I Just Become The Richest Man: Received an Admission Letter from Hogwarts

Sean rolled his eyes and had an idea in his heart. At noon, Sean was bored deciphering the pages.

The rune in the pages was so profound that Sean seemed to be back in his student days, reading classical Chinese and poems.

The most important thing is that at first glance, Sean can understand the general meaning, just like a certain poem.

But it is not so easy to carefully split the meaning of each word.

Sean can only guess, and then look at it as a whole, make adjustments, and look again.

At noon, Sean hadn't deciphered a word.

In the afternoon, a ghost professor taught Sean and the others the history of magic.

Seriously, Sean has to admire this professor, he has to serve Hogwarts when he is alive, and he has to continue to work when he is dead.

The point is that he still has a salary while he's alive, and when he's dead... it's useless to ask for Jin Galleon.

This is a model for working people!

The vanguard of the professors!

However, the history of magic is really stinky and long, similar to runes, and Sean yawns again and again.

After finally making it to the end of get out of class, Sean decided to go outside to relax.

Sitting in the Hogwarts Gardens and chatting with Hermione.

In the distance, several Gryffindor lion cubs were playing.

Suddenly, a little lion accidentally knocked over the flower pot next to it.

"Stop it! You damn wizards! Why are you venting your endless energy in the castle!"

Filch came over cursingly:

"Go away!"

The little lions were so frightened that they turned pale and backed away one after another.

"Hey! You can't do that to first-year students."

Hermione said, frowned and walked over, blocking a few Gryffindors behind her.

Filch's face twitched, staring faintly at Hermione out of the corner of his eyes, mumbling something.

"What are you talking about? I'm talking to you, you should apologize to them!"

Filch stopped, and his hands gradually burst into blue veins:

"I say....."

"I said why you filthy mudblood dared to talk to me like that? You should go back to your muggle world and live like a troll for the rest of your life..."

Filch was about to say something when he saw a green wand pressed against his neck.

"go on."

Sean's eyes flashed coldly, and he sneered.

In an instant, countless students watching the play gathered around.

"You dare not touch me, Mr. Sebastian."

Filch showed an ugly smile at the corner of his mouth, revealing his big yellow teeth.

"Never vomited."

After Sean said lightly, he ducked to the side.

"vomit!"

The next moment, Filch spurted out a mouthful of sour water.

Then, without waiting for Filch to inhale, his stomach was drawn out again, forcibly squeezing Filch's lungs and exhaling more gas.

"vomit!"

In an instant, Filch's face turned liver-colored and fell directly into his own vomit.

Still before Filch could breathe, his stomach twisted again.

"vomit!"

Filch couldn't breathe and could only reach out, throwing up and trying to grab the little wizard next to him to help him.

"vomit!"

The surrounding little wizards retreated in disgust, and Filch's eyes were bulging out at this time, and he didn't even have the strength to crawl.

"Ho..."

Filch, whose lungs had no air at all, had another stomach cramp, and this time, he couldn't spit it out.

Sean looked at this scene coldly.

And Hermione pulled Sean:

"Sean, untie him, you will be fired!"

Sean sneered:

"A Squib, if he dies, he will die. He has insulted the little wizard more than once or twice."

Seeing that she could not be persuaded, Hermione immediately took out her wand:

"Stop the curse!"

The magic beam hit Filch, which seemed to arouse Filch's desire to survive, causing him to struggle violently.

"vomit!"

Another mouthful, this time, Filch spit out a mouthful of blood, and a lot of white sticky foam.

"stop!"

Suddenly, a coquettish shout came.

The next moment, a girl who was not tall but had very rich capital rushed out of the crowd and took out her wand and pointed it at Filch:

"All curses end!"

"Ho-"

Filch suddenly felt like he could breathe, like someone rescued from drowning, took a deep breath, then lay down in his vomit and cried.

Sean was a little surprised, after all, he knew very well that his spells could not be terminated by ordinary spells.

"The curse is over, and she's really from the Ministry of Magic."

Hermione next to her suddenly muttered to herself.

"What? You know this spell?"

Sean turned his head suspiciously, completely ignoring Filch, who had just escaped and was being treated by Willow.

"All spells are unique to the Ministry of Magic. I heard that this spell can stop all spells. Of course, it's just heard."

"But it's definitely a lot more advanced than Cursing Standing."

At this moment, Filch appeared to be out of danger.

Willow got up and turned to look at Sean:

"Mr. Sebastian, I will report this matter to Professor Dumbledore."

Sean shrugged:

"I suggest you tell Dumbledore about Filch's insults to the students again, and even about the Mudbloods."

Willow's pupils shrank, and at a glance, she saw Hermione with red eyes beside Sean.

As an Auror, she can't even guess the cause and effect.

"I know, the classmates are gone."

After that, Willow helped Filch to walk towards the school hospital.

Hermione wiped her tears:

"I want to wash my face and find you in the training room later."

With that, Hermione turned and walked away.

Sean didn't catch up either, and Hermione needed to be alone at this time.

Malfoy came from a distance with a group of people. At first glance, there were twenty or thirty, all of them were little Slytherin wizards:

"Boss, we're going to the training room, are you coming?"

Sean shook his head:

"I still have something to do, you go first."

With that said, Sean took out the scrap page and sat in the garden to read it.

When Sean came back to his senses, he found that the sky was completely dark, and there were no traces of any wizards around.

Even the most mischievous Gryffindor returned to the bedroom.

Sean got up and stretched:

"Get to work!"

After all, Sean walked quickly towards the castle.

Not long after, Sean appeared at the door of Snape's potion storage room.

"Hurry up and show up."

Sean took out his wand and tapped it against the potion storage door.

Suddenly, more than thirty defensive spells appeared in front of Sean.

"Good guy, Snape was bitten by a snake once, and he's been afraid of the rope for ten years! So guard against me!"

Sean must have come here to steal potions.

The potion on the residual page has been deciphered almost, the main medicine Sean has it, and some auxiliary medicines Sean are missing.

If you order from Diagon Alley, it will take at least two days to arrive.

But don't underestimate this speed, this is the magic world.

In the Muggle world, it would take at least a week to order something.

But just two days is too long for Sean. According to the plan, Sean will prepare the potion tonight.

So Snape would inevitably suffer some grievances.

Sean sneered and opened the door of the potion storage room with ease. After walking in, he took a dozen herbs,

After confirming that nothing was missed, Sean closed the door, restored the spell on the door, and walked towards the Slytherin dormitory.

The castle was empty, and Sean couldn't help but feel hairy when he walked inside.

After all, there are still basilisks in the castle. That thing is more terrifying than Medusa. If you look at it, you will die without saying anything. If you don't look at it, you will be eaten by it.

So Sean had to be careful, after all, he was also a half-blood wizard.

Say Cao Cao Cao Cao is here!

Sean walked around a corner and froze in place.

Not far above Sean's head, a cat with its belly torn open and half of its body torn to pieces hangs in the air.

The blood was still ticking to the ground, forming a pool of blood.

On the wall next to it, a line of words was written in cat blood.

"The secret room has been opened, the enemies of the successor, be careful."

Looking at this line of words, Sean fell into contemplation.

In fact, when watching the movie, Sean thought that Mrs. Loris didn't die, but was petrified.

Where did the blood on the wall come from?

Could it be that Ginny cut herself 497 and wrote it with her own blood?

What was unreasonable in the original book suddenly becomes reasonable now.

Because Mrs. Rollis is indeed dead, and the blood on the wall is indeed cat blood.

"Sean? Why are you here? You..."

Harry ran over with Ron and Hermione in a hurry.

Halfway through, Hermione saw the body of Mrs. Norris floating above Sean's head.

"You...you killed Mrs Norris? How could you?"

Ron asked in horror.

"Then you should probably go back and ask your sister."

Sean glanced at Ron and said casually.

However, the next moment, the sound of the system became extremely harsh:

【warn! warn! The host is suspected of revealing the plot, warn once, and will take an electric shock next time! 】

"My sister?"

Ron asked suspiciously.

Sean quickly waved his hand:

"It's okay, I'm talking nonsense. I didn't do it. I just happened to be passing by, but let's go quickly, otherwise it will be a little troublesome."

"you!"

Suddenly, a trembling, icy voice came from a distance.

Sean rolled his eyes and turned to see that it was Filch.

"You killed Mrs Norris! You! I will kill you, I will kill you!"

Filch's eyes were red, and he took out a sharp knife from his arms and rushed towards Sean.

"Sean be careful!"

Hermione exclaimed and turned to get her wand.

At this time, Sean had his wand in his hand and was about to cast a spell.

"Except your weapons!"

Suddenly, a calm and vicissitudes of voice came.

Following the voice, Dumbledore walked over with Professor McGonagall and Snape.

Snape kicked the sharp knife on the ground into the distance, then stretched out his hand and pulled Filch's collar, pulling it to Professor Dumbledore's side.

"Can any of you...explain what's going on here?"