[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-hogwarts-learning-panel":3,"chapter-hogwarts-learning-panel-hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-125":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},2250363,4210,"Chapter 125","hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-125",125,"\u003Cp>“Invisibility Charm, Muffling Charm, Silent Levitation Charm...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the headmaster’s office, Dumbledore’s murmurs broke the long-unheard silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Almost all of it targeted stealth and trolls specifically.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nothing happens by coincidence, especially not a child who never sneaks out at night yet learned the Invisibility Charm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had sensed the danger long ago...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That danger could only come from the room on the fourth floor, and to reach the troll alone, his excellence is beyond question.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This means he has passed at least four trials.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet he said nothing... that’s interesting, isn’t it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If such behavior unsettles Dumbledore, then adding the name “Green” to it, along with his persistent lurking near the troll...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dumbledore smiled faintly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps the entire Hogwarts Castle lies within his grasp—the greatest white wizard of this century—but this Green... he has done everything he possibly could.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Albus, you imagine him as one of those wicked wizards...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A calm, gentle voice came.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh—Headmaster Davenport, forgive an old man’s excessive worry; age makes one see things poorly... The weather is fine, where has my lemon drop gone?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Perhaps in your wool socks?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lady Davenport said softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh—of course, of course, my wool socks.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Dumbledore’s hands were a pair of thick socks, their touch radiating soft warmth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What made his beard curl even more was that there wasn’t just one—every single pair came from that little Green.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Happy Halloween. Thank you for your generous help.】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dumbledore’s blue eyes narrowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who could dislike a child who knows how to repay kindness?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dungeons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The stone walls exuded chill. The potion classroom was colder than anywhere else, the damp cold heavy as if it had weight, pressing down on the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Droplets of condensation clung to the rough stone walls, slowly dripping, catching the flickering torchlight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many ingredients in the storage cabinets had grown brittle from the damp. Professor Snape’s private storage room was tightly shut, yet a faint scent of potions seeped through the crack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amid the unchanging gray and white, some candies, a gift box, and a blue notebook stood out starkly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It seems you received some gifts too, Severus?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The visitor was an old man with long, white whiskers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wore a purple robe, his tone devoid of mockery, instead carrying a quiet concern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmph—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professor Snape unhesitatingly shoved Dumbledore out the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the dungeon entrance, Sir Cadogan was sharing dinner with two or three monks, several former headmasters of Hogwarts, and his plump little gray-and-spotted pony.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pushed his helmet up and raised a jug of honeywine in salute to Headmaster Dumbledore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Halloween—uh—happy! Headmaster Dumbledore, he didn’t see your wool socks?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sir Cadogan called out,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What a pity...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the dungeon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snape, having shed his earlier anger and irritation, now felt merely vexed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Useless gifts—useless except to bind fools more tightly to other fools, making it easier for them to act like idiots...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He unwrapped the package.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside were carefully selected stinging nettles and porcupine quills, varying in length, neatly packed in a small bottle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside the bottle was a notebook, detailing Xiang Xiang Xien’s latest progress with the guiding method.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t much, but it wasn’t little either—it was the result of Xiang Xiang Xien’s extensive experimentation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snape waved his wand and tossed the candies away; they landed “perfectly” in a small compartment of the glass cabinet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he opened the letter:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Sometimes seeing things with hope makes them clearer.】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Professor, I found some decent materials among a pile of inferior ones.】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Though few, they’re still there.】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【By the way,】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Professor Snape, Happy Halloween.】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too many words—seemed fake...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snape snorted, tossing the letter into his own bag.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Xiang Xiang Xien walked out of the dungeon, his breath turned to mist, rising and falling rhythmically.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Come in, child.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professor McGonagall still sat in her tall chair, the only difference being that the mountain of homework and piles of complex documents had vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only a snowy owl remained, arriving with a letter, its head bobbing, shaking loose a few tiny flakes of snow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiang Xiang Xien found it amusing; he waved his wand, and the snowflakes danced along with it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hoot?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The owl tilted its head, landing on Xiang Xiang Xien’s shoulder and nuzzling his cheek with its round face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not good, Xiang Xiang Xien thought—when he returned, Mr. Owl would start screeching again:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Young wizard! Faithless young wizard! You smell of another owl!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if Xiang Xiang Xien had betrayed it somehow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Child, come here.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professor McGonagall suddenly said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiang Xiang Xien moved quietly closer, expecting questions about the troll—but the professor said nothing of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She simply took his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Listen, child, protecting your friends is important, but protecting yourself is just as vital.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crackling of the fireplace grew louder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiang Xiang Xien stood before the hearth, beginning his practice of turning objects into “magic.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He waved his wand, and the flames danced like sprites—until, in a moment of chance,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiang Xiang Xien suddenly recalled the professor summoning the fire lizard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He flipped through the professor’s notes and found the section indeed there, with meticulous details on the transformation of the fire lizard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiang Xiang Xien had assumed this was advanced material, yet some strange impulse made him try it anyway—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You practiced an advanced Transfiguration at a beginner level. Proficiency +100\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A flame shaped like a lizard burst forth!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Within magical creatures, there exist circuits perfectly attuned to magic; gifted wizards catch glimpses of them.】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Xiang Xiang Xien smiled faintly while reading the professor’s notes, Professor McGonagall was reading a letter sent from afar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Dear Minerva McGonagall:】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【When I received your letter, I could hardly believe it—that child, God’s blessed child, was not the victim of a fraud.】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Forgive my suspicion; I’ve seen too many such cases. Even as life deceives us again and again, we in Crookham still choose to believe.】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Because there is no worse outcome.】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【I cannot imagine how hard you worked to find me—I know those cruel people never reply; they’d rather never receive letters, so they don’t have to face those poor children.】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Regardless, your compassion alone is enough.】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【If you need more information about that child, let me know—I’ve been a volunteer in Hollyse for a long time.】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Looking forward to your reply.】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Yours faithfully, Roland Taylor】\u003C\u002Fp>",1042,"2026-06-19T10:00:40.768Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","751d5319d57b8e24cf0498cd7b1c360bf77fd1338778e06bac63ee97070a891f","hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-126","hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-124",526,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhogwarts-learning-panel-cover.jpg"]