[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-hogwarts-learning-panel":3,"chapter-hogwarts-learning-panel-hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-107":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Hogwarts Learning Panel",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2250345,4210,"Chapter 107: Childhood","hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-107",107,"\u003Cp>In the cellar, the cold wind sliced through, rattling the glass with a clanging sound as Heen exhaled a puff of white breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He picked up the notebook in mild surprise—during the time he’d been focused on brewing the potion, Professor Snape had impatiently scribbled annotations on it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though every note read like “foolish handling,” “idiotic choice,” or “only Merlin’s mercy saved you at that moment,” the underlying insight revealed a master potioneer’s profound understanding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since the notes of Master Libath Poraichi had appeared, Heen had sadly realized one fact: the *Advanced Potion-Making* textbook did not contain the three potions Heen had learned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A fitting analogy was this—Master Libath Poraichi had given Heen a key to a golden treasure chest, but Heen held only a battered wooden box.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two did not match.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, Professor Snape’s annotations arrived just in time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the improved ritual, the guiding method, and Professor Snape’s meticulous notes, Heen successfully brewed a [Expert]-level Swelling Potion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[You brewed a Swelling Potion at Expert level. Skill +50.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[A new potion title has been unlocked. Please check.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heen felt a faint thrill, and as the cold wind brushed past, he involuntarily shivered—causing the Swelling Potion to spill onto the dried stinging nettles on the table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Swelling Potion Professor Snape had made him learn earlier now proved invaluable—he poured it over the swollen area, and the swelling receded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmph—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching Heen handle it without panic, Professor Snape let out a cold snort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After cleaning up, Heen silently opened his panel:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Title: Potion Beginner]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Greatly increases perception of potions; slightly enhances potion talent.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Indeed, a great increase—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heen, filled with anticipation, continued reading:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Wizard Heen, Potion Talent: Green (boosted by Potion Beginner title; original talent: White). Note: Average wizards are Green.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It seemed the next title upgrade would have to be for his talent…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heen thought silently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over the past two months, besides reaching the entry threshold in herbology, Heen had achieved tangible progress in multiple areas.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Compared to his former one-purple, three-white talents, it was a complete transformation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After swiftly checking his panel, Heen picked up the notebook and recorded thoughts still lingering in his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The guiding method was incomplete—it currently applied only to Swelling Potion and Anti-Swelling Potion, and even for the latter, many aspects still needed improvement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Compared to Master Libath Poraichi’s original method, the guiding method added one more step: the creation of a ritual scene. Like the initial improved ritual, it ran throughout the entire brewing process—a thousand tiny preparations and subtle cues culminating in the final transformation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Heen’s research deepened, the required details multiplied, making him realize that refining potion rituals was inevitably a long, drawn-out process.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No wonder Master Libath Poraichi had only perfected a few potions in his lifetime.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heen knew his time was limited—he had to choose his potions carefully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some potions—like the Swelling Potion—he would not bother refining the ritual for.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the corner of the cellar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After reminding Heen to review the notes, Professor Snape’s anger had begun to subside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He now paid more attention to the faint cold wind and the slight, poorly concealed tremor from the fool.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He fell silent, watching with cold eyes as Heen tidied the table and prepared to leave the cellar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Stop, Heen Green.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice sounded as if squeezed from his throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heen halted without a word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The parchment clutched in Professor Snape’s hand was slapped… then gently placed on the table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had started to slam it down, then softened the motion—suddenly roaring as if enraged:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you keep believing those delusional nonsense and develop a false understanding of noble potioncraft, I swear, Heen Green, I will make you pack your things and leave this cellar!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At least Professor Snape was letting him take his things, Heen thought oddly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He silently gathered the parchment—the dense annotations on the back made his eyes widen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he studied it closely, Professor Snape’s sharp gaze caught the thin, ill-fitting collar of his single-layer robe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He froze slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amid the mocking voices, the slight trembling of the young wizard, the worn, pilled fabric of his robe—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Memories surged like ripples on a Black Lake, reflecting the black-haired figure who had entered Hogwarts decades ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He walked beneath spiderwebbed eaves in his mother’s maternity gown, the fabric soaked through with decades of grime, steeped in the sour decay of a pure-blood family’s fall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mocked “Snotface”… those greasy strands were less a sign of neglect than a silent protest against filthy sinks and cracked tile walls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Hogwarts robe became his first truly clean garment. When the silver-threaded house crest pressed against his chest, a strange shiver crawled up his spine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Go…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He heard his own voice grow hoarse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heen didn’t notice—he merely bowed slightly with the parchment, then left the cellar with light steps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only Professor Snape remained, silently watching it all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the corridor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sir Cadogan appeared again at the corridor’s end, alone this time, clad in tattered armor—surely after another duel—struggling to pull his sword from the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one knew how he’d jammed it in, but the blade was sunk deep into the grass; no matter how hard he pulled, he couldn’t budge it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, he collapsed onto the grass, pushed up his visor, and wiped sweat from his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A strong heart is needed—the hardest part is still ahead!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sir Cadogan bellowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching the knight drenched in sweat, Heen silently placed a painting of a round stool and a campfire beside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The knight’s eyes lit up and praised:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Clearly another expedition, dear Green—we must find our goal and die bravely in the charge!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could never mount his horse or even pull his sword free, yet he always roared with unyielding force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heen nodded silently—he knew knights truly could do such things.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, not necessarily…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Heen turned to leave, the knight added:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Little Green, remember—singing loudly through suffering and hardship is hard, but silence through suffering carries equal weight. You’ll learn not all lives roar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some courage… is silent.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wind howled around the castle; the only thing shared by the corridor and the cellar were two pairs of eyes, always calm.\u003C\u002Fp>",1026,"2026-06-19T10:00:40.768Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","782c258ebbac7645f4be6870c693d773b074b7f1c70111799771794d69d0972c","hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-108","hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-106",526,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhogwarts-learning-panel-cover.jpg"]