Hogwarts: The Witch Education Handbook

really.

He should have expected the Weasley brothers to give him some trouble.

However, Sean highly approved of their actions.

Admittedly, within the bounds of the rules, pursuing wealth through personal talent and relentless effort is by no means shameful.

On the contrary, those who work hard and use their wisdom to achieve their goals deserve respect and praise for their efforts and hard work.

Sean knew perfectly well what the Weasley brothers' goal was—they wanted to open a joke shop, and so far, their idea was just a nascent one... or rather, just a simple idea.

Because they lacked both start-up capital and a qualified product, the goal of opening a joke shop seemed unattainable for them.

However, for the two individuals, the former is far more difficult to achieve than the latter.

They have countless unique ideas and creative concepts waiting to be put into practice, but unfortunately, they lack the financial support and sufficient time to bear the costs of trial and error.

But Sean's wizard card gave them a golden opportunity.

An excellent opportunity to attract investment.

And things are progressing as smoothly as they expected. Now, only one final hurdle remains for them—Sean's permission.

"I'm very sorry, Mr. Weasleys..." Sean said softly, shaking his head slowly.

Upon hearing this, the Weasley brothers exchanged a glance, their eyes revealing undisguised disappointment.

George's face, usually adorned with a mischievous smile, was now deeply furrowed, all ease and joy vanished, leaving only seriousness and heaviness; Fred, on the other hand, tried to mask his inner desolation with a weak smile, feebly tugging at the corners of his mouth to force a smile, but that smile seemed so forced and powerless.

Just as the two brothers' spirits were sinking, Sean continued, "I'm sorry I can't make two custom wizard cards for you, but what I mean is, you two will share one wizard card, and this wizard card will be unique, featuring both of you as brothers..."

Upon hearing this, the Weasley brothers' eyes suddenly lit up, and their disappointment was instantly overwhelmed by a surge of excitement and anticipation.

"So, we can take pictures wearing these clothes?" Fred asked excitedly.

"Of course you can," Sean said, feigning confusion. "What you want to wear is your own business, isn't it?"

"Long live Professor Sean!"

The two brothers shouted in unison.

The Weasley brothers then captured their radiant smiles in Sean's old-fashioned camera.

The second one to come in was Hermione.

She came in just as the Weasley brothers were about to leave.

Their eyes lit up when they saw Hermione in her new clothes.

Hermione wore a simple yet elegant dress, the hem of which swayed gently with her steps. Her hair was meticulously styled, falling smoothly over her shoulders, giving her an extraordinary radiance.

"Wow, Hermione, you look amazing!" Fred exclaimed sincerely.

"Really? Do you think this dress suits me?" Hermione asked shyly, a blush creeping onto her face.

"Of course it suits you! You look absolutely gorgeous in this dress!" George couldn't help but praise.

Hermione blushed even more at their compliments, but she was clearly pleased, her eyes sparkling with joy. She smiled slightly and said, "Thank you for the compliments. I like this dress very much too."

After the Weasley brothers left, only Sean and Hermione remained in the room.

"Okay, let's find another spot to take pictures." Sean directed her to move to the window. "Stand there, yes, in the best light."

Following Sean's instructions, Hermione walked to the window, where sunlight shone on her, as if draping her in a golden halo.

She gently turned her head to look out the window, her eyes filled with anticipation and longing.

Sean picked up his camera and looked at Hermione through the viewfinder, marveling at her beauty.

He adjusted the angle and the light, then gently pressed the shutter.

click-

With a heavy creak as the train clung to the tracks, the Hogwarts Express, bound for King's Cross Station, finally began to move slowly.

As Harry watched the scenery recede outside the window, he felt somewhat lost—his heart seemed to remain in the magical, adventurous, and challenging Hogwarts Castle, unwilling to face the present moment of separation and the unknown.

He was sitting in the same carriage as Ron and Hermione. The small table in front of them was covered with some snacks that Hermione had just taken from Professor Sean's office, but the abundance of snacks still couldn't fill the emptiness in his heart.

This year... has it ended so quickly?

All of this happened so quickly that he was caught off guard.

Suddenly, their wardrobes were empty, their belongings were packed into suitcases, and after receiving a notice from the school that "magic cannot be used during the holidays," Hagrid led them onto a fleet of boats to cross the lake.

He recalled the many adventures he had experienced over the past year: the struggle with Malfoy, the confrontation with Voldemort, and the joyful and tearful times spent with his friends.

Every moment feels like yesterday, yet it slips away quietly through our fingers.

At this very moment, they were already on the Hogwarts Express, chatting and laughing all the way, watching the countryside outside the window become more and more lush and tidy.

The train passed through Muggle towns, where people ate Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans, took off their wizard robes, and put on jackets and blouses.

Everything seems the same as when I first arrived. Some things seem to have changed, yet others seem to remain the same.

Harry's fingers tapped lightly on the table unconsciously, producing a subtle rhythm that created a unique symphony with the roar of the train.

Ron seemed to sense Harry's emotions. He put his arm around Harry's shoulder and said, "You have to come to our house this summer."

Seemingly realizing he'd forgotten someone, he turned to Hermione, who was looking out the window, and said, "You two come—I'll send an owl to invite you."

"Thank you," Harry said. "I do need something to look forward to."

Perhaps only Merlin knew how much he wished his months-long vacation would end quickly.

The only thing that comforted him was that his Uncle Vernon and his family didn't know he wasn't allowed to use magic during the holidays.

That way, he can have some fun with Dudley.

This situation, to use a Chinese proverb that Professor Sean mentioned in class, is something like... "A gentleman takes revenge even after ten years."

Harry thought uncertainly...