bacchusnovels Chapter 483 Susan's Shyness
Chapter 483 Susan's Shyness
Chapter 483 Susan's Shyness
On his last class before the Christmas holidays, Sean met an unexpected person—Fleur de la Cour.
Wearing a heavy scarf, she sat quietly in the last row, listening to her own lecture.
Although the scarf was wrapped tightly around her, almost completely covering her face, those bright, large eyes could be seen from anyone else but her.
Some Hogwarts students were also curious about Beauxbatons students attending their house's classes, whispering among themselves, and some couldn't help but secretly turn around to look at Fleur.
However, most students felt...proud of this behavior.
Look, even those arrogant guys from Beauxbatons School are coming to take classes at Hogwarts.
What does this tell us?
This shows that their Muggle studies course is not simple.
Professor Phillips' professional competence has been widely praised in the industry!
So they listened even more attentively.
To be honest, Sean thought it would be good to suggest to Dumbledore that Hogwarts recruit some "three-school co-training students" or "international students".
It would be best to learn from each other's strengths and make up for each other's weaknesses, and to integrate the advantages of each of the three schools.
Of course, the "international students" referred to here are those who do not receive additional scholarships and are not provided with 24-hour opposite-sex study partners.
In fact, recruiting these international students often involves charging exorbitant fees.
No money?
What's the point of studying if you don't have money!
Otherwise, would anyone really waive tuition fees for "international students," provide them with scholarships, and even equip them with dormitories that exceed those of the school's own students, as well as a 24-hour school?
Even British India didn't pay this much attention to its colonial master, the British Empire.
Except for the privileged sons of the East India Company and the British Eight Banners.
"In this lesson, we'll talk about Muggle philosophy."
As Sean spoke, he was also thinking about other things.
This special skill is something that some senior professors are quite adept at.
Some specific knowledge simply flows from the mouth without any conscious thought, and this is clearly also the case with Professor Phillips, a renowned and highly respected figure in Britain.
I must say, Furong's arrival today was very timely.
With no other witches present, Sean had a lot less trouble.
"What exactly is philosophy?"
Sean cleared his throat and wrote the word "philosophy" on the blackboard behind him with his wand. Most of the students were taking notes with their heads down, and apart from Fleur sitting in the last row, no one made any further moves.
"In the Muggle world, philosophy is not only about theoretical thinking, but also reflects how they see themselves."
How we view others, and how we view the world.
"Many philosophers in Muggles have proposed different propositions about free will, fate, the relativity of morality, and so on. These are questions that we don't seem to discuss often in the wizarding world, but they have profoundly influenced how Muggles construct their own society and culture."
He paused for a moment, giving the students time to process what he had learned, and then looked up at Furong.
Just as he had predicted—
Furong was confused.
Admittedly, only Hogwarts among the three schools offers a course in "Muggle Studies".
Being introduced to abstract and intangible concepts like "philosophy" right from the start is indeed difficult for most wizards to accept.
"Some Muggle philosophers believe that the world has no fixed meaning; meaning is assigned by humans. What do you think?"
Sean suddenly asked a question, waiting for the students' response.
The classroom fell silent for a few seconds.
Everyone seemed to be thinking about this question, and even the students who initially focused all their attention on the upcoming Christmas holidays gradually shifted their focus.
As Christmas approaches, schools and classrooms are generally like this—most students are distracted—and some professors, like Flitwick, have even given up on teaching spells in class—teaching new spells and having them try them out is a disaster for some of the less attentive wizards.
Of course, this excludes Professor Binns.
Since Professor Binns did not let his death stop him from continuing to teach, trivial matters like Christmas could not possibly distract him.
And then there are professors like McGonagall, Moody, and Snape, whose teaching styles are more rigorous.
In this sense, professors like Flitwick and Sprout are actually a minority in mainstream courses.
Moreover, rumors about the Christmas ball were circulating throughout the school, but most of them sounded utterly absurd—for example, that Dumbledore had bought eight hundred barrels of flavored mead from Rosmerta the Three Broomsticks.
Finally, a Ravenclaw student raised his hand, his voice slightly hesitant: "Perhaps... the meaning of the world is indeed determined by each individual? Just like there are many different schools of thought in Muggle society, and everyone has different opinions and perspectives."
Upon hearing this answer, Sean nodded in satisfaction, but quickly posed a new question.
"That's right, that's a key concept in Muggle philosophy. But here's the problem: if everyone can decide their own meaning, won't society become chaotic?"
Silence fell over the classroom again as the students began to whisper among themselves, discussing the newly raised question.
At this moment, another student, Emily of Hufflepuff, hesitated before raising her hand.
"Perhaps the chaos in Muggle society stems from the clashes that occur as everyone strives for their own meaning. However, these clashes are not necessarily all bad; they foster new ideas and progress, and also prompt people to constantly reflect on and adjust their stances."
Sean frowned slightly, then nodded. "Indeed, Emily. As you said, the diversity of Muggle society brings with it a dynamic of constant change. This chaos," perhaps, is part of their social progress. But does this apply to us, the wizarding world?"
This time, Sean deliberately steered the conversation toward the differences between wizards and Muggles, hoping the students would think more deeply about it.
Another Ravenclaw student stepped forward and answered somewhat eagerly.
"We are different! We have magic, and we can use magic to solve many problems in Muggle society."
Perhaps we don't need to experience the "chaos" of Muggle society.
As she pondered, a Hufflepuff witch frowned slightly.
Her figure was hard to ignore, especially her full breasts, which almost burst out of Hufflepuff's robes. With each breath, her roundness became even more alluring.
There are many witches in Hufflepuff, but only one witch has this figure—
Susan Borns.
To achieve this scale, innate talent is far more important than hard work.
Some things are either present from birth or absent from birth, and cannot be changed by a simple "effort".
"Miss Burns, what do you think?"
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Sean asked his question.
Susan paused for a moment, her cheeks flushed slightly, and she stood up somewhat awkwardly.
"I...I believe that although we have magic and can solve many Muggle problems, magic is not omnipotent. If magic solves problems, the chaos in Muggle society might be suppressed, but that doesn't mean it's truly solved."
She looked up, her gaze meeting Sean's, her lips moving slightly.
"As we're discussing in class right now, chaos can actually be a driving force for social progress. If all problems could be easily solved with magic, then we wouldn't reflect, and we wouldn't have the opportunity to improve."
After she finished speaking, she quickly lowered her head like a startled little rabbit, as if her clothes would burst open if she said anything more.
Sean nodded, satisfied with her answer.
As expected of a student from the high ranks of the Ministry of Magic, he does have unique insights into some viewpoints.
"Susan's point of view makes a lot of sense."
Susan shuddered at Sean's praise.
"Indeed, magic is powerful, but it cannot solve all problems."
"In particular, real progress often comes through challenges, conflicts, and reflections, which are often accompanied by imperfections and chaos."
Sean paused, observing each student in the class. "The chaos of the Muggle world isn't fundamentally different from our magical world. Although we use different methods to solve problems, essentially, the development of all societies depends on continuous self-exploration and challenge."
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Finally, the last Muggle Studies class before Christmas slowly came to a close amidst a contrast between the wizarding and Muggle worlds.
As soon as get out of class ended, Susan disappeared without a trace.
In the entire classroom, only Furong, who had been sitting in the last row the whole time, remained.
"Miss Delacour, how is it?"
"Professor Phillips, although I didn't understand everything you said, I found it very interesting." Fleur looked up, smiled gently, and said sincerely, "There are no similar courses at Beauxbatons, but I think that if there is an opportunity, I will suggest to Ms. Maxim that we add this kind of content."
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Sean paused for a moment, then nodded, pleased with her feedback.
"Thank you, Miss Delacour. I am honored to hear such praise."
After an initial formality, their conversation gradually became more natural and familiar, guided by Sean. The atmosphere also relaxed considerably, and Fleur seemed less reserved, beginning to express herself more honestly.
She sighed softly, looked at Sean, and said with great gratitude, "Professor Phillips, I'm here today to express my gratitude. Thank you for encouraging me when I was at my most confused."
Sean was somewhat taken aback, then smiled slightly and waved his hand gently. "It's what I should do." His tone was relaxed, but before he finished speaking, he sighed softly, adding as if somewhat regretfully, "I didn't really help much, so what help am I talking about?"
However, his regret was not because he didn't help Furong, as he claimed, but because he didn't intensify his efforts to smear Furong in the media.
Hibiscus was unaware of Sean's inner turmoil; instead, she raised her head and looked at him gently.
A shy blush rose on her cheeks, and she said softly, "Actually, I came here today for another matter. I'd like to make a special request of you—would you be my dance partner at the Christmas ball?"
Sean paused for a moment, his eyes widening slightly.
Admittedly, he had no idea that Hibiscus would make such a request. Nevertheless, upon reflection, it wasn't entirely unexpected.
Fu Rong's reputation has indeed been poor lately, and inviting someone else as a dance partner could very well cause unnecessary trouble for both parties.
Under such circumstances, Sean is undoubtedly a very suitable candidate.
First, Sean is older, which will prevent any scandals from arising between them; second, Sean has a considerable reputation and influence, and dancing with him will undoubtedly help Fleur regain some of the reputation she has lost due to her poor public image; third, Sean's appearance is undoubtedly a plus—although this is entirely out of a young girl's personal feelings, he does have that captivating charm.
These factors combined make Sean an almost perfect choice, and Fleur's decision seems reasonable.
For Sean, this was a completely unexpected surprise.
He was still thinking about how to complete his special holiday mission.
So he slowly nodded and readily agreed.
Now, Sean is one step closer to completing the highest-level holiday special mission.
night.
The three little ones sat in front of the fireplace in the common room, chatting about the upcoming Christmas holidays and the Christmas ball.
"He's really mean," Ron said indignantly. "He had to test us on the last day, ruining the last bit of relaxation of the semester with a mountain of homework."
Needless to say, this person is naturally—
Snape, the Gryffindor students' eternal enemy.
"Hmm—you weren't actually working too hard, were you?" Hermione looked up from her mountain of parchment and glanced at Ron.
Ron was busy building a castle with his splattering deck of cards—a pastime far more fun than Muggle poker—and if he wasn't careful, his castle could explode at any moment.
"It's Christmas, Hermione," Harry said lazily, leaning back in his armchair by the fireplace, still holding "Flying with the Cannons," which he was reading for the tenth time.
Hermione frowned. "Harry, I think even if you don't want to learn how to make an antidote, you should at least do something more creative."
"Like what?" Harry asked, intently watching the description of Joel Jenkins of the Cannons in the book, watching her swing her bat hard and smash a runaway ball at the Barryburg Bats' Chaser.
"That golden egg!" Hermione whispered through gritted teeth.
Harry chuckled. "Alright, Hermione, I can rest until February 24th." He put down his book, stretched, and added, "I've already put that golden egg in the box upstairs, and I haven't touched it since the celebration party for the first project. Anyway, there are still two and a half months until the next project starts, so what's a few screams?"
He sighed, "Instead of thinking about that golden egg, I should think more about my current situation. The Christmas ball isn't far off, and I still—"
These words successfully shut Hermione up.
She sat motionless in her seat, staring at the parchment in front of her, lost in thought.
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