Chapter 75: Hogwarts Learning Panel Chapter 36

The four founders of Hogwarts came from the four parts of the British Isles:

Scotland, Wales, England, and Ireland!"

"That's right."

Sean gave affirmation.

"Remember? The Sorting Hat's song—Fair Ravenclaw, from glen."

Sean recited that line.

"The 'glen' here is defined as 'the Scottish term for a highland valley.'"

"Sean, you must be a walking collection of stories!"

Jia Siting whispered, and Hermione also raised her chin and nodded.

Sean said "Mm," then picked up his wand and walked to the back of the classroom,

where some books with brittle yellow pages were scattered on the ground.

"S—cour—g—ify——"

Sean waved his wand, drawing a smooth S-shape, and finally, the books covered in dust were cleaned anew.

【You practiced the Scourgify spell once at an entry-level standard, proficiency +3】

【Entry-level Scourgify unlocked】

【New spell field title unlocked, please check】

Sean wasn't in too much of a hurry to check, but picked up the books and put them back on the shelf,

and scanned the classroom—

the desks and chairs that were originally covered in spiderwebs became clean again,

neatly arranged by Jia Siting and Hermione;

the huge bookshelf, although still leaning, had all the books returned, and Sean had cleaned them from inside out;

the strange-looking instruments piled in another corner,

were also stacked and classified by the three.

In general, this place seemed to really be a classroom in use, not an old antique from thousands of years ago.

So Sean opened the panel:

【Title: Spell Entry】

【Slightly increase perception of spells, significantly improve spell talent】

Significantly?

Sean looked down with expectation.

【Wizard Sean, Spell Talent: Blue (Spell Entry title bonus, original talent was white) Note: Average wizard is green】

I... should now be considered half a spell genius, right?

Sean thought.

The effect of talent is significant.

The difference between white talent and blue talent is like the difference between an ordinary snake and a basilisk.

Sean had wanted to learn the four spells in Defense Against the Dark Arts class very early on,

but the results were minimal; *The Standard Book of Spells: Grade 1* didn't describe them,

and *Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection* was still vague.

It seemed that professor guidance was needed,

but counting on Professor Qiluo was not as good as counting on Professor Sineipu opening the dungeon door wide for him.

So Sean tried self-study.

Unexpectedly, in a short time,

he unlocked Red Sparks and Green Sparks, guided by some mysterious intuition.

Only ten times,

only ten times.

Making a certain young wizard even somewhat suspicious,

whether the former white-talent self could be considered to have a defect in the Wizarding World.

Let's talk about these two spells—Red Sparks and Green Sparks.

They look like rookie stuff, but they have two functions in actual combat:

First, it is used as a signal for emergency rescue. In the third task of the Triwizard Tournament, Sean remembered it was used.

Second, it is used as a low-level output spell in combat:

When Harry was in his first year, Luo En said:

Harry and Malfoy, who had only been in class for a few days, could at most shoot sparks at each other with their wands.

The sparks here refer to Red Sparks and Green Sparks.

When Sean walked out of the classroom, he could occasionally hear Mrs. Norris's meow in the corridor,

and—

"Sir Cadogan, a bet is a bet, you have to go to the group portrait of the drunken monks and get me a bottle of fine spirits—"

A woman's voice indeed came from the wall beside him. Sean looked up,

and saw a chubby witch portrait wearing a white dress, smiling and talking to the portrait beside her.

In that portrait was a short, chubby knight carrying an overly long sword, with grass stains all over his knees.

He sighed heavily:

"Merlin's beard—my dear Green, why don't you even care about Quidditch?

You just hide in the library,

going back so late!

Look, now it's good, another bottle of fine wine from my share is gone!"

Sean knew at a glance that Sir Cadogan and Lady Violet had made another bet.

This situation is very common.

Given that they are hung on the wall with nothing to do until eternity, portraits naturally take pleasure from surrounding things—

for example, betting on Hogwarts students behind their backs.

Just like when wizards are bored, they will guess which raindrop on the window falls faster,

these portraits will also quietly hold competitions on students.

A common one is to see which one can reach the destination first through those moving stairs.

(Of course, there will be neutral portraits following along to make rulings).

Sean didn't respond to Sir Cadogan, otherwise this knight could follow him all the way to the common room, chattering endlessly.

Revealing his name to him last time was enough to make Sean regret it.

He could actually make up five or six jokes from a name:

"Sean Green decided to be a painter, but he failed because he only saw one color, do you know why?

Because he only—

Seen Green! Hahahaha—"

Sean Green indicated that this was not funny at all,

so he casually moved the drunken monk group portrait to a hidden location.

The night passed quickly,

Hogwarts was about to welcome a new week,

and the beginning Monday was the only day that could cause Sean to have significant emotional fluctuations.

Perhaps it was also the most nervous day for all Ravenclaw freshmen.

Because today in the morning, they were going to have their second Potions class.

Sean had already familiarized himself with the ritual three times last night and repeatedly checked his notes on the Boil-Cure Potion.

In fact, for today's brewing,

he even finished his Potions class essay yesterday,

just to ensure his understanding of potions reached an excellent state.

In silence,

the dungeon door opened with a "Bang—",

Professor Sineipu's wide black robe billowed, setting off his sallow face even more gloomily.

Although his movements were elegant enough, the young wizards still felt the powerful aura pressing in.

"—The alliance of Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff, heh—"

His voice was gloomy and powerful,

"A week has passed, if I notice that some people still stubbornly maintain—an astonishing deficit in intelligence and operational ability—"

Before his words were finished, the young wizards were already shivering underneath, and some were even pale. ===== CHAPTER 76 =====