Chapter 516: Hogwarts Learning Panel, Chapter 218

"No, Headmaster."

Sean slipped away decisively.

He had thought the Headmaster would grill him with many questions...

"Child, when you fight monsters, be careful, don't become a monster."

Before leaving, Headmaster Buliduo's meaningful words drifted out from the Headmaster's office.

The corridor was quiet, bathed in moonlight.

Hogwarts Castle had fallen into a deep sleep.

I don't know how much time passed, the distant sky presented a grayish-white color, and thin mist covered the Scottish Highlands like light gauze.

Buliduo sat in front of the window, the bubbling kettle boiling round after round.

"Albus, you should rest."

Inside the Headmaster's office, a portrait of a witch with long, silver, curly hair said softly.

"Headmaster Derwent, we should be more tolerant, right?"

Buliduo spoke in a deep tone.

He didn't ask anything in the end, because such trust was the greatest tolerance.

"That child pulled out the Sword of Gryffindor, you and I both know, Albus.

It always responds and appears in time to help the recognized successor."

The witch portrait said slowly, her eyes full of admiration,

"More importantly than this, Headmaster Buliduo, that is an amazing child; his sword is not raised for himself."

When Buliduo closed his eyes, the melodious bell of Hogwarts rang, and it was breakfast time.

The Great Hall was once again filled with owls delivering mail.

When Sean sat down, beside him were three young wizards with dark circles under their eyes.

Jia Siting glanced at them with surprise.

For much of the time that followed, the three were not in the right state of mind.

They thought they had touched the truth of the matter.

Headmaster Buliduo was planning something as always, and Hogwarts was once again facing danger.

This danger came from a terrifying Basilisk; those who looked directly at it would even die.

In terms of combat, they considered themselves unable to help.

So the three spent the whole night looking for the Basilisk's weakness, and so far, they had gained nothing.

Ask Sean?

If Sean knew, he wouldn't have been so "disheveled."

The three occasionally stole glances at Sean; the young wizard was holding a popular science book about unique creatures.

It seemed he was looking for the Basilisk's weakness just like them.

This made them feel that time was even more pressing.

And Sean?

He was just researching the Basilisk biscuit ritual.

After solving the Basilisk, he began to solve the diary.

Tang Mu's Dark Magic was indeed advanced, but Sean had Harry, who could cause special damage.

What he had to do was very simple: tell Harry about the diary in a dream.

Next, he just needed to listen to Tang Mu's screams.

With this thought in mind, Sean glanced at the Gryffindor table.

Jin Ni's face was flushed; it seemed Tang Mu had not recovered his strength quickly.

So the next two days were very peaceful.

Sean always went to the Chamber of Secrets to brush up on some intimacy, while Tang Mu, who should have been controlling the Basilisk, had been motionless recently.

The only ones anxious were probably Harry and the other two, who were not in a good state overall.

"Did you find anything today? My muscles are stiff."

In the Great Hall, Ron groaned and lay on the table,

"Filch made me polish that Quidditch trophy fourteen times before he was satisfied.

Later, when I was polishing a 'Special Contribution to the School' medal, I accidentally dropped it on the ground... Filch made me polish it twenty more times!"

Harry and Hermione shook their heads at the same time, their faces full of worry.

They even thought about facing the Basilisk with Sean, which would be better than being terrified here.

Sean disappeared to the Hope Cabin early many nights, and Harry and the other three could only watch him leave with worry and expectation.

Just like that, October arrived, and damp cold permeated the grounds, seeping into the castle.

A cold suddenly became popular among staff and students, making Madam Pangfrey busy and flustered.

Her Pepperup Potion had immediate effects, but those who drank this potion would have smoke coming out of their ears for several hours.

Jin Ni Wei Silai had been feeling a bit sickly recently and was forced by Percy to drink some Pepperup Potion. As a result, wisps of steam rose from under her bright red hair, and her whole head looked like it was on fire.

Bullet-sized raindrops pattered against the castle windows and didn't stop for several days. The lake rose, the flower beds were a mess of mud, and the pumpkins Hagrid planted swelled to the size of a greenhouse.

And it was also when Jin Ni was a bit dazed that Sean's intimacy with the Basilisk reached 【Close】.

Now, he only lacked some ritual preparations.

But books about Dark Magic creations were all locked up, and logically speaking, ordinary young wizards would find it hard to come into contact with them—most of them were in the Restricted Section.

Unfortunately, Sean happened to have permission slips... many of them.

"The signature doesn't matter; as long as it's something that can stay still for a while, Luohate will sign it."

Jia Siting summarized it this way.

Also just now, the light on the surface of the blank talisman flashed and disappeared.

Sean felt a little surprised.

Tang Mu, Jin Ni, Harry...

It seemed they would bump into each other in the Chamber of Secrets soon.

As for the missing Basilisk, Sean would knock it out and move it to the Forbidden Forest.

In other words, Harry would face an unarmed Tang Mu...

Thinking of this,

Sean's mouth curled up slightly.

Not far from him were the persistent Roger and Tuoya.

"Will it succeed, Luo Jie?"

Tuoya completely felt Roger's pain.

The Gryffindor, Slytherin, and Hufflepuff Quidditch teams regarded them as the strongest of rivals, training crazily all day while guarding against their secret weapon.

They practiced a hundred tactics to limit the Seeker named Green, but Tuoya didn't know that Ravenclaw's secret weapon was so secret that even the Ravenclaw Quidditch team didn't know they had one.

"It will."

Luo Jie said.

He had already found the trick; the key lay in the portrait—that's right, the portrait named Sir Cadogan would guide them to welcome back Ravenclaw's pride.

Outside the window, it was still pouring rain, and the sky slowly turned as black as ink.

Wisps of mist rose in the Ravenclaw tower.

It looked like a night suitable for dreaming. ===== CHAPTER 517 =====