Chapter 86

Just as he was cleaning the cauldron and regrouping.

The dungeon door was pushed wide open with a bang, hitting the stone wall with a dull thud.

Shadows flooded in before the person, followed by bat-like black robes that rolled and swallowed the faint light at the doorway.

Footsteps echoed on the damp stone floor, unhurried, yet carrying a rhythm like judgment.

Sean was completely stunned.

His large emerald eyes watched Professor Professor Professor Sineipu blankly as he walked step by step to his front.

The dim halo of light barely illuminated the sharp shadow cast by his hooked nose,

and also added more coldness to his gloomy words:

"Sean Green..."

His voice was like a viper flicking its tongue.

Sean's eyes gradually dimmed as well.

He didn't try to argue, just silently packed his materials into his bag, cleaned the cauldron, and prepared to leave the dungeon.

Sean knew his choice was dangerous from the start.

If discovered, one must have the awareness of being discovered.

"Sorry, Professor Professor Professor Sineipu."

Sean said in a low voice,

"I'll leave now."

Then, he shouldered his small black bag and prepared to leave.

"Heh—of course, if I were like you—"

Professor Professor Sineipu sneered,

"Such stupid potion brewing, such flawed techniques—I would also feel incredibly ashamed and wouldn't dare stay long in this sacred place."

Hearing Professor Professor Professor Sineipu's words, Sean didn't react; he just silently felt it a pity—he was clearly about to succeed.

"Escaping—is this your choice?"

Professor Professor Professor Sineipu spoke suddenly.

"If I were you, I would immediately relight the cauldron—and increase the amplitude during the final stir, stirring one more circle."

Sean was stunned; his footsteps paused, and he turned to look at Professor Professor Professor Sineipu in surprise.

Professor Professor Professor Sineipu, was he actually teaching him?

Sean didn't hesitate; he put down his bag and was about to take out the materials.

At this moment,

a bundle of materials suddenly floated onto the wooden table.

Sean heard Professor Professor Professor Sineipu's cold voice:

"If you dare to fail—"

Professor Professor Professor Sineipu's gaze was cold, as if threatening.

Sean didn't feel it at all.

He had always possessed the ability to ignore the other's outward appearance, thanks to his deep understanding.

Just like Hermione, she is indeed sometimes a bit high and mighty, liking to instruct others,

but beneath that arrogant attitude is her sincere concern.

Just like Professor Professor Professor Sineipu, he is always accustomed to hiding his emotions in sarcasm, partiality, and hostility.

But regarding this, no one can blame him, because not everyone possesses love.

Sean recalled Professor Professor Professor Sineipu's teaching in his mind.

The cauldron was relit and began to bubble again.

This time, Sean brewed the potion smoothly as before.

A hint of satisfaction appeared on Professor Professor Sineipu's gloomy face.

Unlike those Gryffindors who shout like trolls, and unlike those Hufflepuffs who have no brains and don't move,

Ravenclaws are always a bit smarter, and the young wizard in front of him was a leader among them.

He knows what he wants, will take action, and is sufficiently...

extremely hardworking.

When the dark green liquid appeared again, Sean couldn't help but feel a little nervous, until—

【You brewed a pot of Boil-Cure Potion completely at the standard of an adept, proficiency +10】

【Boil-Cure Potion unlocked】

【New Potion Field title unlocked, please check】

【A wizard talent unlocked, please check】

The fireplace sparks burned more intensely. Sean still didn't dare to be careless as he stored the potion into a crystal vial.

Only when the cauldron was completely extinguished did Sean gradually relax.

This also made Professor Professor Sineipu nod slightly.

In front of him,

Sean was slightly excited; he hadn't even used the improved ritual...

"Professor Professor Professor Sineipu, thank you."

Sean thanked him sincerely, and no emotion other than gratitude could be seen in his clear eyes.

This stunned Professor Professor Sineipu, who was about to turn and leave.

He didn't even make a sarcastic remark for a moment, but looked at Sean more deeply.

"You should be glad that you succeeded, otherwise—"

His sallow face was uncertain, and a rare complex emotion appeared in his eyes.

"Sean Green, let me tell you a truth:

Respecting yourself, even if you have achieved nothing in Potions,

has the power to change reality.

If you belittle yourself,

I swear,

the door to Potions will never open to you—"

Even after leaving the dungeon, these words still echoed in Sean's mind, almost shattering his stereotype of Professor Professor Professor Sineipu.

Under the huge oil painting, bearing Sir Cadogan's rambling,

Sean couldn't help but recall Professor Professor Professor Sineipu again:

He is undoubtedly lacking in love.

His tragedy lies in the fact that he spent his life longing for love, yet lost the ability to understand and express it due to the lack of love in his childhood.

He grasped the only love he had, Lily, but destroyed it with his own hands due to his own flaws and the tragedy of the times.

In the end, his life became a long and painful self-punishment written with loyalty and courage.

His greatness lies in his astonishing courage and perseverance, but the foundation of his character is undoubtedly that lonely boy in the gloomy house on Spinner's End who was never nourished by love.

And then,

could he define Professor Professor Professor Sineipu as an empty shell without a soul that would never grow again?

Sean,

he said to himself,

you are organizing your prejudices and trying to impose them on a living person.