Superman is my primary school classmate

Sean had his own room at night, and Slughorn put a curse on the door, not at all worried that Sean would escape while they slept at night.

Slughorn left in a hurry because of Hogwarts' curfew, and Sean stood at the window watching his expression disappear in the snow.

Sitting paralyzed on the ground, even though the hands and feet were not bound, they were still imprisoned here.

Sean thought helplessly that his trip was really unlucky enough. After working as a small worker for several months, he was now being caught as a guinea pig.

Suddenly Sean grabbed his head, and he found to his annoyance that he had forgotten one important thing——Clark.

Over the past few months, getting along with Clark day and night did not make him recall the past. On the contrary, Sean found that Clark's character had become extremely weird.

Clark still treats people with a smile most of the time. It can be said that now Clark can communicate with people with a smile. He understands that his face will bring him more convenience. Mrs. Rosmerta can’t escape it. The doubling of salary made Hoffman, who had worked for many years, very dissatisfied.

Sometimes when they came to the bar to help, many witches were overwhelmed by Clark's charming smile and were willing to pay a tip far higher than the original price.

Clarke's ease with these matters makes him seem like a different person in a trance.

Sean once asked Clark in a timely manner, and Clark's smile began to turn cold in front of him. He looked at him without saying a word, and the blue eyes that he thought were bright and moving were only cold.

It made him look more like a lion with a bloodthirsty aura hidden on the eve of hunting.

How he changed the subject at that time, Sean couldn't remember clearly, the only thing he remembered was that Clark was still taking good care of him in work and life as if nothing had happened.

Sean was a little worried, guessing that the Hogsmeade incident that Slughorn mentioned during dinner was not done by Clark, right?

The time when Slughorn entered the bar to meet Alexander was around the same time as Sean got off work. At this time on weekdays, Clark would stay in the kitchen and wait for the last stove to go out before finishing all his work and going to the hall Come find Sean and go back to bed with him.

In fact, Clark really did.

Just after Sean was brought into the carriage by Slughorn, Clark just pushed open the door, but the only person in the room was Hoffman, who was sleeping soundly with his neck tilted at the bar.

He glanced around and pushed Hoffman, "Where's Sean? Have you seen him?"

Hoffman squeezed his face, his poor sleeping position made his neck a little stiff, wiped away the saliva, and there was a creaking sound deep in his bones, and said indifferently, "Maybe go to Thomas."

Clark frowned in displeasure.

Thomas is an apprentice in the clothing store opposite. He is two years younger than Sean. He has just returned from studying in France. He always wears a vest, suits and leather shoes.

I met Sean when I came to the Three Broomsticks for dinner. Since then, I have been entangled with Sean. Every time I want Sean to be his model, I want to customize a suit for Sean, and let Sean I also brought myself, Thomas said that he had a piece of fabric that was of very good material, and if there was an extra piece of cloth, he could also make clothes for Clark, but Clark didn't want to talk to Thomas.

Clark didn't like this guy very much, so he could only suppress his dissatisfaction and walked across the street and knocked on the clothing store that was about to close.

It was Thomas who opened the door, with a measuring stick around his neck, his eyes lit up when he saw Clark, he smiled, and the measuring stick circled his arm, "Clark, are you here to find me? "

Unexpectedly, as soon as he said it, Clark's face changed suddenly. Thomas thought that his question made him unhappy, and he looked timid, as if he was a little scared.

The moment Thomas opened the door, Clark realized that Sean wasn't here at all, and he realized that he couldn't hear Sean's voice.

Breathing, heartbeat, pulse, all disappeared in the night, as if suddenly, the world evaporated.

Realizing that something was wrong, Clark turned around and strode towards the bar. Behind him, Thomas' face was like a peach blossom, staring at Clark's back in a daze.

Clark turned a corner on the way to the Three Brooms, and walked towards the stables. Most of the horse feed in the trough was missing, and there were still traces of horses' hooves kicking away on the ground.

Rushing into the street, there is only darkness in front and behind, dots of lights, and the sound of rustling snowflakes falling on the leaves, roof, and ground in the quiet night.

Clark closed his eyes and integrated himself into everything. Suddenly, the original world became noisy. He could hear Thomas swallowing and Hoffman cursing in the room.

Women's teasing, men's high-spirited speeches, children's cries, the friction of snakes crawling on the ground, and the tiny sounds of ants marching underground can all be heard.

"No." Clark slowly opened his eyes, "Why..."

Why he couldn't hear, Clark wondered.

He could hear the horns of cars hundreds of kilometers away, but he still couldn't find any sign of Sean.

Clark's face was a little pale. He was very confident in his abilities. There was almost no sound in this world that he couldn't hear.

The only explanation was that Sean was dead. Thinking of this, Clark staggered back.

In this snowy night, there was a person supporting the wall with one hand. There seemed to be some invisible weight on his shoulders, which was unbearable, and he slowly bent his straight back.

In an instant, two red laser beams appeared above Hogsmeade, and in the blink of an eye, a raging flame that reached the sky appeared in the human world.

And Sean, who was hidden by the Confusion Curse, was still comforting himself. Although Clark's temperament changed drastically, he would not do this. Sean, who was thinking wildly before going to bed, fell asleep unconsciously, and let him sleep on the soft bed. I feel very solid.

In the early morning, Xiao En was awakened by the white light reflected by the heavy snow through the curtains. The snow outside the window had gradually become smaller. He opened the curtains abruptly, and he seemed to be able to breathe the crisp air-conditioning just looking outside.

There was a dark figure, indistinct, walking in the snow, heading in the direction of this hut.

The man was wearing a cloak, and he glanced at Sean's position, "Dong dong dong", the iron ring on the wooden door rang.

This man was exactly who Slughorn said he was.

Alexander respected this person very much. At present, he seemed to be the hope of saving his son, even if he made him grovel.

"Tom," he introduced himself, "don't call me sir, just call me Tom."

Alexander hesitated for a moment, but still agreed, "Tom."

Tom looked very young, and if Slughorn hadn't strongly recommended it, he would have looked like a fresh graduate.

But like his name, Tom's appearance is really ordinary, it can be said to be a public face, not at all conspicuous, just the appearance of the most ordinary British people.

Throw it into the crowd, and immediately disappear into oblivion.

But Tom's potion ability, even Alexander thought it was really powerful.

It took him less than an hour to brew a spiritual energy potion for Alexander. After Alexander drank it, he swept away the fatigue accumulated in the past few days. The body can be used as a tonic, and Alexander kept most of it.

After the boy drank it, his gray face also became shiny, and he looked a little angry.

The reason Tom and Sean met was because Tom needed an assistant who could take care of the crucible all the time. As the only healthy person in the house who had nothing to do, Sean was naturally recruited by Tom.

For now, Sean is already holding the stirring stick in his hand ten times clockwise and two times counterclockwise as Tom said, stirring non-stop.

"Ugh--"

Xiao En let out a sigh of relief, it's unimaginable that he is now personally pushing himself onto the execution platform, God, why don't you play a joke on him like this, when the potion is ready, he will be the first person to drink the potion to test the medicinal properties ah!

But on second thought, right is a virtue, Sean told himself.

This is the world of my own abilities, I can't hurt myself, but the boy, who looks like he's about to burp at any time, looks like he's one step away from the coffin, and now he should treat it as an outpouring of kindness.

Sean numbs himself, and continues to stir with a face of resignation.

The potion turned from milky white to purple, exuding a suffocating smell, like a rag left in a pool for ten and a half months without a clear musty smell, Sean is most familiar with it, He's been smelling it for months.

After Tom finished processing the medicinal materials, he poured all the medicinal materials on the cutting board into the pot. In less than a second, the nauseating smell disappeared and was replaced by a fresh and grassy scent.

Tom put the rest of the medicinal materials in the cabinet for safekeeping, and let him rest on the bookshelf, looking at Sean, "I heard from the teacher that you are a squib."

The teacher Tom was talking about should be Slughorn. Sean didn't understand why he asked himself this matter, so he just nodded his head as a way to pass the time, "...yes."

Sean asked, "What's wrong?"

Tom smiled, "Nothing, just curiosity."

He seemed to have discovered something miraculous. Sean's figure was clearly reflected in his dark brown eyes. The corners of his mouth curved deeper and deeper. The smile made Sean feel creepy, and he concluded:

"You are not a wizard."