Chapter 488

After Michael broke free, he began to breathe air in large gulps.

"If you can also get a perfect score."

Anthony's book contained a ranking list.

In the entire grade, Sean was the undisputed first, and it was said that the professors even argued at the grading site—to discuss whether there should be extra points beyond a perfect score.

Next was Hermione; the little witch was both talented and hardworking; then came Jia Siting and himself.

The two were tied for third.

Anthony frowned.

Sean Green was certainly powerful, as could be seen from the Green Notes, almost impossible to chase;

Hermione Granger was not bad either, Miss Know-It-All, performing excellently in all aspects, a difficult opponent;

Jia Siting Finch-Fletchley, everyone knew he was in lockstep with Sean Green, so it was understandable that he had achieved something;

But where did Harry Potter come from, who was only a few points behind him, had three Quidditch practices a week, and was unremarkable and disappointing at the start of the school year?!

This guy was terrifyingly strong in Defense Against the Dark Arts and Charms; if this continued, he wouldn't even be able to keep his top three spot.

"You found that thing of Sean and the others..."

Anthony started.

"Oh! Of course!"

Michael raised his eyebrows,

"Although I gave the opportunity to Neville, I discovered an interesting fact: they all joined a special club."

Just as the young wizards were making noise, they entered Greenhouse Three.

Never before had a first-year young wizard entered here—in the eyes of the young wizards.

And in fact, Sean had defeated Snargaluff pods here, pummeled Devil's Snare, and the Venomous Tentacula had also been tied together by a snowman summoned by Transfiguration.

Whenever he came here, Sean would think of that winter shrouded in magic.

Greenhouse Three had a smell of damp soil and fertilizer, mixed with a rich floral fragrance. Those flowers were as big as umbrellas, hanging down from the ceiling.

Professor Sprout stood behind a stool in the middle of the greenhouse.

On the stool were twenty or so pairs of earmuffs of different colors. When the group sat down, she said:

"We are going to repot Mandrakes today."

"Professor Sprout, you wouldn't mind if I sat in, would you?"

Lockhart's big white teeth shone in the sun.

Judging by Professor Sprout's expression, she did mind.

"I think the Professor minds; after all, professional matters should be left to professional people,"

A voice sounded from behind him; it was Senior Bruce,

"Respected Mr. Lockhart, you know, Greenhouse Three always has some plants that drop strange powders, and any effect could be caused."

"I happened to have seen all the plants in the greenhouse during my travels. Oh, but I know, I naturally know, this is still not as glorious as winning the 'Witch Weekly' Most Charming Smile Award five times in a row."

Lockhart appeared graceful.

Some little witches in the greenhouse already had eyes shining.

"That's great then."

Bruce looked approving, as if he had come to help Professor Lockhart with a straight man's act, and turned and left.

Before he left, he heard someone saying:

"Oh, did you put the itching powder away?"

The following plot is continuous; Lu Ming will release three chapters early tomorrow morning.