcase and struggled through the crowded crowd.

"Behind that platform is the Hogwarts Express. Don't be afraid, just rush in, Mr. Green."

Professor Marcus Maige's words lingered in his mind. Looking at that solid wall, even though he knew there wouldn't be a problem, Sien still had some worries. But thinking that Professor Marcus Maige might still be watching, he gritted his teeth and merged into the wall with his eyes closed.

But in the eyes of a certain older cat-lady, Sien rushed into the wall without any hesitation.

"That child trusts you very much, Minerva."

An old voice appeared beside Professor Marcus Maige.

"Getting all excellent in seven subjects is not a simple task. Do you believe he can do it?"

Out of some interest, a certain White Lord asked this question with a chuckle.

"Albus, even if there is only one person in the whole of Hogwarts who can do it, I believe it will be Sien."

Professor Marcus Maige's gaze was firm. She was still immersed in that "thirteen hours every day."

Even when she was most forgetful of food and sleep, she couldn't achieve such intensity of study for two consecutive months.

Not to mention that group of little wizards at Hogwarts who were fooling around all day.

"Sien is a pitiful child, and also a... well-behaved and sensible child. He deserves that scholarship."

Professor Marcus Maige was silent for a while and made such an evaluation. ===== CHAPTER 5 =====