Chapter 400: The Outlier

"The great Green!"

Fred wore a hat embroidered with red and green stripes and performed a hat-tipping salute to Sean.

"So have you decided to go to The Burrow with us?"

George popped his head out from behind a portrait on Sean's side.

Sean remained silent for a short while—Professor Marcus Maige had agreed quickly and was preparing to take Sean to Diagon Alley to choose some gifts during the summer vacation.

She indicated that the Wei Silai family were all very good wizards and had produced several excellent Gryffindors.

But Professor Sineipu...

The professor was worked to death.

Literally, he was too busy to even finish teaching classes every day, and even when Sean went to the cellar to brew potions, he let the Ravenclaw who was studying potions watch.

Fortunately, he seemed to enjoy the identity of "Defense Against the Dark Arts professor", and even if he looked haggard, he didn't let Gryffindor lose a single point.

Especially Harry, who was almost out of breath.

Clearly, he only needed to pay attention to two Potions classes before, but now he had to be cautious for four classes. He complained about Professor Sineipu's "vicious conduct" to Luo En all day long.

However, under Professor Sineipu's teaching, his Defense Against the Dark Arts had made great progress.

This also made his perception of Professor Sineipu even stranger—he didn't look like an excellent professor, but in some aspects, he was.

The knowledge he taught, although not as scientific, interesting, and logically clear as the Green Notes, was far broader than the Green Notes and possessed a depth that the Green Notes could never reach.

And it was also because of the professor's busyness that Sean couldn't find an opportunity to ask.

Another point was—until now, Professor Sineipu didn't seem to know everything that happened at the trapdoor; he had only talked to Headmaster Dumbledore, and the Headmaster didn't seem to mention the part about the young wizards.

At the door of the administrator's office.

"Sorry, I can't decide right now."

Sean lowered his head slightly.

"The great Green—your followers are willing to wait a hundred years."

Fred said jokingly.

Sean looked at the two of them and didn't speak. Until Fred chuckled, and the two began to study the doorknob of the administrator's office.

"Strange doorknob, can we replicate it? George?"

Fred tapped the doorknob, and the doorknob hissed and bit wildly, but Fred's hand was always outside its attack range.

Sean's face was strange, and he soon heard Fred let out a cry of pain:

"Who improved it again! My hand was bitten through..."

"Not bad, now you have a hole in your hand, and then another..."

George said happily.

Before Sean left here, he suddenly realized that the Weasleys hadn't played cat-and-mouse with Mr. Filch for a long time.

The night sky outside the castle was very clear. It was a good day for observation.

Coming deep into the Forbidden Forest again, the dense tree shade overhead blocked all the light. Sean felt some eyes watching him.

Soon his conjecture was confirmed; Yaya ran over and rubbed against his feet.

Then came Haige and Wu Wu. Haige was leading Wu Wu to feed it; he was used to giving Wu Wu an extra meal at this time.

After all, as the first male Thestral in the forest, it always received more care from the keeper.

"Sean—looks like a good day!"

Although Haige couldn't understand those mysterious astronomical knowledge, he would also be happy when a friend encountered something good.

"See you later, Haige."

Sean nodded and bid farewell to Haige.

The centaur teacher was already waiting in that forest, staring at the night sky.

Not far from here, also deep in the Forbidden Forest, Sean could see some small centaurs running around, and a group of wise men in the centaur tribe were gathered here, teaching their juniors.

"Dark clouds cover the trajectory of the planets, wait patiently for a while."

Firenze said.

Sean then waited quietly with the centaur.

The sound of small centaurs making noise came from not far away, and Firenze said in a calm tone:

"The centaur tribe never participates in changing the trajectory of fate stars. We believe everything is destined. We have followed such rules for a long time.

Foreseeing the future makes us arrogant; we no longer care about other lives on this land. But one day, when other resisting lives fade away, the centaur tribe will also face a huge crisis."

His eyes were shining blue.

"Sean, in the palace (different parts of the sky) not blocked by dark clouds, Jupiter is so bright; our meeting will not be a coincidence.

We are all those who live apart from the crowd..."

Centaurs always spoke in a mysterious and vague tone, just like the method they used to predict the signs of fate stars.

Sean leaned against a large rock, looking at the vast stars.

"Today you will learn to distinguish the brightness of planets."

The centaur teacher said so.

Soon, Sean knew why stargazing was unreliable.

Distinguishing the brightness of planets would be affected by various factors: such as dark clouds, such as seasons, such as the brightness of other planets.

In this way, the planetary brightness seen purely by the naked eye appeared very inaccurate.

The solution given by the centaur teacher was:

"Rely on experience and feeling."

Sean translated it: rely on talent.

【You practiced prophecy magic once at an apprentice standard, proficiency +1】