Sean could understand Snape's actions.
After all, Snape was an undercover agent among Voldemort's followers, carrying an immense burden in his heart.
On one hand, he hoped to cultivate Sean into a powerful wizard who could one day become Dumbledore's ally.
On the other hand, he feared raising a tiger that might one day turn on its master.
Fortunately, Snape still had his own moral line. Sean's words had temporarily persuaded him to abandon his more extreme approach.
"That was close… I nearly lost everything."
Sean felt a lingering sense of fear.
If he hadn't acted cleverly and bluffed his way through, Snape might really have used Legilimency on him. The consequences would have been unimaginable—perhaps even affecting the storyline that originally belonged to Harry.
After returning to the dormitory, Sean lay on his bed thinking for a long time.
By showing his abilities so openly, he had attracted the professors' attention and gained certain special opportunities. But today's incident had also happened precisely because his talent stood out too much.
"Hopefully Snape won't test me like that again," Sean thought tiredly.
After dinner ended at six o'clock, Sean finally began absorbing the magic from the Wizard's Heart.
After an entire summer of practice, he could now successfully cast the Purification Charm.
He placed the Wizard's Heart on the table.
Without activating the Magic vision, the Wizard's Heart looked like an ordinary crystal ball. But touching it would cause sharp pain from the violent magic contained within.
At the tip of Sean's wand, thirty-two magical frameworks formed in precise order. Once the spell structure was completed, a beam of white light shot from the wand into the Wizard's Heart.
At that moment, Sean extended his left hand and touched the crystal.
In the next second, a vast surge of magical power poured into him.
The violent elements had already been purified. The magic flowed calmly into Sean's left hand and was absorbed into his body.
Meanwhile, the Magic vision remained active.
The magic originally contained traces of resentment that could influence the mind of the absorber. But under the filtering power of the Magic vision, those resentful fragments were automatically removed.
Sean cast spells with his right hand while absorbing magic with his left.
Both processes worked together seamlessly.
The process went remarkably smoothly, though the absorption speed was somewhat slow. Perhaps it was because Sean's own magical capacity—the "container"—was still relatively small.
If someone like Dumbledore were absorbing this magic, the speed would certainly be far greater.
Two hours later, Sean felt the magic within his body become completely full—like a cup filled to the brim. Absorbing any more would cause it to overflow.
Exhausted, Sean slumped into the chair.
"My magical power increased by about one-tenth," he murmured. "I probably won't be able to absorb more for a while. I need time to digest and adapt to this new level of magic."
Sean didn't know exactly how much magic he had drawn from the Wizard's Heart.
But gaining one-tenth of his magical power in just two hours was astonishing.
Through normal training, it would take him an entire year to achieve that much growth.
"It feels like I've eaten too much," Sean muttered.
He felt both blissful and utterly drained.
If Merlin himself knew how smoothly Sean had absorbed the magic, he might even hand over his title as a legendary wizard.
Ever since confirming at Malfoy Manor that the Magic vision could protect his mind, Sean had suspected it might also defend against the resentful energy contained within the Wizard's Heart.
Now the result had proven it.
The Magic vision truly possessed that function.
During those two hours of absorption, Sean had experienced no mental interference at all. The only reason he stopped was simply because he had reached his capacity.
Back then, Merlin had absorbed the Wizard's Heart only in several intermittent sessions. Each time he felt his mind approaching the limits of what it could endure from the resentment within the magic, he stopped.
In the end, Merlin had absorbed only one-tenth of the Wizard's Heart's magic.
This time, Sean had probably absorbed only about two percent of the remaining nine-tenths.
For now, this magical treasure was still practically inexhaustible.
Even if Sean eventually absorbed a portion of the remaining magic, it didn't mean he would reach Merlin's legendary level.
The magical power within the Wizard's Heart was fixed—but a wizard's achievements depended on the individual.
And when Merlin had first absorbed it, his own magical reserves had already been immense—far beyond Sean's current level.
After tonight, Sean's magical power had already surpassed ninety percent of sixth-year students.
He was now roughly on par with Theo.
Before the team battle of the Four-School Friendship Tournament arrived, Sean was confident he would surpass Charlie entirely.
In terms of both magical power and spellcasting ability, he would become the strongest member of the Hogwarts team.
At nine o'clock the next morning, the six team representatives arrived early at the Quidditch pitch.
Charlie and Sean stood together discussing how they might coordinate their attacks against Snape during training.
"Sean, I didn't get to see your two-handed spellcasting yesterday," Charlie said with a grin. "Since we're paired today, you've got to let me see it."
"You'll probably just see me embarrassing myself," Sean said with a shrug.
Yesterday he had already been knocked flat on his face by Snape. Who knew what Snape would do to him today?
After a while, the professors arrived.
And each of them was holding a broomstick.
The students' expressions instantly turned grim.
Zacharias Abbott groaned miserably.
"Oh no. If the professors are riding broomsticks, they'll be chasing me down."
Yesterday Zacharias and Percy had been paired together. They flew around on their broomsticks looking for an opening to attack Professor Sprout.
Every single spell had been blocked by Shield Charms.
Then Professor Sprout switched to offense and knocked Zacharias off his broom in less than two minutes.
"This will be tough today," Sean said. "If Professor Snape is flying, it'll be almost impossible for me to hit him. Charlie, I might drag you down."
Charlie patted his broad chest and flashed a bright smile.
"It's fine. I'm a great flyer."
Even though Sean's magical power had increased compared to yesterday, Snape would now have far greater mobility in the air.
Unlike yesterday, when he had stood still like a sparring partner, today he would be far harder to hit.
The day's training went terribly for the students.
The professors completely changed their approach from the previous day. They deliberately chased the students through the air, yet didn't immediately disarm them.
Around three in the afternoon, the training finally ended.
The students returned to their dormitories in miserable condition.
Only Sean was kept behind by Snape.
Snape looked at Sean, who was still holding his wand, and said disdainfully,
"The Flying Spell is wandless magic. Put your wand away."
"This advanced spell is extremely difficult. Combined with the fact that it must be performed without a wand, even with your talent, learning it before entering the Valley Forest is nearly impossible."
The schedule of the Four-School Friendship Tournament was spread across the school year.
The first event would be held at the end of October.
The second in mid-December.
The third at the end of February the following semester.
And the fourth in early June.
According to Snape, even with Sean's once-in-a-century talent, mastering the Flying Spell within nine months would still be extremely challenging.
When Voldemort had first taught the spell to Snape, it had taken him two full years to master it.
"I'll try my best, Professor," Sean said.
He didn't dare make bold claims. Only after beginning to learn the spell would he know how long it might take.
Snape raised both hands, palms facing each other.
Through the Magic vision, Sean saw both of Snape's hands constructing magical frameworks simultaneously.
Gradually, the frameworks from each hand began merging together.
Only then did Sean finally understand why Snape had decided to teach him the Flying Spell after seeing him cast with both hands.
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