Chapter 493

He had been looking forward to letting Harry and the others be surprised when they came.

But he seemed to have forgotten something; in order not to let him dismantle Hagrid's cabin, Sean waved his wand, and several bouncing stools were pushed out for the already dazed Hagrid.

Within two seconds, a big fire dragon stood at the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

Not far away, Dumbledore stroked his long white beard, his eyes full of kindness.

Since a certain little wizard entered school, the castle had become more interesting day by day. Interesting enough that some people who only liked to stay in the cellar had been out for a long time.

"Hagrid, can you hear me?"

At the edge of the Forbidden Forest, Sean asked.

The big fire dragon stared at Sean in confusion, then stuck out its tongue and was about to lick.

In order to prevent himself from being accidentally eaten by the fire dragon Hagrid, Sean waved his wand, and the soil carried him away like a wave.

"Can you sit down?"

Sean continued to try.

The fire dragon sat on the ground without knowing why, its front claws hanging down, not like a fire dragon, but like Fang.

Now Sean understood; the soul is extremely special, even if it is Hagrid who ate multiple cookies, it will not create an extra burden for their communication.

Does this mean that if Sean finds some magical creatures with powerful magic, they can also eat multiple cookies and cause a more powerful influence?

Sean thought of a lot for a moment.

This was the second day of school; after dinner, the Ravenclaws were going to have their first Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Since experiencing yesterday's events, Lockhart's fanatical book fans in Ravenclaw had calmed down a lot.

At this moment, they were dining elegantly at the Ravenclaw table with not-too-intense excitement.

"What class is in the afternoon?"

In the corner of the long table, Harry asked.

"Defense Against the Dark Arts."

Hermione said immediately.

"Eh,"

Ron grabbed her course schedule and said in surprise,

"Why did you circle Lockhart's classes with hearts?"

Hermione snatched the schedule back, blushing with annoyance.

"Caring too much about someone will make you lose yourself."

Justin said gently on the side.

Hermione's face was as red as if it could drip water; she quickly took an eraser and wiped off the marks on it.

Sean sat down quietly on the side; he was also reading "Voyages with Vampires".

Although Lockhart was a liar, his books could still let Sean learn a lot.

At the high table.

Lockhart dined elegantly, showing a smile he thought was charming to Professor Marcus Marcus Maige:

"Professor Marcus Marcus Maige, I heard there is an outstanding child in the second year, let me think, the name is—Sean Green."

Minerva Marcus Marcus Maige's originally calm and leisurely expression changed instantly, and her tone was very dangerous:

"Gilderoy, please forgive me for not hearing clearly, you mean?"

"Ah—look at my memory, nothing, Professor Marcus Marcus Maige."

Lockhart quickly changed his words.

Minerva Marcus Marcus Maige looked at him deeply, then cast her gaze on Dumbledore.

She knew it; letting a liar into Hogwarts was an incredibly wrong decision.