"Are you alright?"
Michael carefully helped Sean up.
The Young Wizard was still breathing heavily.
"I'm fine."
After a few minutes of recovery, Sean also came back to his senses.
He had still overestimated his body, which was just recovering from a serious illness.
He decided to walk slower next time and prioritized learning to fly, making it the top priority after getting the scholarship.
"Alright."
Michael's eyes drooped, his gaze flickering.
Once in the dormitory, Sean's tasks became much simpler.
He only needed to face the straightforward History of Magic, Transfiguration Class, Potion Class, Charms Class, and Defense Against the Dark Arts Class assignments.
Originally, these were assignments due within a week, but Sean obviously wasn't going to drag them out that long.
He finished the Defense Against the Dark Arts Class essay in just half an hour.
The Charms Class essay didn't even last twenty minutes in his hands.
The only one that required attention was the one-foot History of Magic essay.
Although it was long, Sean had essentially finished it last time, with only the conclusion remaining.
"You're kidding me..."
Michael, who had witnessed the entire process, was somewhat dazed.
"You just... like that... finished three assignments?"
"Including that terrifyingly long History of Magic essay?"
Sean turned his head, his long eyelashes trembling slightly.
"Don't look at me with that 'This is normal, can't you do it?' expression!"
Michael slammed his book shut.
"I guarantee you, at this moment, no one has finished these assignments!"
As he spoke, he quickly walked out of the dormitory, and when he returned, two Wizards—Terry and Anthony—were following him.
"Sorry to bother you."
Anthony greeted politely.
"Michael said there's Merlin..."
Terry spoke shyly,
He was quickly silenced by the long black-haired Young Wizard covering his mouth.
"Sean, look, everyone hasn't finished."
Michael proudly held up two pieces of parchment, with nearly three inches of writing on them, but still far from a foot in length.
"So, please teach us!"
Sean was a bit confused; although it was indeed a lot, it shouldn't be that difficult... Looking at the three pairs of eager eyes, Sean nodded and picked up his own parchment.
"In fact,"
Sean pointed to his writing,
"Completing a history essay is very simple. Professor Binns' topic is Emeric the Evil and Uric the Oddball.
The first step is to draw a timeline and find the era these two Wizards lived in..."
Sean picked up his drawn timeline and handed it to the three who dared not be distracted for a moment.
"Next, we can find out about their living background; the content in 'History of Magic' is already detailed enough; then comes the second step: combining the background to analyze the actions of these two Wizards. Hmm, there's a good saying in the book, 'It's rogue to judge characters out of context';
"Then the third step: re-evaluate their actions and propose your own arguments;
"Immediately after is the fourth step: compare the two with other characters and events in historical data, combining historical theory. This is the core of a historical essay;
"Finally, you can write a summary, or the value of your own argument, and it wouldn't be wrong to add some deeper outlooks if there are any."
Sean seemed to recall something; he opened a notebook that was already half-filled:
"Because the timeline in 'History of Magic' is chaotic, I have organized it by combining the timeline with several books such as 'Famous Wizards' and 'Peculiar Magical Failures and Their Revelations.' You can directly use my notes."
After he finished speaking, he watched the eyes of the three Young Wizards go from dazed to increasingly bright.
Finally, Michael reverently took the notebook and murmured:
"Sean, you are the angel Merlin sent to save us... This is my bible... My parchment, where is my parchment?
"I'm going to fight it for another three hundred rounds!"
Terry and Anthony also burst into unimaginable enthusiasm.
The three flipped through the notebook,
The dormitory was suddenly filled only with the "rustling" of quills and the "crackling" of the fire in the fireplace.
Anthony's solemn thanks still lingered in Sean's ears.
He nodded and then effortlessly completed the Transfiguration Class essay.
In fact, that theory could be extended to all assignments.
Sean didn't pay attention to the two extra people in the room.
He left the Potion Class assignment aside and wrote down the second step of his plan in his portable notebook:
"[Finding ingredients for brewing Potions]"
He had already initially mastered the methods of material processing; as long as he had the materials, the preliminary work for brewing Potions would be done.
But where would the materials come from?
The enrollment list didn't require buying materials; Young Wizards used Potion ingredients provided by Hogwarts.
So, could they be used after class?
Sean thought,
It should be possible to use them, but the probability of Professor Snape agreeing was infinitely close to zero.
Sean inexplicably thought of Professor Snape's face, full of refusal.
He sighed softly.
If there was anything more terrifying than lacking talent, it was lacking talent and also encountering Professor Snape.
What should he do?
The problem revolved in Sean's mind.
Dusk also enveloped Hogwarts.
Blue and bronze silk drapes hung from the vaulted ceiling, dyed an almost nocturnal inky blue by the thin moonlight filtering through the windows.
The air was filled with the slightly acrid scent of old book pages, the soft smell of parchment, and a crisp coolness like air after rain.
Sean's gaze fell outside the huge arched window.
His emerald eyes were like a layer of mist common in Scottish autumn and winter, reflecting the flickering glow from the fireplace.
"There's always a way."
Sean told himself,
"This is the magical Hogwarts."
The long night passed, and the Castle awoke again.
The stone statues in the corridor caught the first warm orange light,
And also made the Young Wizard holding a book raise his hand to shield his eyes.
Wednesday.
Ravenclaw had no class first thing in the morning, so the first-years were still deep in dreams.
Sean, however, had woken up early.
At this time, it used to be breakfast time at the orphanage, and if you missed it, you wouldn't get a second chance.
Thus, Sean had developed the good habit of going to bed early and waking up early.
He walked into the Great Hall and began to devour pumpkin soup, chicken and ham pies, and Cribbitch's Wizard crackers.
Beside him, Justin, who was gently smiling, consistently reappeared.
"Good morning, Sean."
"Good morning."
Sean nodded, then saw Justin take out a thick 'Directory of Contemporary Famous Wizards' and flip through it.
"Hogwarts is truly amazing. If Professor Binns hadn't assigned that one-foot essay,
"I think I would have had more time to explore the Castle and the kitchen next to the common room..."
When talking about the assignment, Justin frowned slightly, and his usually sunny face showed a hint of gloom.
"Hmm."
Sean heard the word "kitchen," and his large emerald eyes brightened.
That damned Sorting Hat, I also want to be a Hufflepuff with unlimited snacks... he thought.
Immediately, he noticed something strange.
"Professor Binns also assigned a one-foot essay to Hufflepuff?"
"Also?"
Justin looked up in surprise,
"Could it be..."