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Hogwarts: Richie's Magic Research Diary
Hogwarts : Black family bloodline...
Hogwarts' Magical Food God
Hogwarts Animagus Chaos
Dawn broke.
The hospital ward was still very quiet.
Sean's bed was surrounded by a complete circle of sweets.
Since who knows when, every wizard at Hogwarts seemed to know that he had a sweet tooth.
As a result, these Chocolate Frog boxes and drinks could no longer fit on the table and had to be placed on the floor.
Sean had organized them well so they didn't block the aisle, and Madam Pomfrey allowed them to stay.
Now, peeking through the wrapper of a Chocolate Frog, a peculiar photograph woke up along with Sean in the faint morning mist.
It was a photo Sean carried with him, originally a group photo taken by Justin in the Great Hall at Christmas, but now it seemed some mysterious magic had been added to it.
When other wizards looked at it, the photo seemed normal, but when Sean gazed at it, some of the originally vibrant figures lost their color.
Headmaster Dumbledore's grey eyes were still kindly, and Professor Snape's grey robes were still imposing.
Here and there, some grey figures would appear. No one knew what this meant, nor the intention behind this magic.
On this bright and beautiful morning, a squirrel darted out from Professor Quirrell's colorful body. Sean watched quietly as it sniffed around everywhere before finally running back into the photo.
His study of the Patronus Charm had given him some insight. As sunlight climbed the stone walls of the hospital wing and illuminated the photo in his hand...
He specifically observed the extra figures in the photo.
A handsome but weary Sirius was swigging red wine, Lupin in new clothes held a goblet, the red liquid swaying...
The only strange thing was that, compared to Sean in the photo, their figures appeared in a ruinous grey-white.
The Hogwarts bell rang, and Sean put away the photo.
The Patronus Charm had revealed some of his thoughts—thoughts that had been hidden, but now a corner was revealed.
This was exactly what he was concerned about...
Did the endings of these wizards match the suffering they had endured?
As for him, he had already received enough at Hogwarts.
It was broad daylight when Sean walked out of the hospital wing.
Madam Pomfrey had informed him that it was time to be discharged.
...
In the corridor, Sean continued practicing Wandless Magic, commanding books to float in the air, sensing the techniques of magic application within.
After all, magic unsupported by a wand was "savage."
This term was Sean's summary. After rigorous comparative experiments, he found that magic cast without a wand was more destructive but also easier to lose control of.
Just like the magic displayed by young wizards during magical outbursts or periods of loss of control—violent and untamable.
And magic out of control wouldn't necessarily operate according to the wizard's will.
Therefore, this required the wizard to have stronger mental power and more mature techniques.
Under Sean's practice, or rather Ravenclaw's guidance, Sean had only superficially mastered two spells.
One was the Levitation Charm, and the other was the Scouring Charm.
They were among the spells Sean was most familiar with.
In the early morning, because it was so early, the corridor was quiet. Sean's notebook floated out, with more writing appearing at the top.
[Raise proficiency of four spells to Master level], [Verify if Legilimens can be stacked].
This was Sean's recent plan, and a necessary one.
After all, in the wizarding world, continuously improving one's magical strength was the most important thing.
He looked with satisfaction as the proficiency of his Levitation Charm increased by another three hundred points. Then, instinctively looking up, he bumped into two familiar wizards at the door of the Transfiguration office.
"Professor McGonagall, is this true? Can I choose all the courses?"
A smile Hermione couldn't suppress tugged at the corners of her mouth.
"Miss Granger, you are a model student of Hogwarts. This is what you deserve."
Professor McGonagall's mouth formed a tight line, her expression stern but softened.
"Oh, model student, Professor, I..."
Hermione seemed about to say a name, but stopped abruptly.
What was she thinking? The magical item she could apply for, he probably already had...
"What is it?" Professor McGonagall asked.
"Nothing, Professor. I mean, this is absolutely wonderful!" Hermione exclaimed in a low, excited voice.
"I agree, Miss Granger. I hope you make good use of it."
Professor McGonagall turned and left.
Hermione watched the professor's retreating figure, then looked out the window at the snow-melting grass. She blew a breath of warm air into her hands and left with cheeks red from the last winter wind.
Sean watched thoughtfully for a moment, then also left the corridor.
When he arrived at the Great Hall, it was already bustling with excitement.
Sean looked at the notice board, which said Hogsmeade Week was approaching.
No wonder the wizards are getting more lively...
He thought, then noticed some new content on the board—Course Selection was coming up.
Sean paused.
As everyone knew, Hogwarts courses were divided into Core Classes and Electives. Sean had been studying the Core Classes for nearly two years, but Electives would only be officially open to young wizards in their third year.
This was partly because the young wizards had limited energy, and partly because Hogwarts was waiting for their magical abilities to mature.
"Alright, everyone. Listen to me.
There are five electives available for third-years at Hogwarts: Care of Magical Creatures, Study of Ancient Runes, Muggle Studies, Arithmancy, and Divination.
I asked an upperclassman from Hufflepuff about these electives and compiled some notes."
After Sean took his seat, Justin quickly produced several notebooks like a magic trick.
"That's wonderful, Justin! I have to say, we must be cautious; this will affect our entire future," Hermione praised excitedly, then turned to Harry and Ron.
At this moment, they were carefully studying the list of new courses and making marks on it.
"Thanks, Justin, you're always thoughtful. But I just want to give up Potions," Harry said.
"Impossible," Ron said dejectedly. "We have to keep all the old subjects, or I'd have dropped Defense Against the Dark Arts ages ago."
"But that subject is very important!" Hermione said in shock.
"Not with the way Lockhart teaches it," Ron said. "Aside from not letting pixies loose, I haven't learned anything from him.
Remember? 'What indispensable role did Mr. Green's guidance play in Lockhart's growth?'"
After he finished, several of them couldn't hold back their laughter.
Justin and Hermione quietly exchanged a look with Sean.
Hermione's eyes held triumph; they had exposed Lockhart's crimes to the public.
Justin's look was gentle; he had done the right thing.