Chapter 69: Owl Portrait

After three o'clock in the afternoon,

Hogwarts entered a lazy weekend.

For young wizards, the happiness and relaxation of Friday even exceeded Saturday and Sunday,

because on this day, they could throw their homework aside and fully enjoy the rare leisure time.

Walking all the way from the greenhouse, Sean's robe hem was still stained with dew from after the rain.

He learned from Professor Marcus Maige that

Professor Sineipu was going to brew potions for two days starting today,

therefore, the potion brewing plan had to be temporarily shelved.

Having inherited the knowledge of Master Libatius Borage, he was now like someone guarding a gold mine but unable to use it for the time being.

Fortunately, he was not familiar with the rituals improved by Master Libatius Borage,

so he prepared to go to the hidden room to practice until he was proficient,

and incidentally, he could also grind his spell proficiency.

"I'm going to cut off your head!"

"No—"

The childish voice coming from the distant lawn contrasted sharply with the content of the speech; Sean cast his gaze, and it turned out to be a few young wizards playing Hangman.

This game can be played by two or more people; one person thinks of a word, others guess based on hint letters; if they can't guess, they have to pretend to have their head cut off.

Sean heard "crackle" explosion sounds coming from the other side of the lawn again.

Looking far away, there were young wizards playing Exploding Snap; the power of these cards was not great, but it was enough to scorch the eyebrows of two young wizards black.

There are actually many ways of entertainment in the Wizarding World, not just Quidditch, Wizard's Chess, Gobstones, etc.

Michael had played more than ten strange games in just five days,

which was also the reason why he was still staying in the library now.

It would be even better if he didn't wail "Sean, save me" when returning to the dormitory, but just quietly read Sean's notes.

Sean held the beautifully packaged Fizzing Whizbees in his hand; the image of Senior Bruce being led away like a balloon by Senior Leon seemed to still be before his eyes.

He observed that every time Senior Bruce was about to land, Senior Piste, who had just arrived, would stuff another candy into his mouth.

The remaining part of the candy was all given to him by Senior Piste, who was smiling honestly.

"Hufflepuff's philosophy is—to—share—"

Senior Bruce said this sentence almost howling.

The afternoon sun was like melted honey, lazily spilling on the ancient stone walls of Hogwarts Castle,

ironing the cold stones until they were warm and soft.

The spires of the towers outlined golden contours under the azure sky, owls hooted as they swept past,

Sean's hair was brushed up, that was the wind,

a loud cry came from the distant sky, that was a goshawk,

the one stumbling over on the lawn, that was Jia Siting.

"Sean!"

He greeted enthusiastically and loudly.

This made Hermione beside him pout helplessly; in her hand, a dark green book with a dragon pattern was being blown open by the wind.

"Mother said, nature will heal all children."

Jia Siting leaned over to Sean's side and whispered,

"Sunlight, lakeside, breeze, green grass... although Hermione doesn't think these are better than the *Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them* in her hand—

She's right, that book is too interesting."

Fantastic beasts?

Sean thought,

indeed very interesting.

Subsequently, Sean's gaze followed Jia Siting's guidance and landed on one of the pages:

【I want to refute all other absurd remarks in Miss Rita Skeeter's book.

I just want to say one more thing simply, I am definitely not a "heartless man who abandoned the heartbroken Seraphina Picquery."

At that time, the President clearly stated that if I did not leave New York voluntarily and quickly, she would take strict measures to expel me.】

?

Sean was a bit speechless; it seems gossiping doesn't distinguish between wizards and Muggles.

"And this—"

【The Billywig is an insect native to Australia, anyone stung by a Billywig will feel dizzy, and then float away.

Generations of young Australian wizards have been trying to catch Billywigs, stimulating them to sting themselves, in order to obtain this side effect.】

"Wizards are sometimes quite crazy, aren't they?"

Jia Siting spread his hands and said,

"Hermione, what do you think?"

"That's right, I also saw in the book that some wizards made its juice into Fizzing Whizbees."

Hermione closed the book, her voice full of energy.

Before she finished speaking, Sean silently placed a Fizzing Whizbee into each of their hands.

"Delicious."

Sean said seriously.

The remaining Hermione and Jia Siting, who had reacted, stared at each other.

"The feeling of floating is really good...

I mean, remember?

Hermione and I went to apply to Professor Fuliwei to use that classroom,

the professor agreed very quickly, but he said, what did he say?"

In the corridor, Jia Siting suddenly got stuck.

Sean saw that his eyes clearly carried a smile.

"Dummy... it's—of course no problem, but it depends on whether that owl portrait agrees,"

The three waited for the rotating staircase while listening to Hermione explain,

"The professor said that in the tenth century, there was only one magic school in Europe, and that was Hogwarts.

At that time, Hogwarts recruited students from all over Europe.

Later, other magic schools were established one after another, and many wizard families chose schools closer to home.

Hogwarts, which could accommodate thousands of people, had many more empty classrooms, most of which were sealed by magic, but not including that one of ours, because..."

"There is a special owl portrait, even successive professors might not be able to answer its questions."

Jia Siting added with a smile; he acted much prouder than Sean.

Hermione rolled her eyes at him at the same time.

With the rumbling sound of the stairs and Jia Siting's knocking on the wall,

the yellowed, cracked canvas appeared again, on which a snow-white owl wearing a velvet vest and small pince-nez glasses tilted its neck.

It seemed forever unable to straighten its glasses and hold the old parchment steady at the same time. ===== CHAPTER 70 =====