[Comprehensive] Sean

Sean followed Draco and the others to the classroom, listening to Draco chattering on and on describing the various details of the prom he and his mother attended at the beginning of the year, and answering one or two perfunctory questions from time to time.

He didn't know when his patience became so good.

After sitting in the seat and putting away the books and ink bottles, the classroom gradually became quiet.Sean opened the notebook in front of him, dipped a quill pen into ink and wrote his name on the first page of the notebook.

This is the habit left by Tony when he lectures for him.

However, to his surprise, when he wrote his name on it, his name disappeared before the ink dried.Immediately afterwards, a line of cursive characters appeared on the notebook.

"Hello, Sean."

This line of words only appeared for a moment, then disappeared again.

Sean froze for a moment, then regained his composure. This is a magical world, and it should be normal for any strange things to happen.

Professor McGonagall knocked on the small glass bottle and said, "Welcome to the Transfiguration class. In my class, I hope everyone pays attention to order. Please refrain from talking except when I ask you to practice spells."

Sean listened to a few sentences, and his attention was gradually attracted by this strange book.Only then did he realize that the notebook he was holding was actually the notebook that had inexplicably appeared beside his bed.

He dipped some ink in the quill again, and wrote in his notebook: "Who are you?"

"I'm just a memory, which has produced consciousness over a long period of time."

Sean thought again of the man who seemed to be covered in a mist from head to toe.

He asked, "Do you know the man who saved my life?"

After the handwriting disappeared, it took a long time for the answer to appear in the notebook: "I think I know it."

This answer made Sean feel refreshed, and he immediately asked, "Who is he?"

"I can't tell you his name, I can't tell you what he looks like, but I do know who he is, and I lived with him for a while."

The quill was twirling in Sean's hand, and he wrote again: "What was he like when you first met him?"

"I can let you see for yourself."

Go and see for yourself?Sean looked at the words in the notebook with some doubts, how could he read it by himself?

Just as he was thinking, a huge suction force suddenly sucked him into the notebook. Before Sean could yell out, it was as if he had fallen into a cloud of ink.

"Don't talk when you're eating, I've changed all your bad habits." A deep voice said.Sean turned his head and saw a man sitting elegantly at one end of the dining table who was sitting in a dim light and could not see his face clearly.

"I see." A little boy sitting on the other side said with a smile.

"Also change that disgusting smiling face," the man said. "You don't need to please me. After your strength is enough to catch my eyes, I will naturally look at you."

The boy slowly put away his smile, with a creepy coldness on the corner of his mouth, he lowered his right hand, a small snake with intricate patterns slipped out of the boy's sleeve, and crawled towards the man from under the dining table.

That boy wants to let the snake bite?Sean looked at this little boy who looked less than ten years old in surprise, his eyes were as vicious as any adult.

When the little flower snake was about to touch the man's trouser leg, it was grabbed by a force and floated in front of the man.The little flower snake's body was twitching non-stop, and it looked extremely painful.The boy suddenly stood on the stool, tremblingly looking at the dying little flower snake.

The man wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin, and said without haste: "Do you know where you are wrong? Do you think you are really good at making a few pranks among those Muggles? Let alone the last real Even an adult Muggle can easily kill you. Also, you are so stupid, have you ever thought that you are only ten years old this year, I am your only guardian, if I really If you die, you will be sent to the orphanage to be fostered and return to the life of being dependent on others. You are weak, brainless, complacent, and short-sighted. How can my Gunter family have a descendant like you? It is an insult to the great Slytherin The title! Starting today, I will double my homework and learn etiquette first. As for this bastard snake, I will take care of it."

"No!" the boy yelled.

"Oh?" The man looked at him in surprise and asked, "What did you say? Say it again."

The boy pursed his lips and bowed his head in silence, but his body was shaking violently.

The man sneered, and the little flower snake twisted more violently in the air, pointing the tip of its tail at the ceiling, making a hissing sound.

"I beg you, don't kill Nagini," said the boy in a trembling voice.

"why?"

"...it's my friend."

"I also know that begging for a friend is not hopeless." As soon as the man's voice fell, the little flower snake landed softly on the table, "Go to class after eating, don't waste time, you are far away from a qualified Gaunt is still far behind."

After the man finished speaking, he left the restaurant.

The little boy jumped off the stool, hugged Nagini in his arms, and stared at the chair the man sat on like poisonous eyes.

He is ten years old?Sean looked at the little boy standing in front of him in a daze, thinking in disbelief.Sean was of average height among his peers, but this little boy looked a head lower than him, and his body was ridiculously thin.

He walked up to the little boy and watched the little boy caressing the little flower snake with great care. Not only was his eyes not as vicious as before, but they were as pure as water.

The boy is an orphan.Sean understands the eyes of an orphan best, the eyes that guard against the whole world, and the only eyes that look at him that are as pure as water.

Sean couldn't help but took a step forward, only to find that the floor he was stepping on suddenly disappeared, and he fell down with an unstable center of gravity...

"Ah!!" Sean stood up abruptly from his seat, cold sweat streaming down his entire forehead.

"Is there anything I need help with, Mr. Stark." Professor McGonagall said displeased, the complex emotions in the serious old lady's eyes made Sean a little uncomfortable.

"No, it's nothing, I'm sorry." Sean sat down on the stool.

Professor McGonagall frowned, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't speak again.

"What happened to you just now?" Draco asked softly.

"It's okay." Sean glanced at the notebook in his hand, and sure enough, it was blank with nothing on it.He closed the notebook and placed it under the Transfiguration class book.

A boy, a man.

Another match!

But whether it was in the dream or in this notebook, he couldn't see their faces clearly. He could see them clearly when he was there, but he couldn't remember them when he woke up.

What is the relationship between the person in the dream and the person in the notebook?What does the mysterious man who saved him in New York have to do with these people?

Dumbledore definitely knew something inside, and the faculty and staff in the entire school probably knew some of it too.

Everything was tangled like wool, but Sean was not in a hurry.Someone was secretly pushing him into this cloud of fog, and he wanted to wait and see what tricks that person had.

Sean was very reluctant to take the flying lesson in the afternoon, no matter how Draco talked about the excitement and fun of Quidditch in his ear, it couldn't arouse Sean's interest at all.

A normal person, riding on a bare broomstick, looks ridiculous no matter how you look at it.

Unexpectedly, the famous Harry Potter stood opposite Sean.Sean glanced at him warily, then looked away.

Sean still doesn't understand why his right hand twitched so badly after seeing Harry Potter.

Mrs. Huo Qi, the professor of flight class, is a hot-tempered woman. She spoke to the students about the requirements of the flight class, "Okay! Now everyone put their right hands on the broom and said: Come up!" After speaking, the broom under Mrs. Hooch's hand automatically flew into her hand, "Just like I demonstrated, start practicing!"

Sean sighed, holding his forehead in embarrassment.

Draco easily summoned the broom into his hands, and raised his chin to Sean proudly, "Why don't you start yet?"

Sean sighed, put his hand on the broom, and said weakly: "Come up." The broom slammed into Sean's hand, making his hand a little numb.

is it hard?Xiao En accidentally watched himself making the broom in his right hand, and then looked at a group of people around him directing those brooms that were suffering from Parkinson's syndrome, and he had some strange thoughts.

Sure enough, the great genes of the Stark family...

After Mrs. Hooch's explanation, Sean successfully floated in mid-air on the broom.Mrs. Hooch glanced at Xiao En appreciatively, and then looked away in embarrassment.

Xiao En calmly took Mrs. Huo Qi's performance into his eyes.

At this time, there was a commotion in the crowd, a fat boy from Gryffindor floated up on a broomstick, and then flew out of control in the air, the screams of the little fat boy filled the whole school .

Sean hurriedly supported the broom, and fell to the ground a second before the little fat man hit him, and escaped unharmed, but the little fat man was more miserable, and he should have suffered serious injuries visually.

"Everyone is waiting here. I will take Mr. Longbottom to the medical wing. When I leave, everyone is not allowed to go to the sky. If I catch him, I will definitely not let him go easily. Do you understand?"

After Madam Hooch finished speaking, she hugged Longbottom and left.

Draco shrugged his shoulders indifferently, at this moment he saw a crystal ball dropped on the ground, a wicked smile appeared in his steel blue eyes, he picked up the crystal ball and said loudly: "Look Ah, whose crystal ball is this?"

"It's Neville's!" cried Hermione.

"I don't think so. Since I picked it up, it's mine."

"Give back the crystal ball to Neville!" Harry Potter stood in front of Draco and said every word.

"Oh, so it's the famous Harry Potter," Draco said angrily, "Come and get it yourself if you have the ability!" After speaking, he gave him a hard push.

Sean was right behind Harry, and when Harry fell towards him unexpectedly, he subconsciously helped Harry, but the moment I touched Harry, a strange feeling came from Sean's back. He couldn't help feeling disgusted with Harry Potter.

"What do you think, Sean?" Draco said suddenly.

Sean glanced at the triumphant Draco with a sullen face. Behind him stood Goyle and Crabbe. Ron's face was as red as his hair, and Harry and Hermione were even more angry. looking at him.

"Should this be fun?" Sean asked a little annoyed.

Draco's face was a little dissatisfied for a moment. He wanted to explode but held back abruptly, and threw the water polo to Hermione who was closest to him, "Take it!"

Sean didn't control Draco's young master's temper, and didn't even respond to Hermione's thank you, so he entered the teaching building with a broom.

Under the large wizard robe, the fingers that Sean had just used to support Harry were slightly convulsed.