[Comprehensive] Sean

The little robot raised its mechanical arm, made a creaking sound, and then stopped moving. Sean sighed, and said to himself: "It's a bit of improvement, at least it didn't damage the circuit, this time it's just There is not enough magic power input, I just need to add more blood."

"It seems that your experiment is going well." Voldemort walked over from behind Sean, "Snape told me today that you didn't come to class, so I guess you should come here."

"You said that I can come to the Garden of Eden anytime and anywhere." Sean recorded the experimental data in the notebook with a signature pen.

"Still angry?"

"No."

"Then can we talk about my affairs?" Voldemort asked tentatively.

Sean put down the pen and paper, looked up at Voldemort and said, "Before I came here, I read an entire introductory book on psychology, which repeatedly stated that if you want to heal your psychological trauma, you must tell the truth to the psychiatrist. That's what helps you face reality and get over the pain."

"You think I'm lying?"

"You're not lying, you're just telling part of the truth." Sean observed Voldemort's expression and continued: "When I was looking at the memory in the notebook, I probably knew what kind of person you are. Arris may think that you have become a sunny and gentle boy, but I know that you have not changed at all, you are just wearing a gentle mask as a disguise. At first I thought you were for revenge on Arris, and Take his property, but then I don't think so, you seem to love him, and you seem to hate him."

Voldemort half-kneeled in front of Sean, looked him straight in the eyes, and said, "No one loves him more than I do."

"Not necessarily, like Abraxas?"

Voldemort's pupils became scarlet, and he sat beside Sean expressionlessly.

"I'm sorry, sir, but I really can't believe you." Sean stood up, patted the dust off his body, and began to tidy up the scattered parts.

Voldemort watched him organize the parts in an orderly manner, and suddenly said: "If I tell you, I can't lie to you at all?"

Sean looked at him in surprise.

"When I took the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, I signed a contract with Hogwarts."

"I've heard that you can't do something unfavorable to the students or teachers in the academy, otherwise it will be counterproductive."

"More than that, Dumbledore also added a new clause," Voldemort looked at Sean and said, "I can't lie."

"Really?"

"You can ask Dumbledore." Voldemort said with a smile, "Then let me tell you now, I really care about Hogwarts, do you believe it?"

Sean looked at him silently, silent.

Voldemort looked at the calm sea in the distance. In the Garden of Eden of Ares, the sea is always calm, with only a little sea breeze blowing a little wave, "The time I spent in Hogwarts was the best time in my life. The simplest, most carefree time. Dumbledore may be a great White Wizard, but to me, he is not a good teacher."

"Contract?" Dumbledore raised his orchid finger and took a sip from the teacup, and said, "There is indeed such a thing."

"So, he can't lie to people at Hogwarts?"

"Yes, but he can refuse to answer," said Dumbledore.

Sean leaned back on the chair in distress, Dumbledore's pet phoenix Fawkes tilted his head and looked at him, Xiao En touched its beautiful red feathers with a smile and praised: "This bird is so beautiful."

"Thank you for the compliment," Dumbledore said with a smile, "Fox doesn't have a bad temper, but he doesn't like others touching it. I think it must like you very much."

Sean suddenly remembered something, straightened up and asked, "What was Voldemort like when he was studying at Hogwarts?"

"Him? I have to admit that he is a very good student. Even the most demanding teachers like him very much. He is smart, handsome, and eloquent. He is very popular among the students. Slytherins and Gryffindors don't have a problem with him. Everyone thinks he's a perfect student."

Sean sensitively heard the hidden meaning in Dumbledore's words, "Except for you, right?"

"Sean, you may think I'm overhearted, but when I saw him for the first time, I knew that he was more than just as harmless as he appeared." Dumbledore said, and he used a teaspoon Stirring the tea in the cup, "He is really good at hiding, and everything is beyond the reach of others."

"You watched him?" Sean said in disbelief.

"Correct."

"Right?" Xiao En sneered disdainfully: "Then may I ask you, why did you monitor him? Is it because of something he did? Or did he violate some school rule?"

"Neither, but I feel..."

"Feeling!" Sean said with an ugly face: "Because you feel that there may be something wrong with him, so you have to monitor him? Headmaster Dumbledore, how many wizards in Hogwarts really violated the school rules every day? You know what? You leave them alone until you have time to spy on someone who hasn't done anything."

"I understand those children, they are young, those mistakes are not irreparable, in the final analysis they are all good children, but Voldemort is different, because he transferred to Germany halfway at that time, so I did not continue to monitor him, but if I was If you keep going, maybe there won't be a third-generation Dark Lord today."

"I'll tell you why he is different from other children, because he grew up in an orphanage!" Sean's chest heaved violently, "A child who grows up in an orphanage never exposes his true side to everyone Under the watchful eyes of ordinary children, they never make troubles without fear like ordinary children. They always show their best side in front of others, because they are afraid of being abandoned. The current third-generation Dark Lord is indeed a good person. An out-and-out villain, but at least that's not what he was at Hogwarts."

"Why are you so sure?"

"Because under the conditions of contractual imprisonment, he told me that what he misses the most is when he was a student at Hogwarts." Sean stood up and walked towards the door.

"Wait," Dumbledore stood up and said, "Did you know that there is a ghost in the women's room called Weeping Myrtle? If you have time, you can go and see him."

Ladies toilet?

Sean looked up at the big sign, hesitating.

After all, this is a women's toilet. What if he went in and there were a group of screaming little girls calling him perverted?

But Dumbledore's words made him fidgety again. He took a deep breath, covered his eyes with his hands, and groped forward. Rogue."

"Sean? What are you doing here?" It was Hermione's voice.

"Hermione, can I open my eyes?"

"Of course," said Hermione.

Sean carefully opened his eyes, there was no one in the empty women's room except him and Hermione, oh no, there were also Harry and Ron standing aside. "What are you doing here?"

"What about you?" Harry asked unkindly, "What are you doing here?"

"I've come to Moaning Myrtle."

"Are you looking for her?" Hermione's facial features twisted.

"I've come to ask something, is she there?"

A shrill voice said with a thin smile: "A handsome boy came to me, of course I am here." A female ghost with two pigtails, rustic black-rimmed glasses, and a student wizard robe came out of the toilet. Popped out, "Is there anything you want from me?"

Sean was speechless, he looked at the toilet water spilled all over the floor with some disgust, he took a step back unconsciously, and shrugged his shoulders in a concealed manner, "It's nothing, talking about Hermione, what are you three doing here again? "

"To make potions." Hermione replied honestly.

"Merlin, you can't just tell him that," Ron yelled, "he's going to inform!"

"He won't! Sean isn't like that."

"Informant?" Sean said clearly, "Are you arguing with Drake again?"

When Hermione heard Draco's name, she said with a disdainful expression: "That naive guy took his two big hunks pretending to be Soul Eaters and ran to the Gryffindor Quidditch team's locker room to scare him." Harry. I've got to show him something!"

"Eater of Souls?"

"I was attacked by the Eater of Souls during the summer vacation," Harry said, looking at Sean, "Do you know why?"

"I don't know." Sean shook his head, this was the first time he heard the news.

"Really? I thought you could understand something." Harry said coldly.

Sean frowned and looked directly at him. In his impression, this introverted and righteous boy rarely used such an expression and tone to say to others, "Why do I know the inside story? What do you mean by that?"

"Sean, Harry, he just," said Hermione, thinking for a moment, "to our new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor..."

Sean looked at Hermione's pleading gaze, suppressed the anger in his heart, turned around, and walked towards the gate. Suddenly he turned his head and asked Myrtle who had been sitting by the side watching the play: " Ask a rather impolite question, how did you die?"

Myrtle, floating in the empty women's room, said, "I don't remember."

The materials of previous students are stored confidentially in the reference room. Since Sean took Hermione and others to rob the reference room last time, it has been heavily protected, and it is impossible to go there secretly.Fortunately, the first murder case since the establishment of Hogwarts was published in the Daily Prophet that year, so Sean picked up a gap in the newsroom.

The author who wrote this article portrayed Myrtle's death as a desperate suicide after being bullied on campus, and strongly criticized Dumbledore's management of the school, believing that he was unfair.The title and the first quarter of the entire report are describing the case, and the rest are all about Dumbledore. It is self-evident how credible such a report is.

Sean read the report several times, and compared the dates, Sean found that Myrtle should be Voldemort's junior school girl. When Myrtle died, Voldemort had not yet transferred to Germany.

In other words, Dumbledore should have been vaguely implying that his Myrtle death had something to do with Voldemort.

Sean tossed the newspaper aside, was Voldemort a murderer?No doubt, yes.Sean still remembered the blood-stained corpses of a family of three that he had seen in his notebook. He could recite the death curse to his father without hesitation. How much effort would it take to kill a girl?

But why do I care so much about such a person?

If he had always been the ignorant, conceited, slender and gentle boy he had always pretended to be in front of Arris, it wouldn't be surprising that Sean liked him, but he wasn't.He is a dark, selfish, treacherous and vicious demon king. Sean is clearly aware of this, but why would he still blindly contradict Dumbledore for him, rush to the women's bathroom, and then sit here and flip through dozens of books. Old newspapers from years ago?

"I'm so crazy," Sean murmured.

"Sean? I don't know. I haven't seen him very much recently." Drake said while sitting on the sofa in the Slytherin hall, "Goyle, why did you suddenly ask Sean? Don't you like him very much?"

"Me? Do I have it?" Goyle asked a little stiffly.

"Yes, you always said that Sean and we are not the same kind of people," Draco didn't dwell on this issue, and looked at the textbook in his hand seriously.

"Well, Malfoy, ah no, it's Draco, we found a good place, are you interested?" Crabbe stammered.

"No," Draco said without looking up, "I won't lose to that Mudblood again this semester."

"But we can also have some after-school activities." Crabbe spared no effort to recommend.

"No, it was already very enjoyable to tease Scarhead last time, and now I want to laugh when I think of his embarrassing appearance."

Sean passing by smiled and glanced at Goyle and Crabbe, and went down the stairs without saying anything.

"Are you back?" Draco yelled at Sean, "The two of them said there is a good place, are you going?"

Sean turned his head, looked at Goyle and Crabbe meaningfully, and asked, "Where is it?"

Crabbe gritted his teeth and said, "The ladies' room."

"Are you serious?" Draco looked disgusted, "The women's room? Is this what you said was interesting?"

Sean lowered his eyes, "Okay, I'll go."

"No way." Draco sighed, "Then I'll go too."

"Think about it, I'll go up and change, and I'll find you in a while." Sean turned around and walked to his dormitory.