Hogwarts Study Panel.

"Ghosts are really strange."

There was a kind, fat monk, a headless Sir Nick, and even a professor…

Justin opened his assignment, which contained a rough outline.

"Oh, if only he wouldn't suddenly become confused."

Senior student Cedric said he had never had such a long freshman assignment before.

He tried to find Professor Binns, but never succeeded.

I suspect that even if he finds it, it might not change the professor's mind.

"A foot of homework, Merlin... that's still too difficult, Sheen, are you done?"

Justin closed his homework sheepishly, a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

"Um."

Sheen nodded, then took a piece of parchment from his bag.

And a notebook with a light blue cover.

The parchment contained the key points of the paper written by Michael and others, while the light blue-covered notebook contained Sheehan's summary and compilation of "A History of Magic".

He also has the same notebook, which he uses to organize his thoughts and inspirations.

"My God! Sheen, you really did it?!"

Just as Justin finished speaking, he covered his mouth.

"Although I really think this won't be difficult for you, I still find it a little hard to believe every time it happens..."

Are we really wizards of the same rank...?

His voice trailed off at the second half of his sentence, becoming almost inaudible.

"I only looked at a small part of the outline; I definitely won't plagiarize your work."

If I did such a thing, may I never be allowed to work in the kitchen again.

Justin suddenly gave a serious assurance, his grey-blue eyes conveying sincerity and a barely perceptible unease.

"Um."

Sheen placed the notes in Justin's hand and left the auditorium for the library.

Sheen completes some challenging tasks in the early morning when he is most energetic.

For example, you could thoroughly review "A History of Magic".

He combined books such as "A History of Modern Magic", "Important Magical Events of the Twentieth Century", and "A Directory of Famous Contemporary Magicians" to create a framework that is unique to him.

Sheehan believed that this would definitely help him achieve great success in the history of magic.

The library's oak tables are reddish-brown, and next to them are magic lanterns, crystal balls, and some flower arrangements.

Sheen was completely absorbed in the wonders of magical history; he had to admit, wizards were truly remarkable.

For example, this:

In the Middle Ages, Muggles were particularly afraid of magic, but they were not good at recognizing it.

They occasionally did catch male or female witches, but in those cases, burning them didn't have much effect.

When a male or female witch is burned, they cast a basic spell to freeze the flames.

While enjoying the gentle, tingling pleasure from the flames, they pretended to be in pain and screamed.

The fortune teller Wendell Lin had a great fondness for being burned, and had himself captured by people in various disguises.

The number of times reached as many as forty-seven.

This is very different from the horrific burning of wizards that Sheen had imagined.

It was also very different from the wizard that Sheen had imagined.

After completing his work on the Middle Ages, Sheen was forced to confront that problem once again:

Where is he going to find the ingredients for the potion?

Perhaps Professor Sprout has some unwanted materials?

Perhaps he could find a way to buy some from Hogsmeade Village? If only he could find the secret passage in the castle.

Perhaps he could ask Professor Sprout—could a young wizard use Hogwarts potion-making ingredients after class to brew potions and then secretly practice?

However, this method is extremely risky and must be approached with great caution.

However, there are always more solutions than problems. Sheen took out his notebook and was about to sort out his complicated thoughts.

But when he turned to the first page, he was stunned:

Emeric was a short-lived but extremely cruel dark wizard...

Sheen continued translating:

[After hearing the cry of the pheasant, Yurik became convinced that he was dead and had become a ghost...]

wrong!

Inside the auditorium.

Justin held the parchment, engrossed in its examination, his gaze focused, occasionally letting out a soft gasp:

"Oh, you can write like that? You're a genius..."

He opened the light blue notebook with a sense of enlightenment, and the contents made his hand hover in the air as he turned the pages.

[Searching for ingredients to brew magic potions]

"Sheen wants to practice potion brewing himself?"

This was his first thought.

"Is Sheen struggling because he doesn't have the materials?"

This was his second idea.

"Yes, I do."

This was his last thought.

He carefully put away the parchment and notebook, and before the herbalism class began, he ran quickly back to the Hufflepuff common room.

The place is surrounded by green vines, and there is always steaming hot milk, pumpkin juice, and all kinds of candies and pies on the table.

He followed a path lined with candlelight into the dormitory and opened his luxurious suitcase.

Next to the scattered letters and postcards are various kinds of jars and crystal bottles.

If you look closely, you'll find that all the potion ingredients a first-year wizard needs can be found in two sets here.

He recalled the conversation he had that day at the Slag & Giggs pharmacy:

Are you sure you want to pack everything in one package?

"Yes, thank you for your help, sir."

"Oh, my generous lady, I really don't want to deceive such a beautiful lady as you..."

In fact, these potion ingredients were not on Hogwarts' purchasing list.

Even so, do you still need it?

"That's why we'll pack two, sir."

Only now did Justin vaguely grasp his mother's foresight.

"Dear Finley, if everyone has something, you have to have it better;

If everyone else doesn't have something, you should have it even more.

Those small expenses are simply necessary investments.

As for the best investments, you always know, darling, it's sincerity and love.

"I think I understand..."

Justin stared for a long time at the fully packed suitcase, the ever-white and crisp collar of his shirt seemingly still warm from his mother's iron.

Hogwarts Library.

Sheen stepped out of the archway and waited for the stairs to turn around.

He wasn't going to go to Justin to get his notebook back, because the second herbalism class in the morning was about to begin.

Besides, there wasn't anything confidential in the notebook, except for some notes on herb processing methods and my plans to find potion ingredients.

After class, you can exchange your truly useful notes with Justin.

At the same time, retrieve the notebook.

eight o'clock,

The soft sunlight danced on the armor.

The scent of fresh grass from the greenhouse still lingers in the outer corridor.

Sheen pushed open the oak door,

A few young wizards have already arrived at the greenhouse.

Sheen saw Professor Sprout put down his hoe and nod at him with a smile.

"Over here! Sheen!"

Michael grabbed Sheehan's arm.

Pull him over to Anthony and Terry.

"Why do I feel like the professor is looking at you?"

Michael stretched out his neck and said.