Chapter 528: Analysis

In the Forbidden Forest, a giant snake opened its bloody mouth; even without eyes, the Basilisk could hear the crispy crackling of food and smell the tempting aroma of food.

When it was eating, Aragog had already disappeared into the depths of the Forbidden Forest, surrounded by some Acromantulas.

Sean didn't pay too much attention; he looked at the huge spider corpses on the ground and collected some potion materials along the way.

In just one night, the Acromantula population in the Forbidden Forest had decreased by at least more than half.

Surprisingly, only one-third of this had to do with Sean, while more had ended up in the Basilisk's belly.

When the Basilisk was brutally unleashing its nature among the Acromantula population, the panel was also ringing constantly:

【You gained intimacy with the magical creature Basilisk with expert standards, intimacy +50】

【You gained intimacy with the magical creature Basilisk with expert standards, intimacy +50】

Sean silently felt that intimacy and malice from the Basilisk; the moonlight also passed through the forest canopy of the Forbidden Forest that had been burned, spilling into the hollow.

For wizards, they need to choose their own faith; while for Dark Magic creatures, their faith is already doomed...

Being unable to choose is sad.

The story of the Chamber of Secrets has come to an end; how should the Basilisk be handled?

Hope Cabin.

Eternal candles were floating here, pumpkin lanterns were hanging, and the fireplace was puffing out warm flames.

Young wizards in robes gathered together like attending a tea party, talking about the upcoming Wan Shengjie.

When Sean returned, his wand was commanding a huge pumpkin to float in; the pumpkin was as big as a carriage.

This was the biggest pumpkin Hagrid planted, and he called it the Pumpkin King, now given to Sean as a Wan Shengjie gift.

"Sean, where did you find..."

Hermione was dazed.

"I've never seen one so big..."

Na Wei stammered.

Although the magic applied to food and plants had no practical combat effect, the difficulty was not reduced by half.

From this perspective, Hagrid actually had quite a talent for food magic.

"Hagrid gave it, right... Hagrid asked me to tell you that he hasn't seen you in Hagrid's hut for a long time."

Sean put the pumpkin on the side of the fireplace, and Jia Siting began to plan what to do with it with great interest.

And Harry and the others blushed.

Indeed, since learning that there was a Basilisk in the castle, their attention had been attracted by this huge crisis, and they hadn't even seen Hagrid for a long time.

When they were stunned, Sean walked to his seat and sat down.

After returning from the Restricted Section, the words Godelot wrote in "Most Poisonous Magic" kept echoing in his mind.

"It is so difficult to create a positive faith, but it is so easy to create an evil faith..."

A wizard's faith... how should it be understood?

After long thinking, Sean's quill slowly wrote:

【Emotions—love, protection, cruelty, distortion... these are the emotional parts of a wizard, they correspond to a wizard's emotional power, and can erupt with powerful magic at specific times.

For example, Fred turning Luo En's toy into a spider when he was extremely angry, for example, Harry turning Aunt Marge into a balloon when he was angry.

Young wizards have not yet experienced profound self-doubt when they are young. They believe "I think, therefore I can." This belief is mixed with imagination and curiosity, and magic is as natural as breathing.

Rationality—wisdom, knowledge, insight... these are the rational parts of magic, they correspond to a wizard's rational power, and are a wizard's annotation of magic for thousands of years; it increases the stability of magic and provides a practical path for the study of magic.

Wizards begin to build self-confidence through "external rules" such as spells, gestures, and potion recipes. They believe "because I correctly executed the steps, the magic will take effect." Belief shifts from "who I am" to "what I did."

Ritual magic—is the product of the final combination of the two. It has also become the ultimate manifestation of wizard magic.】

After writing this long paragraph, Sean seemed to gradually understand something.

No wonder Voldemort was obsessed with killing Harry himself.

For him, he believed he was the most powerful dark wizard in the world, so he couldn't accept the fact that he was defeated by a boy.

In fact, he couldn't accept it either, because this would directly lead to the collapse of his belief.

According to Godelot's theory, if a wizard's belief collapses, magical power will also wither.

It's like Na Wei, who thought he couldn't do things well, so the magical power he displayed also confirmed his thoughts.

After being encouraged and adjusting his mentality, he could soon succeed again.

Looking at it this way, regardless of whether Godelot's theory is completely accurate, it is of great significance.

Then, what about himself?

Sean silently watched Jia Siting tinkering with the pumpkin, and waves gradually rose in his heart.

"Excuse me for a minute,"

After observing that Sean had "returned to his soul," Harry hurriedly spoke,

"Do you want to attend a Deathday Party?"

The air in the Hope Cabin was silent for a second, and then trembled.

"Deathday Party, what does that mean?"

Jia Siting was always the first to support.

"It's Nearly Headless Nick's 500th Deathday, right on Wan Shengjie; he's going to have a party in a relatively spacious underground classroom.

And his friends will come from all over the country... it is said they are all ghosts."

Harry said.

"Why would anyone celebrate the day they died? I think it sounds quite unlucky..."

Luo En practiced Transfiguration and said.

"Deathday Party? I bet not many living people can say they have attended such a party—it must be wonderful!"

Hermione, however, was very interested.

Jia Siting and Na Wei always cast their eyes on Sean first; Sean seemed to be thinking, but actually he was thinking about the Wan Shengjie feast.

Deathday Party, that actually didn't have much meaning; the most meaningless thing was the rotten food.

Sean didn't want to miss the Wan Shengjie feast at all, to share moldy cake with some flies and maggots—because of Tang Mu's matter, he had already missed too many meals in the Great Hall.

No matter what, this time no one could pull him out of the Great Hall.

"I hope you can have a good time."

Sean said softly, and he slowly raised the corners of his mouth.

He suddenly remembered one thing; Harry and the others went to the scene, what would they say...

"Congratulations on being dead for five hundred years?"

Not far from the fireplace, Harry's eyes were obviously dim; he wanted to continue saying something, but his lips opened and closed, and he still said nothing.

If he had known Sean wasn't interested, he wouldn't have gone either.

Spending Wan Shengjie with his partners was much better than spending it with ghosts.