Chapter 95

Professor Professor Professor Fuliwei walked down from the book stairs, walked to Jia Siting, and put away his wand with some gratification.

"I think I have to come and see... but not now—Hufflepuff adds three points!"

As soon as class ended,

Jia Siting was surrounded by enthusiastic little badgers.

"Oh oh, how did you do it, Mr. Finch-Fletchley?"

The one speaking was Hannah, who had freckles on her face and was a bit shy.

"Really... Finch-Fletchley, you had such great progress and hid it from us!"

Ernie crossed his arms, his chin held high.

"I think we have to punish you, this young wizard who betrayed the 'Never Go Hungry' club, unless you tell us how you did it."

His words caused a group of little badgers to nod; at least six little badgers were staring at Jia Siting "aggressively."

Sean glanced at the noisy crowd over there and left the classroom holding a book; the brownish-yellow book was "The Standard Book of Spells: Grade 1."

If Professor Professor Professor Fuliwei were to come to their classroom,

Sean thought,

could he find a suitable opportunity to propose his idea of wanting to learn the Smokescreen Charm and the Knockback Jinx?

At the same time, Sean knew that

professors are usually very busy, and some individual teaching and guidance are not common things.

Only for their favorite students—like Hermione later on,

she could often get first-hand information about exams from Professor Professor Professor Fuliwei, or even exclusive scoops.

Now, Sean wasn't sure if he was qualified.

The Charms classroom was blocked by little badgers, and outside the door, the lazy evening breeze blew again.

The leisure of Friday is always like a warm spell, enveloping this ancient castle.

In the corridor, several Hufflepuff students leaned against the windowsill, watching the Black Lake ripple like golden scales in the sunset.

Their laughter became soft, like floating dandelions.

A suit of armor in the corner shook off dust slightly, making a slight metallic friction sound.

Beside the armor, compared to Jia Siting's popularity, few people dared to approach Sean's side.

Except for—

"That Levitation Charm was cool! I guess this has something to do with you, right, Sean?"

Michael popped out from behind an unexpected portrait, revealing the deep secret passage behind it.

"Oh, but you don't have to tell me, I think this will be an interesting exploration! More interesting than the castle's secret passages and strange magical items!"

After speaking, his eyes shone, wind blew under his feet, and he disappeared in a few seconds.

Leaving Sean, who hadn't heard anything clearly.

Just now... was someone talking?

Sean had just closed "The Standard Book of Spells: Grade 1," and opened it silently again.

All the way up the spiral staircase,

Sean woke the sleeping owl with a fixed knock.

It seemed a bit excited today:

"Young wizard! Clever young wizard, answer my question!"

Sean waited silently.

"Simple questions, difficult questions...

I have observed a swindler; being worshipped, being paid attention to, and becoming the focus is his inner demand, and his wisdom helped him achieve it;

I have observed a rascal; stirring up trouble with words and causing mischief is her inner demand, and her wisdom enabled her to achieve it;

Their wisdom always only follows their own hearts..."

The owl was clutching a parchment in its feet, constantly circling in the portrait.

"Oh, please tell me, is that wisdom, or madness?"

Sean thought for a few seconds:

"It's a fool."

The owl stood stunned in place. It flipped through the parchment unwillingly, finally slowly becoming stiff, but its mouth didn't stop for a moment:

"Young wizard, greedy young wizard! Ambitious young wizard! Truly Lady Ravenclaw..."

Its last sentence could no longer be heard clearly. At the same time, the sky-blue door slowly emerged.

Sean thought while opening the door.

Ambitious?

Actually, not really.

Greedy?

Sean thought this was an obvious prejudice.

Inside the classroom,

three magical lanterns emitted warm arc light, and three seats were also placed with soft and comfortable black-yellow cushions.

In the very middle, a small, cream-colored soft sofa leaned against a tiny log table.

The log was scattered with many candies and cookies, and of course, the most were various series of puddings—

Yorkshire pudding, strawberry mochi pudding, mint pudding, and even spicy sauce pudding...

On the sofa, Jia Siting was handing Hermione a cup of pumpkin juice. The little witch took it subconsciously, looking a bit dazed.

But in short,

a little badger had only spent a few days decorating this place like a real secret base.

Hmm, that industrious badger was Jia Siting.

Jia Siting?!

Sean was a bit surprised. Wasn't he surrounded?

"Oh, Sean, we have to discuss something..."

Sean had just arrived at the sofa when Jia Siting walked over quickly. Hermione didn't even notice that someone had left her side.

"Did you see it? I mean Hermione, she must be hiding something from us..."

Just then, knocks sounded behind the sky-blue door.

A paper airplane floated in from the crack of the door, then turned into a few glowing words:

【Are you there, children?】

"Oh! It's Professor Professor Professor Fuliwei!"

"—Professor Professor Professor Fuliwei!"

Hermione's sudden reaction startled Jia Siting.

Looking at Jia Siting's hesitant look, Sean walked over and opened the door silently.

At the same time, Jia Siting sat down beside Hermione with a hint of worry:

"If you want to say it, then we are always listening, no matter when—

Mother said, this is the meaning of why friends exist."

Hermione slowly raised her head and met those sincere, light-gray pupils with just the right amount of concern for a few seconds:

"Alright, I'm so silly, how could I forget you were there..."

Her voice regained its usual vigor.

"Oh, children?"

Professor Professor Professor Fuliwei was heard but not seen.

Jia Siting, who had just raised the corners of his mouth, was confused again.

He didn't dare to speak, so he could only look at Sean for help.

Suddenly, several books appeared out of thin air, landed on the ground, and slowly grew larger. Professor Professor Professor Fuliwei's figure emerged from behind the sofa:

"Mr. Finch-Fletchley, nice progress. So, Mr. Green, Ms. Granger?"