Chapter 897: Hogwarts Learning Panel Chapter 390

"Of course—"

A light finally appeared in the eyes of the young wizard's dejected companion.

Unfortunately, as they were speaking, Professor Sineipu was passing by.

Sean saw their faces turn deathly pale in an instant.

But Professor Sineipu did not seem to care; he just let out a cold snort and strode away.

When Sean walked into the Great Hall for lunch, he saw Harry glaring at Draco Ma Er at a glance.

Ma Er seemed to be telling a particularly funny story to a large group of Slytherin classmates.

As Harry passed by, Ma Er deliberately put on an act, pretending to faint suddenly, which drew a burst of laughter from everyone.

"Don't pay attention to him,"

said Hermione, who was walking behind Harry,

"Just ignore him, it's not worth it..."

"Hey, Potter!"

The Slytherin girl Pansy Parkinson shrieked,

"Potter! The Dementors are coming, Potter! Wooooo!"

Sean stopped looking over there, took out his own class schedule, and sat down at the long table.

The long table, which had been empty, miraculously sprouted the Weasley twins.

"Great Mr. Green, what are you looking at?"

George looked up, just in time to see Ma Er pretending to be scared into a faint again.

"That little bucket of slop, oh my,"

he said calmly,

"He wasn't so high and mighty when the Dementors came onto the train last night. He dove right into our compartment, didn't he, Fred?"

"Nearly wet his pants."

Fred said, sweeping a look of contempt at Ma Er.

"I wasn't too happy myself,"

George said,

"Those Dementors are truly terrifying creatures..."

"Simply froze your insides, didn't they?"

"But you didn't faint, did you?"

Harry sat down as well, asking Fred in a curious, low voice.

"Don't think about it, Harry."

George encouraged him,

"Dad once had to go to Azkaban, do you remember, Fred?

He said he had never seen such a terrifying place. He was limp and shaking uncontrollably when he returned... The Dementors sucked away all the joy.

Most of the prisoners there ended up going mad."

As Sean was perfecting his Potions class notes, the small long table filled up sparsely with people.

Come to think of it, Sean's time was becoming increasingly insufficient.

He needed to brew expert-level Draught of Peace, and he also needed to push his proficiency in the Fiendfyre spell to master level.

Only then could he obtain two new titles within the first week of school.

What would they provide?

Sean had been looking forward to it for a long time.

Beside him, Hermione was examining her new class schedule.

"Oh, great, Sean, look, we're starting several new classes today."

She said to Sean happily.

"Hermione,"

before Sean could answer, Luo En looked over from behind her shoulder and said with a frown,

"They've messed up your class schedule.

Look—they want you to take almost ten classes a day. Where would you find that much time?"

"I'll find a way. I've already discussed it with Professor Marcus Maige, and so has Sean."

Hermione added.

"Sean, I don't know... but look,"

Luo En said skeptically,

"See the classes this morning? Nine o'clock, Divination.

Below that, nine o'clock, Muggle Studies. And—"

Luo En leaned closer to the schedule, as if he couldn't believe his eyes,

"Look—below that, Arithmancy, nine o'clock.

I know you're brilliant, Hermione, but no one is that brilliant.

How could you possibly be in three classrooms at once?"

"Don't be silly,"

Hermione said curtly,

"Of course I won't be in three classrooms at once."

"Then you—"

"Pass the marmalade."

Hermione said.

"But—"

"Please, Luo En, even if my schedule is a bit full, what does it have to do with you?"

Hermione said fiercely,

"I told you, just like Sean, we have both already discussed it with Professor Marcus Maige."

"Oh..."

Luo En looked a bit aggrieved.