Chapter 491

Logically speaking, it shouldn't be like this. After all, the wizards he cast Obliviate on were all somewhat famous and had a certain influence.

To achieve such a result, unless he used Obliviate to clear everyone's memory. But this difficulty was no less than letting him truly experience those events.

"'Wandering with Werewolves', the author is Gilderoy Lockhart. It introduces Gilderoy Lockhart's heroic deeds.

It mainly tells the story of Lockhart helping a village get rid of being plagued by werewolves. But strangely, as a person in the village, Pister's memory is not like this."

Senior Bruce whispered,

"We tried to explain some things, but guess what? Wizards wouldn't be willing to believe the deeds of an ugly old American wizard, even though he made the people in a village get rid of the werewolf plague.

People always believe what they are willing to believe, and even the witch who was saved firmly believes that the person who helped her was Lockhart.

Little Green, stay away from the human heart, it is very foolish; also stay close to the human heart, it is sometimes hot.

Do you know the difference?"

Senior Bruce showed a deep expression that Sean had never seen before.

As Sean watched him silently, he said:

"Of course it's a choice! Choosing to help a handsome and dashing wizard like me won't have such troubles!"

Senior Bruce walked away triumphantly.

He was triumphant, but this triumph was completely different from Lockhart's.

The next class was Transfiguration, with Gryffindor and Ravenclaw together.

Professor Marcus Marcus Maige asked the wizards to turn a beetle into a button, and Sean completed this requirement very quickly.

In Transfiguration, there were not many people at Hogwarts walking ahead of him.

Even in some aspects, he had gone further.

Soul Transfiguration allowed him to recognize the soul's reincarnation while also strengthening his mental level in driving the "self" to change.

This meant that besides Animagus, he could try to use his wand to transfigure his own body, just like Krum transfiguring a shark head in the Triwizard Tournament.

"Advanced Transfiguration" also introduced the deeds of ancient wizards transfiguring themselves into bats, but this type of magic was very special and high-risk.

Because it explored a field that wizards hadn't stepped into much—Sean naturally guessed this was the Boundary.

While thinking, Sean didn't forget to wave his wand, causing the wall to undergo subtle transfiguration.

【You practiced material transfiguration once with the standard of an entry-level master, master-level proficiency +3】

【Material Transfiguration: Entry Rank (90/300)】

【Soul Transfiguration: Entry Rank (110/300)】

Soul Transfiguration had overtaken material transfiguration, and once Sean reached the experienced level of material transfiguration—that is, being able to cause partial terrain changes instantly—Sean could go study Basilisk cookies.

He had made preparations that were not quite sufficient: some fire dragons, some three-headed dogs, some mirror tubes to isolate the Basilisk's gaze, some magic that only reached the master-level, and a holy sword that had a high probability of being pulled out.

Hope it's enough...

"Mr. Weasley, this is the last time, right?"

Professor Marcus Marcus Maige, whose gaze moved away from Sean, frowned; the student of her own house was already on his third beetle.

Before this, he had either squashed the beetle or let it run around everywhere, causing the little witch next to him to scream.

In front of Professor Marcus Marcus Maige,

Sean, who had practiced 【Entry】 level transfiguration five times, felt tired; he turned his head and saw Luo En with a frustrated expression.

He waved his wand, but the wand only crackled from time to time, emitting sparks. Every time Luo En tried to transfigure the beetle, a grey, rotten-egg-smelling thick smoke would immediately surround him.

Looking closely, one could see that the wand was wrapped in a circle of magical tape, which was perhaps the reason why the wand couldn't be used.

The dinner bell rang.

Everyone walked out of the classroom one after another, leaving only Sean, Harry, Hermione, and Luo En. Luo En was tapping the table with his wand in a rage:

"Stupid... useless... thing..."

"Write home and ask for another one."

Harry suggested, and the wand made a series of firecracker-like crisp sounds.

"Yeah, and receive another Howler,"

Luo En said, stuffing the hissing wand into his schoolbag,

"It's all your fault that your wand broke—"

Harry stopped talking.

Hermione didn't comfort Luo En either, but walked away with a "thump, thump, thump".

She was still angry about their dangerous driving.

"I..."

Harry still wanted to say something, but Wood had already come to the classroom and dragged him away,

"Quidditch practice starts tonight! Go eat now—we're already behind! Harry!"

In front of the Quidditch fanatic, Harry didn't even have room to resist.

Before disappearing, he was still thinking, wasn't today the first day of school...

The Transfiguration classroom became quiet again. There were many cages here, containing some mice and beetles, for students to practice Transfiguration. Now only they were making sounds.

Luo En buried his head, his gaze slowly losing focus on the broken wand.

The evening sunset was just withdrawing its last rays, and the Transfiguration classroom was also slowly dimming.

"Alone", Luo En couldn't help but think too much; he remembered the scene he saw in the Mirror of Erised—he was the Head Boy, and also the Quidditch team captain.

Better than Percy, and better than Fred and George.

But reality told him that he was the most unremarkable one in the Burrow.

"Your wand is broken."

He heard a soft voice.

"Ah! Sean—"

Luo En was startled, and then he quickly hid his wand behind his back.

"Oh, this, this—yes, my wand is broken, but it doesn't matter, I fixed it."

He looked away and said, pretending not to care.

"You have to go to Ollivanders Wand Shop; Fred and George will help you take the secret passage, and Shopkeeper Gert will wait for you far from the castle; she often waits there for Fred and George. Go on the weekend."

Sean added.

"This, this actually doesn't—"

Luo En's face flushed red, and he wanted to cover it up in a panic, but when facing those calm green eyes, he lost his voice again.

"It's okay."

Sean said.

"This is very troublesome, it's against school rules, if it's discovered..."

Luo En could barely hear his own voice, but he was sure the voice was trembling.

Sean thought for a few seconds:

"It's okay."

At this moment, the dim sunlight that had just passed the elm table pierced through some clouds again, gently spilling onto Luo En's shoulders.

He looked at the little wizard in front of him, always feeling that he was like a vast and soft ocean.