The difficulty of the Flying Spell was extraordinary.
Wandless casting was only the first requirement. On top of that, it required wandless spellcasting with both hands simultaneously. The magical frameworks were extremely complex. When the frameworks from both hands were combined, they formed twenty-eight components—the same number as the Killing Curse.
Last Christmas, Sean had secretly learned the Killing Curse from Yovich and mastered it in less than six months.
But the Flying Spell required wandless, two-handed casting. The difficulty increased dramatically. At this rate, it might really take him one or two years to master.
Sean focused intently on Snape's spellcasting process.
Three seconds later, the magical framework was complete.
Snape's long robes suddenly billowed loudly in the wind. The next moment, he rose into the air like a giant bat.
Snape circled overhead twice before landing smoothly again.
Sean looked at him with exaggerated excitement.
"Professor, this is much more convenient than a broomstick."
"If you lose control, you'll fall much harder as well," Snape said coldly.
No one at Hogwarts could pour cold water on enthusiasm quite like Snape.
"Once you're in the air, it must be controlled by mental focus," Sean thought.
Snape pulled three sheets of paper from his robes. They were filled with notes, diagrams of magical frameworks, and dense calculation formulas.
"Take these back with you," Snape said expressionlessly. "If you don't understand something, come to my office."
Sean accepted the papers and glanced at them.
They contained formulas for calculating the magical framework of the Flying Spell.
But Sean didn't really need them. He had already memorized the framework.
Other students had to learn spells by calculating frameworks through formulas. In terms of efficiency, that method was far slower than Sean's.
The more complex a magical framework was, the more magic it consumed.
The Flying Spell also required continuous magical output.
Fortunately, Sean now had the Wizard's Heart. Otherwise, with his current magical reserves, he probably wouldn't be able to stay in the air for more than a few minutes.
Sean tucked the papers into his pocket.
Instead of returning to the dormitory, he headed toward Hagrid's hut.
Earlier that morning at breakfast in the Great Hall, Sean had noticed Hagrid in an unusually good mood. He had been grinning from ear to ear.
After chatting for a bit, Hagrid had stammered and laughed awkwardly. Eventually, Sean managed to get the truth out of him.
Hagrid had acquired a new pet during the summer holidays.
According to Hagrid, it was an adorable little baby.
Sean, of course, didn't believe a word of it. Hagrid's definition of "cute" was very different from that of ordinary people.
"Hagrid, it's not a dog, is it?" Sean had asked at the time.
Hagrid's smile immediately froze.
"How did you know?"
Then he realized he had accidentally revealed too much. He quickly covered his mouth and stepped away from Sean.
But Sean had already confirmed his suspicion.
Now, standing outside Hagrid's hut, Sean muttered to himself,
"The only person who could call a vicious three-headed dog a cute baby is Hagrid."
The three-headed dog, Fluffy, had likely been brought to Hogwarts around this time.
Next year it would guard the first challenge protecting the Philosopher's Stone.
But Sean had his eyes on Fluffy for another reason.
He wanted its blood.
The magical concentration in the blood of a three-headed dog should be strong enough to qualify for absorption by the Magic vision.
If that worked, Sean would be able to summon a second magical creature.
Sean knocked on the door.
A moment later, Hagrid opened it. He was wearing an apron and stood in the doorway, blocking the entrance without inviting Sean inside.
"Sean, finished training?" Hagrid asked.
"Just finished," Sean replied. "I didn't have anything else to do, so I thought I'd come see your new pet."
Sean spoke directly while glancing into the hut.
Unfortunately, Hagrid's enormous body blocked his entire view.
"There's no new pet," Hagrid said awkwardly.
Sean deliberately raised his voice and pretended to look past him.
"Oh, is that Fang? Looks like he's grown a lot over the summer."
Hagrid immediately replied,
"His name's Fluffy, not Fang."
Sean grinned.
"So your new pet is called Fluffy, Hagrid. He looks pretty fierce."
Only then did Hagrid realize he had spoken too quickly again.
He shook his head helplessly and stepped aside, allowing Sean inside.
The moment Sean entered, he saw the three-headed dog.
Fluffy's current size was roughly the same as Fang's. It was hard to imagine how, within a year, it would grow to more than two meters tall. A fully grown three-headed dog could even fight a dragon.
"A three-headed dog? Hagrid, where did you get it?" Sean asked, pretending to be shocked.
"I bought him from a Greek fellow during the summer," Hagrid said fondly. "He wasn't nearly this big back then."
Hagrid took three large chunks of beef from the table and tossed them toward Fluffy's three heads.
"Eat up. Grow big and strong."
Fluffy's three mouths tore into the meat greedily.
Only Hagrid could find such a scene adorable.
"Ugh…" Sean shivered, goosebumps rising across his skin.
"Where's Fang?" Sean asked.
Compared to Fluffy, Sean preferred the clumsy and lovable Fang. At least Fang fit a normal person's idea of a pet.
Hagrid glanced toward the pasture.
"I built him a little kennel out there. He's helping watch over the deer herd."
"Poor Fang," Sean muttered sympathetically.
Fluffy devoured its meat with massive jaws, looking extremely dangerous.
Trying to take some of its blood now would be suicidal.
Sean might end up as its dinner before he ever got the chance.
Fortunately, Sean knew the easiest way to deal with a three-headed dog.
Music.
Play some music, and it would quickly fall asleep like a harmless puppy.
The problem was getting Hagrid away from Fluffy long enough to be alone with it.
Judging from the way Hagrid doted on the creature, he probably didn't want to leave it even for a moment.
"Hagrid, I haven't seen Buckbeak in a while," Sean suggested. "Why don't we go check on him?"
Hagrid shook his head.
"Buckbeak knows you. You can go see him yourself. I'm sure he'll be happy to see an old friend."
Clearly, Hagrid had a new favorite.
For the time being, Fluffy had replaced Buckbeak as his beloved pet.
"Alright then," Sean said.
He wasn't in a hurry.
Getting Fluffy's blood wouldn't be difficult. He just needed to find a moment when Hagrid wasn't around.
A music box would do the trick.
Five days passed quickly during the training camp.
On that day, the professors arranged a sparring match between Sean and Charlie against Theo and Zacharias.
The location was moved to the woods beside the Black Lake.
"Even though we're from the same school, I won't hold back," Theo said to Sean.
"Neither will I," Sean replied.
Theo's team consisted of a sixth-year and a fifth-year.
Sean's side had a seventh-year and a "second-year."
At first glance, Theo's team seemed more likely to win.
But in reality, the professors all favored Sean and Charlie.
Even the other team members thought so.
"I've seen Sean's two-handed spellcasting myself," Penelope said confidently. "Zacharias won't be able to handle him."
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