Chapter 83

He glanced over casually; Terry was still observing raindrops by the stained-glass window, having been there for three hours already.

Anthony sighed again.

Sean nodded and generously placed the book on the tabletop.

The young wizards suddenly erupted into a clamor:

"Let me see too, Michael."

"Me, me, me—and me too."

Even the young wizards who already owned the book couldn't help but join in the fun; could the precious books in Madam Pince's hands really be the same as the ones they bought themselves...?

"Oh—everyone, I mean, we have to be a little careful..."

Michael's voice was carried away by the howling wind and rain outside the window.

Sean thought of tomorrow's plan again.

That's right, tomorrow, as long as Professor Snape wasn't in the dungeon, even if he couldn't find the professor himself, he would ensure safety.

Sean would take the risk to brew the potion.

He was only six proficiency points away.

The most difficult scholarship fragment was finally about to be collected.