Chapter 87

In the corridor.

Sir Cadogan had been trying hard to mount the pony in the painting,

but unfortunately,

he had spent who knows how many years on this task without success.

So he just rode his horse while talking to Sean about Quidditch.

When he got excited, he patted the horse's rump, and was subsequently kicked into a shrimp shape and flew far away.

Sean silently prayed for him and turned to open the panel:

【Name: Sean Green】

【Title: Potion Novice】

【Slightly increase perception of Potions, slightly improve Potions talent】

As expected, Sean nodded slightly and continued to look down.

【Wizard Sean, Potions talent: Green (Potion Novice title already applied, original talent was White). Note: Average wizard is Green】

【Advanced: Three entry-level potion brews can unlock the Potion Field entry-level title】

Sean didn't know if it was psychological, but the moment his Potions talent changed,

recalling the previous brewing, many ideas suddenly popped up.

And these ideas had never appeared in previous potion brewing.

Sean thought, magic might be such a magical thing—

it exists in a wizard's bloodline, bringing miracles capable of changing reality to the wizard.

A wizard with enough talent can even inherit vague knowledge from this bloodline.

If not, it would be hard to explain how those vague experience books in the wizarding world teach young wizards.

Thinking this, Sean slowly raised his head.

The portraits in the corridor were almost all napping.

The slanting sunlight shone through the Gothic stained-glass windows, illuminating Sir Cadogan's chattering face.

No wonder the knight was bothering him; it turned out everyone else was napping.

"Sean!"

At this moment, Jia Siting appeared in the lazy sunlight; he didn't know where he had popped out from,

and naturally placed a piece of English mille-feuille cake that looked delicious into Sean's hand.

"New flavor... please help me taste it,"

his gray-blue eyes squinted,

"Oh, one more thing, the flying lesson for Gryffindor and Slytherin has just started; perhaps we could go watch?

Hermione and I studied the techniques all day yesterday, and I don't know if she used them..."

It was now 5:30 in the afternoon.

Sean and Jia Siting walked along a downhill lawn to a place where they could see the Quidditch pitch.

The view here was excellent; not only could they see the young wizards in class, but also the sparkling Black Lake and the large pumpkin patch in front of Hagrid's hut.

"Look, Hermione seems to be flying well,