[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-hogwarts-learning-panel":3,"chapter-hogwarts-learning-panel-hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-144":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},2250382,4210,"Chapter 144: Two Knights","hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-144",144,"\u003Cp>For a long time, Wizard Sean had not seen Sir Cadogan; once again, he idly wandered through the castle, something that never figured in his schedule.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now, a quiet unease drove him to walk several extra corridors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Little Green, make the knight stop his mouth!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Lady Violet appeared in the painting of the rice field, dressed in a white base gown.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lady Violet.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean greeted her politely, then listened nervously as Lady Violet recounted Sir Cadogan’s recent glorious deeds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had been locked inside a corridor painting, incessantly babbling; for three days straight, no one had seen him—only occasional voices, like poetry, accompanied by screams.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Wizard Sean quietly entered the dungeon, a senior Slytherin had just finished brewing a potion; he glanced nervously between Wizard Sean and the dungeon’s depths, then fled like a startled animal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean immediately spotted Sir Cadogan’s portrait: he was tangled haphazardly on sticks by a pile of trolls; had the fire beneath him not stubbornly refused to ignite, Wizard Sean suspected he’d next find the knight inside a troll’s belly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even with a bruised face and trapped in peril, the knight still shouted loudly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Last year, I revered wine,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>this year, I watch hope over prejudice;\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>last year, I gazed at flame,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>this year, I am a kebab…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ah—now I am a lion, head held high,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>utterly lost in nurturing hope.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ladies followed behind Wizard Sean; they tossed meat chunks to distract the trolls, then struggled mightily to drag Sir Cadogan away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sir, be quiet! Just do me this favor!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lady Violet spoke through gritted teeth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course, my lady. Knightly Code, Article Four: Always lend aid to ladies.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sir Cadogan’s voice lowered slightly now, but still chanted like a spell:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“To the stubborn donkey stuck in the mud, hear me:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>for now, cease your sorrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Listen to blessings—let their petals fall around you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, a crash echoed from the dungeon’s depths; Sir Cadogan panicked instantly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lady, hurry! Hurry!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing his panic, Lady Violet let out a sudden “pfft” laugh, while the Fat Lady stuffed an apple into his mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She also stuffed an apple into her own mouth, mumbling:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Little Green, you always forgive a fat woman with an apple in her mouth, don’t you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean replied seriously:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, Lady. I trust you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh—child—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Fat Lady’s eyes grew damp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When they exited the dungeon, Wizard Sean did not ask why Sir Cadogan had been singing for days; he simply said:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sir, you’ve done enough.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sir Cadogan, bruised and grimacing from pain, said nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only after Wizard Sean hurried off to the Alchemy office did he mutter:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“—What a fine opportunity, two children possessing noble knightly virtues—oh, loyalty, and courage—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside, snow and wind fell; Wizard Sean was about to ascend the stairs when he failed to notice a thin thread stretching from the dungeon to his warm palm, unfurling into parchment between Professor Tera’s fingers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Wizard Sean Green】.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An exceptionally outstanding presence among first-years, favored by several professors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the Potions professor himself…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This is normal—a Master of Alchemy always excels in nearly all magical branches, which is how one gains access to the mysterious art of Alchemy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this child… he seems too outstanding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professor Tera had not seen such a gifted yet humble, practical child in a long time—spending months in a greenhouse is no small feat, especially under Scotland’s harsh weather.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her calm expression faded slightly, yet her confidence remained absolute: among all magical branches, only Alchemy could alter the world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it was still not enough…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, in the House of Hope.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A group gathered before the fireplace; Jia Jia Siting’s voice mingled with the crackling of flames and soft breathing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The House of Hope is a hidden place; though Owl Master forbids others from entering, we must not burden it further;\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>if anyone wishes to introduce a new member, all must agree;\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>this room itself is a gift bestowed—specifically for nurturing and holding hope. Do you understand? If you wish to play, go to the common room…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jia Jia Siting listed several demands in one breath; all were widely accepted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By this point in the conversation, Harry and Ron finally felt they had truly joined—listening word by word, afraid to miss a single syllable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If any member of the House of Hope falls into trouble, lend aid if you can. Even if we are wrong, we will be wrong together.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jia Jia Siting’s words stirred the group; he continued:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Within this house, trust your companions.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His pale blue eyes then revealed just the right blend of gentleness and resolve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We are partners, all of us. When a partner makes a decision—no matter what they say or do here that none of us understand—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>we need only offer support. That is the role of a partner.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon hearing this, Harry and Ron felt as if they had been granted a great blessing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were partners—good heavens, in this room, they were utterly trusted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hermione and Neville were stunned; Harry and Ron felt as if they had been elevated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes…,”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hermione instinctively felt uneasy. She trusted Wizard Sean and Jia Jia Siting, perhaps also Neville—but of the rest, Harry and Ron, she did not know what to say.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet when she recalled the two who had leapt from behind the door on Halloween Eve, she suddenly felt she could accept them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My mother told me: trust that is not absolute is absolute distrust. The cost of betrayal is high—for both sides—because it means the betrayed can never again trust their companion.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jia Jia Siting seemed to murmur to himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His words settled heavily in Harry and Ron’s hearts; the thought of paying such a price made them prefer facing a troll alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The conversation did not last long; for when Wizard Sean climbed the spiral staircase and looked toward the kind professor, Hogwarts was buried in snow, the rustling sound filling the House of Hope, binding the hearts of those who had faced the troll together… their breaths now synced with each other’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jia Jia Siting pulled out a preserved note, still warm with his mother’s voice:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【My child.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Trust is a house with countless windows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its rooms, like cedar,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the slanted sky, its eternal roof.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its visitors, the noblest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its purpose, this:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With your small hands—gather heaven.】\u003C\u002Fp>",1063,"2026-06-19T10:00:40.768Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","bc0fd12ab2c07647f6e1ff10c627d0130de5d378f933174ad7ecfd12336a3ec2","hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-145","hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-143",526,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhogwarts-learning-panel-cover.jpg"]