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Neville received letters from various witches and wizards in his family, offering him many different suggestions on which courses to choose.
Neville was at a loss and felt very nervous.
He sat there looking at the course list, his tongue sticking out, and quietly asked Justin if he thought Arithmancy sounded harder to learn than Ancient Runes.
Meanwhile, at the Gryffindor table.
Dean Thomas and a few others, like Sean, were Muggle-born wizards.
They finally closed their eyes and randomly poked their wands at the list, choosing whichever course they landed on.
Sean turned his head and saw that Hermione, after seriously reading Justin's suggestions, had signed up for every single subject.
"Hermione, are you sure?" Harry clicked his tongue.
"Merlin..." Ron's eyes widened.
Hermione ignored the two of them, put away her course selection sheet, and then looked at Sean with a strange gaze.
It was as if she were sharing a secret known only to the two of them.
Sean didn't notice this. He looked at the course schedule and frowned.
He naturally didn't want to miss any class.
The Study of Ancient Runes was the cornerstone of alchemy; Care of Magical Creatures couldn't do without its newly appointed assistant; Divination classes would help him understand profound, unlocked prophecy magic, and later on, a centaur teacher would personally teach the class; as for Muggle Studies, it was also a course helpful for alchemy research...
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But the scheduling of these courses didn't allow him to choose them all together.
Arithmancy conflicted with Care of Magical Creatures, and Divination overlapped with Muggle Studies by more than half.
This made Sean feel even more that there wasn't enough time.
"Sean, are you still thinking? Are there any less ideal courses in there?"
Hermione, who was sitting next to Sean, asked in a whisper, her suspicious gaze almost sticking to Divination.
Before Sean could answer, another voice sounded in his ear—it was Percy Weasley.
"It depends on where you want to go, Mr. Green, Miss Granger."
He said, "You must plan for the future early, so I recommend Divination to you. People say choosing Muggle Studies is foolish, but I personally think wizards should have a comprehensive and thorough understanding of non-magical society, especially if they want to engage in work closely related to Muggles—
Look at my father; he has to deal with Muggle affairs all the time.
My brother Charlie always liked outdoor activities, so he chose Care of Magical Creatures. Play to your strengths, everyone."
He spoke like a prefect concerned about the lower-year students and left after speaking.
"What do you think, Sean?"
Hermione didn't think everything he said made sense.
She only trusted the two young wizards beside her.
"I think..."
Sean's brow smoothed as he thought of a powerful magical object.
"Do you also think choosing all of them is right?"
Hermione couldn't wait.
"Mm."
Sean nodded.
If he possessed a Time-Turner, then he would have more room for choice.
"Mm, that's good."
Hermione walked away holding her book.
...
Time-Turner.
This term echoed in Sean's mind several times.
So... he wrote it down in his notebook.
The notebook was densely filled with Sean's plans: past plans and current plans.
They were different, but one thing was certain: all the plans in the notebook would eventually be completed.
[Apply for a Time-Turner].
Another line of words appeared on it.
After the course selection disturbance ended, the young wizards chattered about Hogsmeade Week.
This was one of the few holidays where they could leave Hogwarts Castle.
Hogsmeade Village had so many novel and fun shops, and even the newly opened Green's Bookstore and Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes branch. Wizards from the second year and above were discussing endlessly.
Third-year wizards and above were discussing what to buy, while second-year wizards were discussing what they would do next year.
After all, by the start of the next school year, they would be members of the crowd able to go down that sacred path.
Sean skipped over the sounds of these discussions and was caught by another voice.
"I rarely see you pondering like this."
Prefect Penelope came after Percy. She briefly introduced the courses to a group of young Ravenclaws and then walked straight over.
"Prefect Penelope," Sean said.
"I think you must be like I was back then, unwilling to miss a single course..."
Prefect Penelope said in a bewitching voice,
"Roger has begged me for too long. The Ravenclaw Quidditch team needs you. The Seeker position on the Ravenclaw Quidditch team has always been reserved for you... But today I just wanted to tell you a special piece of news.
If you agree to play for Ravenclaw, I will do my best to fight for it for you..."
Sean gazed at Prefect Penelope with his green eyes, and the beautiful prefect continued:
"A powerful magical creation. It looks like a tiny, sparkling gold hourglass with a very long and fine gold chain.
Each time it turns, it can go back one hour in time.
To possess it, one must ask a professor to write various letters to the Ministry of Magic, telling them that the owner is a model student and will never use it for anything other than study...
This is a secret passed down among model students of all generations. Do you know what it is?"
Prefect Penelope winked with a smile.
"A Time-Turner," Sean answered.
"Ah—you know—then it seems Roger will be disappointed.
I won't ask if you possess it. We all know, we swore an oath."
Prefect Penelope left, looking slightly disappointed. She gave Sean a look full of meaning at the end, as if the thing were right in Sean's bag.
But what disappointed Sean equally was that his bag only contained the Book of Wizards—including Pukwudgie the butler, the Wampus Cat, and a vast expanse of space.
He passed through the corridor and went to the dungeons for detention.
That's right, after being discharged from the hospital, his detention began.
Starting from September 1st, lasting until September 1st, with no holidays, totaling seven years.
Sean, who started detention in his second year, would still owe Professor Snape a year.
Professor McGonagall, who originally opposed it, had switched to agreeing, while Dumbledore, who cheerfully approved it, was now somewhat annoyed.
Sean pondered and pondered as he walked into the dungeon.
Inside the dungeon.
Snape, standing in the shadows, stared at the bubbling cauldron. When the wooden door creaked open, he habitually raised his head.
The fool bewitched by Dumbledore's ideology still looked annoying to him today.
His hands were behind his back, holding something like a necklace, and his face turned cold.
The annoying, brainless fellow didn't even have the ability to complain about how unfair life was, and that was precisely what made him feel bitter.