"Ghoul's Kiss is composed of four magical frameworks," Blanco explained. "I'll write down the calculation formulas for the frameworks later. For now, just focus on memorizing the structure of the magical lines."
Blanco broke the first framework into eight smaller components, explaining each part separately.
It was almost like assembling a model kit. First step, second step, combine the pieces, and eventually you complete a component.
Of course, building a magical framework was far more difficult than assembling a model.
Model parts already existed—you just put them together.
Magical lines, however, were constructed from pure magic. You had to know exactly how much magical power the framework required.
Based on Sean's observations since arriving at Hogwarts, his magical power was probably the strongest among the first-years.
Even so, practicing magic for three hours a day still left him feeling drained.
Chris diligently copied every step of the magical framework formulas.
Once the theoretical structure was understood, she would finally be able to start practicing.
Sean, however, didn't need to go through all that trouble.
His Magic vision allowed him to see the entire construction process of a magical framework clearly.
In terms of understanding the spell's structure, he was already far ahead of everyone else.
He didn't need to calculate formulas or memorize steps.
And during practice, the gap became even wider.
For example—
Even if Chris fully understood the theoretical framework, she still wouldn't succeed immediately when attempting to build it.
She wouldn't know exactly how much magical power was needed.
So she would have to experiment.
Maybe the first attempt would collapse after three frameworks.
The second attempt might go a bit further.
That was exactly what students were doing in Charms class—repeatedly attempting to construct magical frameworks.
Sean didn't need to go through that process.
His Magic vision could roughly estimate how much magical power Blanco was channeling into his wand.
Sean only needed to replicate that amount of magic and make one or two small adjustments.
What took others a week, he could achieve in a much shorter time.
The Ouroboros meeting lasted until nine o'clock.
Sean and Chris spent two hours listening to Blanco explain theory.
On the surface, Sean nodded attentively.
In reality, he kept secretly watching Keith and Theo practice Dark Magic.
Keith and the second-year student were practicing a spell called Witch's Eye, which consisted of six magical frameworks.
Theo and the fourth-year student practiced Evil Dragon Serration, which contained eight frameworks.
Neither group cast the spells very often.
Instead, they mostly discussed their experiences.
For example, they talked about which step in the magical framework encountered resistance during construction.
Sean felt increasingly anxious.
Stop talking and start practicing again!
I didn't get a clear look yet!
Unfortunately, the meeting ended before they cast the spells again.
Blanco collected the parchments Sean and Chris had been using.
Sean had only filled half a page.
Chris had filled both sides completely.
Blanco waved his wand and burned the notes with a small flame.
"Don't feel bad about losing them," he said.
"If professors find these outside, it will cause serious trouble."
Sean estimated that with two nights of practice, he could probably master Ghoul's Kiss.
But his learning speed was far too fast.
He wondered if Kurt might start becoming suspicious.
The eight Slytherins returned to the common room in small groups.
Chris said good night to Sean and went back to her dormitory.
Sean planned to return to his private room and continue practicing magic.
Just then, Keith, who had always targeted him, stopped him.
"Sean."
"Tonight, ten-thirty, third-floor corridor storage room."
"Kurt wants to talk with you."
"Ten-thirty?" Sean said. "That's already after curfew. If Filch catches us, house points will be deducted."
"Filch rarely patrols that storage room," Keith replied.
"Why didn't Kurt tell me himself earlier?" Sean asked.
"For secrecy," Keith said. "He rarely contacts members directly in public places."
"Fine," Sean said. "I understand."
Back in his room, Sean sat in a chair thinking about Keith's words.
Who does he think he's fooling?
Kurt wants to see me?
If that were true, why didn't he say it earlier in the prefects' bathroom? There were no outsiders there.
Let's see what Keith is really planning.
Sean rested for more than an hour.
Close to 10:30, he put on his shoes, grabbed the Marauder's Map, and quietly slipped out of the common room.
"The third-floor storage room…" Sean thought.
"Right now it's just a storage room."
"But when Harry arrives at Hogwarts, it will become the first entrance guarding the Philosopher's Stone."
When Sean reached the third floor, he looked down the corridor.
At the far corner was the storage room.
On the Marauder's Map, a single name appeared there.
Keith Brent.
"Let's see what you want to 'talk' about," Sean muttered.
He activated his Magic vision and walked toward the room.
Standing at the door, he didn't knock.
Instead, he quietly called out:
"Kurt?"
No one responded.
Sean pushed the door slightly.
It was unlocked.
Carefully, he opened it.
Inside stood a figure glowing with white magical light.
A magical framework was already forming at the tip of the person's wand.
"Expelliarmus!"
"Stupe—"
Sean didn't give Keith the chance to finish constructing the spell.
He had already prepared before entering.
The Disarming Charm blasted Keith's wand out of his hand.
Although Keith wore a hood, Sean could imagine the expression on his face.
"You… how…?" Keith stammered in panic.
"You're wondering why your trap didn't work, right?" Sean said calmly.
"Keith, your acting was terrible."
"You knew it was me?" Keith asked in shock.
"I thought about it with my toes and my backside," Sean replied.
"No matter how I think about it—it's obviously you."
"How do you know Expelliarmus? That's a second-year spell!" Keith shouted.
"I know quite a few spells," Sean replied casually.
The Disarming Charm was Harry's signature spell.
It was simple but limited.
When used by weaker wizards against stronger opponents, it often failed to disarm them.
Harry had used this spell against Voldemort several times, turning the duel into a direct contest of magical power.
Most wizards couldn't achieve that.
Harry was special.
His magic was powerful, and he and Voldemort used twin-core wands.
As for Draco disarming Dumbledore—that had been planned in advance.
Dumbledore had deliberately allowed Draco to win.
Sean had learned the spell several days before school began.
It wouldn't work against stronger wizards.
But Keith clearly wasn't one of them.
The white magical aura around Keith was roughly the same strength as Sean's.
"Now," Sean said, pointing his wand at Keith.
"Tell me something."
"Why did you attack me twice?"
A wizard without a wand was like a swordsman without a sword.
Keith didn't dare move recklessly.
He lowered his hood, revealing a face full of resentment toward Sean.
"Why does a traitor's son like you get to enter Slytherin?"
"Why did Kurt invite you into Ouroboros?"
"I hate everything about you!"
His voice trembled with suppressed rage.
"That's it?" Sean said.
"Keith, I think you should visit Madam Pomfrey."
"You seem to have some serious psychological issues."
"You're insulting me!" Keith shouted.
"You damned traitor!"
He suddenly lunged toward Sean.
"Petrificus charm!"
Sean cast the Body-Bind Curse.
Keith froze instantly, standing stiffly like a statue.
"I think," Sean said calmly,
"Professor Snape should handle you."
Sean turned and quietly closed the storage room door behind him.
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