Chapter 434: Legilimency Enhanced Version

The team members walked toward the field amid thunderous cheers.

Oliver Wood soared into the air, performing warm-up laps around the goal posts.

Madam Hooch released the balls. The Hufflepuff team, dressed in pale yellow, huddled together, scrambling to finalize their tactics in the final minute.

Harry mounted his broomstick; the match was about to begin.

He glanced toward the stands: Hermione and Jia Jia Siting, who had canceled their nap, were cheering for him; Neville stood beside them, and Ron held up a giant sign he’d conjured with Transfiguration.

Everyone had come—except Wizard Sean.

He had always been busy, and now he gave himself not a single moment of rest.

In fact, Harry hadn’t seen Wizard Sean for two days—recently, Gryffindor and Ravenclaw had no classes together.

He took a deep breath, straining to hear Madam Hooch’s whistle, which required intense focus, for her signal was nearly drowned out by the crowd’s roars.

Fourteen broomsticks rose into the sky.

Harry felt his hair lift behind him; the tension vanished in the thrill of flight.

The Quidditch match lasted over an hour, ending with Gryffindor catching the Golden Snitch and winning by two hundred points.

Applause erupted everywhere; cheers rang out everywhere.

Harry’s sweat soaked his forehead, his damp hair clinging to it; he scanned the crowd joyfully—and finally locked eyes with Wizard Sean, who was smiling.

“Wizard Sean!”

He shouted excitedly.

Then his eyes filled with horror.

No…

Wasn’t Wizard Sean locked in the dungeons?

Ignoring the Gryffindor Quidditch team rushing toward him, he whipped his broom around and shot back to the locker room.

When he searched frantically for “Wizard Sean,” the real Wizard Sean had already vanished from the crowd’s edge.

Harry felt as if his breath had been crushed; sweat dripped from his brow, and the cold wind made his figure look painfully thin.

“Harry?”

A voice spoke; Harry instinctively drew his wand, then lowered it quickly.

“Wizard Sean?”

His voice brimmed with relief.

It was Wizard Sean—but how had he gotten out of the dungeons?

“Professor Snape gave me a day off.”

Wizard Sean said.

“Ah… really?”

Harry hesitated, words catching in his throat.

But then, who was the Wizard Sean I saw in the Great Hall that day?

“I’ve been studying some ‘esoteric’ magic.”

Wizard Sean said.

“R-Really?”

Harry relaxed somewhat.

Maybe Wizard Sean had magically duplicated himself, like the diary; or perhaps he’d created a three-dimensional projection of himself…

What did it matter? Wizard Sean could invent anything.

“It’s not a 3D projection.”

Wizard Sean said.

“Ah… ah… not? N-No, no, no, Wizard Sean, did I just speak?!”

Harry clapped his hand over his mouth.

Cold sweat broke out again.

Had he just spoken his inner thoughts aloud?! No—he hadn’t said anything!

“Sorry, Harry, I’m losing control.”

Wizard Sean rubbed his temples; he truly couldn’t control it.

The Cat-Leopard Cookie and Legilimency had overlapped, triggering a qualitative shift—he could now directly hear the inner voices of young wizards.

Of course, only those with zero mental defenses.

If a young wizard had shields up, he’d have to force his way in.

In other words, any wizard who hadn’t learned Occlumency was essentially an open book to him.

In other words, a wizard who has never learned Occlumency is essentially a blank page to him.

Harry gasped again.

In the twilight, Wizard Sean’s eyes were glowing faintly; Harry could clearly see they were sharp, emerald-green vertical pupils.

“The Cat-Leopard Cookie is a new product from Fairy’s Bakery.”

Wizard Sean explained.

“Cat-Leopard… what’s that?”

Harry’s confusion deepened.

“A magical creature said to possess Legilimency abilities.”

Hermione and the others had arrived beside them without notice; she snapped,

“Even Ron knows this, Harry.”

To Harry’s greater shock, Ron paused, then gave him a helpless nod.

Harry’s gaze dimmed; he knew he’d missed too many sessions at the Wish Hut because of Quidditch training.

“It’s fine, Harry, there’s still plenty of time.”

“It’s fine, Harry, there’s plenty of time.”

“Thank you, Wizard Sean. But could you please stop reading my mind?”

Harry was nearly surrendering.

“Mind reading?”

Hermione looked bewildered.

“The Cat-Leopard Cookie gave me some Legilimency ability—not what you think. I’m not an alien, Hermione.”

"The Cat Biscuit gave me some Legilimency abilities, not like you think—I’m not an alien, Hermione."

Hermione’s face flushed instantly.

“You can stay rational while using the Cat-Leopard Cookie… oh my goodness…”

She quickly regained her composure, remembering something, and exclaimed in suppressed astonishment.

At the Wish Hut, when Wizard Sean made eye contact with a wizard, he could hear their inner thoughts—everyone’s vision of him was blocked.

He shook his head; using Legilimency on wizards drained immense mental energy, especially when he couldn’t control it.

He’d barely maintained it for a minute before his head spun.

He closed his eyes; the noise around him faded into silence.

“I hope I haven’t interrupted you…”

A faint, icy voice drifted over.

The silver-haired professor instantly silenced the young wizards.

Harry and the others exchanged glances, each silently guessing the wizard’s identity.

“Professor Terra, hello.”

Hermione was visibly excited, as if facing Dumbledore for the first time,

“This is Professor Terra, Hogwarts’ Alchemy professor—the second greatest after Nicolas Flamel.”

She whispered to Harry and the others.

Harry and the others tensed immediately.

“My dear student, what have you done now?”

When she turned her back to the young wizards, her expressionless face softened with amusement.

“The Cat-Leopard Cookie’s ability can stack with Legilimency, Professor.”

"The Cat Biscuit’s abilities can stack with Legilimency, Professor."

“Oh? Oh?!”

Professor Terra’s amusement vanished, replaced by genuine elation.

They had already stolen the magical authority of magical creatures—and now they could overlay those abilities onto wizards…

“Say goodbye to your… friend. We have many tasks today.”

“It seems the Magic Mirror isn’t the only thing bringing good news.”

Professor Terra smiled broadly.

Magic Mirror?

Wizard Sean opened his eyes—and met Professor Terra’s gaze directly.

As expected, his vision went black.

And as expected, his vision went black.

“Let’s go, my dear, bold student.”

He thought he heard Professor Terra laughing.

At dusk.

Twilight draped over the young wizards like a curtain; from afar came the clamor of the Quidditch pitch, and owls sliced through the evening glow above.

Wizard Sean also arrived at the Alchemy office.