[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-hogwarts-learning-panel":3,"chapter-hogwarts-learning-panel-hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-111":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},2250349,4210,"Chapter 111: The Lost One","hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-111",111,"\u003Cp>Statues are always broken, just like Gregory the Goyle's statue at Hogwarts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because a secret passage lay behind it, the careless young wizards cast numerous Repair Charms on its fallen pieces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was also like Professor Snape now; he had emerged from a long stagnation to gaze upon the young wizard who had shattered that stillness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But sometimes silence is relative.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A chill permeated Professor Snape's gloomy eyes, yet Wizard Sean remained utterly unaware, filled instead with a hint of excitement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He skillfully lit the cauldron, then carefully retrieved ingredients from glass cabinets filled with various oddly shaped specimens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A white slip of paper, hidden within the pages of Advanced Potion-Making, was soon enveloped by swirling steam.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ingredient preparation, heat control, stirring, ritual...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean recalled every annotation in the notes,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>each step and detail being the result of his repeated summarization and improvement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was precisely this scientific, quantifiable inquiry that allowed him to consistently brew potions of the [Adept] level,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and today, the quality of the Cure for Boils potion would likely improve once again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This filled Wizard Sean with immense motivation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If you possess even a shred of intelligence, Wizard Sean Green—you would handle those dried nettles with care, adding them the moment the first bubbles appear...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professor Snape suddenly spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he could finish, Wizard Sean dropped the dried nettles into the bubbling cauldron,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>while simultaneously, the quick-quill beside him recorded this action.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He appeared completely unaffected by the sarcasm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snape's gloomy gaze paused briefly, but soon his voice returned, accompanied by a sudden clap of thunder:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Foolishness—do you not know that stirring counter-clockwise more than two and a half times will render the quality of this potion inferior to the grime inside the cauldron?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean decisively stopped stirring, counted the seconds, and added the slug to the cauldron.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Facts proved that once mockery received no response,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the dungeon was left with only the filtered sound of rain and the clinking of Wizard Sean's stirring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professor Snape's sarcasm gradually subsided, occasionally issuing a few chilly words of \"guidance.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It is time—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Light sparkled in Wizard Sean's eyes; Master Libatius Borage's improved ritual was a complete process,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>one that laid groundwork throughout the entire brewing, yet only at the end did it connect all the previously obscure elements.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The potion in the cauldron had reached its most critical moment; at this stage, every minute movement of the wizard during the ritual would cause drastic fluctuations in the potion's quality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment Wizard Sean chanted the incantation and performed the gesture,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snape's pupils constricted; he strode forward, his black robes surging like dark clouds, almost instantly rushing before the cauldron.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two slips of paper were tightly clenched in his broad hands, yet they underwent no change in shape—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>they had been enchanted with multiple protective spells.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean, utterly unaware, remained immersed in the potion,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>seeming once again to be that wizard painstakingly brewing the Cure for Boils.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A powerful emotion enveloped him, guiding him to perceive the subtly flowing magic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Indeed—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he sensed the changes in the cauldron's magic and vaguely realized how to Making Guide it for a more thorough fusion, thereby brewing a qualified potion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the storm within the dungeon was nearly as fierce as the one outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snape stared into those emerald eyes, at that extremely familiar technique:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Where did you learn this?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[You have successfully brewed a pot of Cure for Boils potion to Expert standards. Proficiency +50]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The panel's notification and Professor Snape's suppressed, extreme low roar sounded simultaneously,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>so intense that Wizard Sean gave a sudden start.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"From 'Have Your Own Bottle-Borne Carnival!', Professor.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean could not comprehend this rage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Give me the paper slips.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professor Snape's voice seemed squeezed out from his throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean silently retrieved the flat slips of paper from Advanced Potion-Making, which recorded knowledge of heat control.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the very edge of the slip, in a place nearly invisible,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>was written a faint \"Three.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Wizard Sean keenly noticed this, he swiftly glanced at the slip taken from 'Have Your Own Bottle-Borne Carnival!'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On it was written a faint \"Two.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professor Snape's expression was indistinguishable under the dim light,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>with only the rainstorm scouring the dungeon, making Wizard Sean barely able to hear the professor's faint whisper—if what he uttered was indeed speech.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wizard Sean Green, get out of my dungeon—now! Immediately!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His anger seemed to have accumulated over decades.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean had already sensed the terrifying atmosphere and was preparing to leave,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>when suddenly a slip of paper drifted out from Advanced Potion-Making.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Holding the slip, Wizard Sean froze on the spot,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>stiffly meeting Professor Snape's murderous gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Idiot! Get out!!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean clutched the slip and ran, though when closing the dungeon door, his movements were slightly gentler.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What exactly had happened?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What did that number represent?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The number of people who knew this knowledge?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Professor Snape knew the knowledge of heat control, then who was the second person to know it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But why had he or she not known about the ritual?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean's confusion gathered like raindrops on Gothic stained glass, finally flowing underground as an unsolvable mystery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the dungeon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cold stone walls exuded eternal dampness, mixed with the bitter and sharp scent of aged potion ingredients, solidifying into an air unique to Severus Snape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He crouched behind a massive black oak desk, like a bat lurking deep within a rock crevice; gazing at those slips of paper was the only thing he could do.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Advanced Potion-Making, two slips overlapped, marked with \"One\" and \"Three,\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the missing one bearing the days when he alone could see bright sunlight, a secret he had once guarded with someone... together...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In 'Have Your Own Bottle-Borne Carnival!', however, scattered were \"One\" and \"Two.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The disappearance of this count stemmed solely from his mistake...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His fingers loosened slightly; the slips did not deform, yet the movement was slow, nearly weary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze fell upon that lost slip, as if able to pierce through walls to see the rainy night and the rift from long ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hatred and an indescribable, tearing rage collided wildly within his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He seemed to hear that word again, the sin he could never redeem in his lifetime.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, the past choked his throat like a ghost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had thought he would hold that slip forever, until that idiot burst into the dungeon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His expression was complex;\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he knew the notes would eventually be discovered by the next person...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Truth never ceases,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>just like love and hate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the corridor,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>torchlight shone upon the armor, reflecting brightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A short, stout knight moved constantly between different paintings, occasionally knocking over a witch's wine goblet\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>only to be fiercely swatted by her with a bouquet of flowers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sir Cadogan cared little, muttering softly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Aha—I thought that old story would never change; he guarded those hates, having forgotten his former love for potions,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and now, a new, faint story seems to be emerging. Hmm, hope? That is what they all say...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as Wizard Sean passed by,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>a figure shrouded in dark clouds suddenly appeared before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean looked somewhat nervously at the suddenly appearing Professor Snape,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>whose dark eyes reflected green:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"For the three days following every Thursday, I expect to see you in the dungeon; do not make me regret this decision...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sorry, Lu Ka went off-track; an extra update will be added early in the morning.\u003C\u002Fp>",1242,"2026-06-19T10:00:40.768Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","26023c7fa93a7aa6738706908a12d1c2660906aacc8e16db0524432fa52fd03e","hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-112","hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-110",526,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhogwarts-learning-panel-cover.jpg"]