bacchusnovels Chapter 68 Sean's Ambition
Chapter 68 Sean's Ambition
"Of course not, Mr. Potter, there is no precedent for that at Hogwarts."
"Well, thank you, Professor Sean," Harry said, sounding rather dejected.
After saying that, Harry lowered his head, slowly turned around, and walked towards the outside of the castle.
His silhouette appeared so forlorn in the sunlight.
Sean hadn't expected Harry to come up with such a fitting reason on the spot and to portray his frustration so convincingly.
Sure enough, none of the three little ones were easy to deal with.
He once again had the idea of offering an elective course in acting at Hogwarts.
If Harry wanted to, he could easily fulfill the role of acting class representative.
Although today's performance was still somewhat rough, the genuine emotions it conveyed came from his heart, which is the most precious quality of a performer.
Sean saw this quality in Harry—a weak foundation but enormous potential.
And perhaps in the future, with the booming development of the Muggle film industry, this emerging industry will gradually integrate into the Wizarding World. (PS: Although the photos in the Wizarding World can move, there is still a substantial difference between them and the movies.)
At that time, the wizarding world will be short of a large number of professional actors.
His elective course in performance filled this gap perfectly.
If his novels are ever adapted into movies, Harry might even be able to play his character in one.
As the mentor of all wizard actors in the British Isles, he could act as a director and, incidentally, audition some female wizard actors.
Of course, it is also part of our job to conduct spot checks on their professional skills.
However, what Sean probably didn't expect was that what Harry had just said might have been his true thoughts.
It's much more enjoyable to be alone in the empty Hogwarts than to return to the Dursleys as a nanny during the summer vacation and live in a tiny attic.
At least with the house-elves around, he doesn't have to worry about going back and eating those unpalatable leftovers again.
And that's why they appeared so forlorn.
It is also a manifestation of disillusionment.
In conclusion, in this battle of acting prowess between veteran and newcomer, the veteran actor Sean Phillips still comes out on top.
In fact, he already knew what Harry wanted to say.
And his "chance encounter" with Harry here was also part of his plan.
If Harry had arrived any later, he would have taken the initiative and subtly revealed to Harry that Dumbledore had left Hogwarts.
That will be the time to truly test Sean's acting skills.
Fortunately, he got what he was waiting for.
...
When Harry returned to the Gryffindor common room, he saw Ron and Hermione waiting anxiously by the fireplace.
Their faces were filled with worry, and their eyes kept glancing towards the door. When Harry appeared, Ron and Hermione stood up at the same time, their faces showing relief.
"Harry, you're finally back!" Ron greeted him, carefully examining Harry. "Are you alright? What did Professor Dumbledore say?"
Hermione asked anxiously, "Harry, is your premonition true? Has Professor Dumbledore noticed anything unusual?"
Harry shook his head dejectedly: "Professor Dumbledore... is gone..."
"Gone? What does that mean?" Hermione exclaimed. "Could it be...?"
Ron, standing to the side, froze upon hearing Harry's words, his face shifting between fear and sorrow.
Seeing that his words seemed to have caused a misunderstanding with his two friends, Harry quickly added, "No, it's not what you think. I mean, Dumbledore had to leave Hogwarts for some reason."
Hearing Harry's explanation, Ron and Hermione both breathed a sigh of relief, but the worry on their faces did not completely disappear.
When will Professor Dumbledore return?
"Probably tomorrow." Harry recalled his conversation with Professor Sean. "He received an urgent letter from the Ministry of Magic and just left."
"What do we do then?" Hermione asked instinctively.
"Dumbledore's back tomorrow, just for one night, nothing should happen, right?" Ron muttered.
Ron tried to ease the slightly tense atmosphere, but there was also a hint of uncertainty in his voice.
He always felt that all his luck had been used up after he was assigned to Gryffindor, a feeling that became especially pronounced after the exams.
Harry pondered for a moment, then said, "Although Professor Dumbledore will be back tomorrow, my premonition keeps nagging at me. We can't let our guard down completely. Hermione, you're right, we should do something to ensure our safety tonight."
"Perhaps that letter was delivered by Snape. The Ministry of Magic will be quite surprised to see Dumbledore." He hesitated for a moment, then added, "I'll sneak out of here tonight and guard the Philosopher's Stone for another night."
"Are you crazy!" Ron said. "If we get caught again, we'll be fired!"
No, I'm not crazy.
Harry appeared remarkably calm after clearing his mind.
"Just one night, just one night."
"We can't let our previous efforts go to waste. If Snape gets his hands on the Philosopher's Stone tonight, Voldemort will return!"
"By then, it will be too late for us to regret it."
"Because we will all die by his magic wand..."
......
Philosopher's Stone.
Sean carefully wrote the three words on the white paper, then drew a circle next to them.
Although it's a bit ugly, you can vaguely make out the shape of a magic stone by looking at the text next to it.
Then, Sean wrote the names "Voldemort" and "Dumbledore" on opposite ends of the paper.
That's right, Sean is drawing a mind map.
This is his habit. Whenever he is about to launch an action plan, he likes to organize his thoughts and sort out every aspect of the plan in this way so as to discover and make up for any possible loopholes in time.
At this moment, he was pondering the question of the Philosopher's Stone, and the roles of two key figures—Voldemort and Dumbledore—in it.
He wrote the word "threat" next to the name "Voldemort" and drew an arrow pointing to the "Sorcerer's Stone"; next to the name "Dumbledore," he wrote "protect."
After a moment of contemplation, Sean drew two branches next to the name "Voldemort," and wrote the names "Quirok" and "Bellatrix" at the ends of the branches; next to "Dumbledore" he wrote the names of the three little ones.
well.
Sean nodded in satisfaction. Apart from himself, the names of all the main and supporting characters who would be appearing tonight were listed on the paper.
To be honest, before that...
Sean did indeed have the idea of taking the Philosopher's Stone.
After all, when a rare treasure like the Philosopher's Stone is placed before one's eyes, anyone would feel a touch of greed.
However, the risks are too great. Dumbledore said it was in the Ministry of Magic, but who knows if that's true or not? Maybe this "cunning" white wizard is hiding somewhere in the castle, secretly protecting Harry.
Sean believes the latter is 95% likely.
He doesn't dare to gamble, nor is there any need for him to gamble.
To achieve immortality, his cheat device isn't just for show. He could improve himself step by step, but it's not worth risking doing things that don't align with his goals.
After receiving the system task notification early this morning, he became even more certain of his thoughts.
[Faction Quest: Protect/Steal the Magic Stone (Choose one)]
[Task Reward: Unknown]
[Note: Once a choice is made, it cannot be changed. Please choose carefully.]
Yes, at this point, everyone here should understand what Sean means.
He has an even more interesting plan.
Perhaps, it could speed up my path to becoming the headmaster of Hogwarts.
Thinking to himself, Sean drew a few more branches on the paper, and at the point where all the branches converged, he signed his name and added a note:
Sean Phillips (The Savior).
After doing all this, Sean took a deep look at the information on the paper, as if he wanted to imprint every detail in his mind.
He then stood up, walked to the fireplace, picked up a piece of burning charcoal with tongs, and gently touched the burning charcoal to a corner of the paper.
The flames spread rapidly, engulfing the paper. Sean watched intently as the paper turned to ashes in the fire, until the last spark was extinguished.