Chapter 674: Transfiguration Standards

Early morning.

The candles were all extinguished, with only the distant horizon and the silvery ghosts emitting a faint light.

"Good morning."

Sean's peripheral vision noticed the torches and lanterns in the corridor gradually lighting up.

"Morning, or night, there is no difference."

The Grey Lady's gaze drifted into the distance.

Sean did not reply immediately; his peripheral vision watched the corridor where wizards occasionally passed by, and he began to understand.

Looking at it this way, ghosts should be unable to sleep.

That is to say, after becoming a ghost, they cannot live, cannot die, and have no sensation. It seems only their thoughts wander the world, forever and ever, without end.

For those who have lived for hundreds of years, death is finally a rest.

But once one becomes a ghost, there is never a chance to choose, and one can never rest.

Moreover, ghosts are a relatively "lower" existence; they cannot eat, touch, or interfere with the world of the living, and even their thoughts are extremely primitive.

For example, they know one plus one is two, but they cannot explain why.

Seeing everything but touching nothing, witnessing everything but interfering with nothing, experiencing everything but unable to think... experiencing the ever-changing world of others with one's own unchanging self is an extremely painful process.

This is also one of the reasons why few wizards choose this way of survival.

"Perhaps you should rest."

Sean said.

"Green, there are always absurd thoughts in your head that leave one speechless."

The Grey Lady shook her head and smiled.

"Call me Helena, Green. By rights, I should hate you, but someone like you, someone like her, is truly impossible to... you have class, Green."

"Five minutes and twenty-three seconds left."

Sean nodded and replied.

"Hmm, I said it, very much like her."

The Grey Lady stared at Sean.

Only when facing a young wizard would she mention that person, and dare to recall everything related to her.

"You are too."

Sean naturally thought of Ravenclaw; she had said the same thing.

Always having absurd thoughts in the head...

"Heh..."

The Grey Lady naturally did not believe it.

A shameful traitor, how could she have any connection to a great surname like Ravenclaw?

She gazed at the distant snow-capped mountains; they were tall, covered in white snow, pure and clean.

Her grey eyes gradually dimmed.

"I think, only when Lady Ravenclaw admits the betrayal, Miss Helena, perhaps then you will have truly stepped onto this path.

Before that, all scolding is irrelevant."

Sean said slowly.

Of course, on any moral level, the betrayal had become an established fact.

Perhaps there was no longer a place for Helena Ravenclaw in this world.

It was just that, apart from Rowena Ravenclaw, who could judge her soul?

They were just... outsiders.

"Green..."

Helena smiled blankly.

"I have never seen you so talkative, so interesting; it reminds me of Tom Riddle many years ago.

Perhaps you have some point, and it indeed gave my shameful life a moment of respite, but Green, I thank you, and please do not worry about my affairs anymore."

She politely refused, and Sean had long expected this.

"Miss Helena."

Sean said.

Helena sighed and looked at him again; even though he kept bothering her, he was never annoying.

This was a strange thing.

"If you are willing to listen to some stories..."

Sean said again.

"I will not refuse you, Green, you know this, but please do not always push your luck."

Helena drifted away.

"By the way, you have one minute left."

Would Sean be late for class?

This was a very difficult thing, no less difficult than a troll defeating Dumbledore.

Therefore, when Sean arrived at the Transfiguration classroom, the young wizards had not all taken their seats.

However, this was still somewhat strange, after all, Sean was always accustomed to arriving early.

In the words of the young wizards at Hogwarts, you can find every quality of learning magic well in Mr. Green.

Minerva Marcus Marcus Maige's gaze paused on him for a moment before she began to announce the theme of this Transfiguration lesson:

Transforming a little white rabbit into a slipper.

The young wizards immediately became busy.

"Bang!"

A loud noise came from behind Sean; Seamus's wand slipped from his hand, causing one leg of the desk to explode suddenly.

Professor Marcus Marcus Maige waved her own wand, restored the desk leg, and reattached it, then she turned around and subconsciously looked at Sean.

He was practicing Transfiguration quietly, making dozens of white rabbits appear in the castle's snowy grounds outside the window time and time again.

Even though his Transfiguration skills had long since advanced, he still lacked the impatience unique to a genius.

Or rather, could only such a wizard be called a genius?

Minerva Marcus Marcus Maige was very satisfied and turned to guide the practicing young wizards one by one.

"The gesture must be decisive, and there must be a clear intention in your mind..."

She said sternly.

"Very good, everyone, you can see that Mr. Wei Silai has succeeded!"

Luo En? Harry, who was on the side, had never thought that Luo En would one day be so outstanding.

The students in the class began to chatter, and the classroom was filled with whispers, all craning their necks to look at Luo En.

"You can take a closer look, there are no ears on the slipper, a very good transformation, Mr. Wei Silai."

She said again.

Luo En's face turned red; Professor Marcus Marcus Maige's words sounded very familiar, just like what Sean would say:

"Luo En, you succeeded, a very good transformation. Hmm, I think you are very good at this. It is 【Proficient】."

Sometimes Luo En would feel that Sean's standards were very strict, that making a dead object come alive was only considered "Mid-Rank Transfiguration."

And letting this "living creature" run around for three minutes could only be counted as 【Proficient】.

But thinking of Sean being able to make the ground of the Chamber of Secrets sink and trap a dozen-meter-long Basilisk, Luo En felt it was understandable.

In the Transfiguration classroom, apart from the chirping of various animals, there was mostly amazement surrounding Luo En.

In the center of the amazement, Luo En couldn't help but look at Sean, who was practicing seriously; where his gaze reached, dozens of snow rabbits were hopping about.

……

After class, Sean pointed his wand, and the Wizard's Book quickly shrunk into a pendant, and he also quickly left the classroom.

But just at the classroom door, he was blocked.

"Sean..."

Luo En showed a bashfulness that was unlike him. ===== CHAPTER 675 =====