[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-hogwarts-learning-panel":3,"chapter-hogwarts-learning-panel-hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-147":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},2250385,4210,"Chapter 147","hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-147",147,"\u003Cp>The dungeon was always filled with the clinking sounds of young wizards stirring, occasionally interrupted by cold, hollow voices. But mostly, it was the rustle of ingredients being added to cauldrons and the bubbling gurgle of boiling potions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snape lurked in the shadows; long observation had taught him that—aside from a few specific aspects—the fool’s talent was no different from any average wizard he’d ever seen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the cauldron where wisps of white smoke drifted, he could not discern the delicate reactions between ingredients, nor detect the faint crackle of flame licking the pot’s surface, let alone judge the critical timing points in potion brewing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this regard, the only thing he could manage was precision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ha—if not for precision, he’d already be lying in the school infirmary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【You brewed a Joy Potion at Apprentice level. Proficiency +1】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without the support of ritual magic, Wizard Sean could at best brew an Apprentice-level Joy Potion—this was already a significant improvement over the past week.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Recall that at first, he could barely succeed at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【You brewed a Joy Potion at Apprentice level. Proficiency +1】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another Apprentice-level Joy Potion. After brewing several batches, Wizard Sean had to pause for a rest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though he was only a sliver away from unlocking the Beginner-level Joy Potion, Wizard Sean was certain his mental strength couldn’t sustain it—he pulled out a vial and drank it, under Snape’s thoughtful gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A warm current flowed through his body; his exhausted mind began to recover.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He set down the crystal vial—ah, apple flavor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After three full months, with his flying training and Snape’s potions aiding him, his magic had recovered to—his pre-enrollment level as a young wizard!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Compared to when he used to collapse from exhaustion just practicing the Levitation Charm, he could now cast multiple silent spells without blinking and feel no fatigue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More importantly, Wizard Sean felt he stood on the edge of a threshold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before this, his body produced only trace amounts of magic—far below the normal level of a young wizard. Now, if he crossed this threshold, it wouldn’t just be his body recovering, but his magic’s natural development as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All he needed was…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A vial appeared out of nowhere, landing in Wizard Sean’s hand. He looked up—Snape’s face was obscured by a parchment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean looked down at the vial: still a crystal bottle reflecting light, the potion inside darker than before, with only one word written on it: Drink.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean didn’t hesitate. The potion—let’s call it Mystery Potion No. 2—was more than ten times as potent as the previous one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The taste had changed to a rich… apple flavor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean felt his body warming slightly—he had crossed the threshold of a normal young wizard’s magic. When he waved his wand and cast Lumos, Snape’s roar echoed from outside the dungeon:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fool! Reclaim your magic!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean silently retracted his wand, a faint smile tugging at his lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Good news came in more than one form.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【You brewed a Joy Potion at Beginner level. Proficiency +3】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Magic level clearly had a significant impact on a wizard’s performance across all magical disciplines…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【A new Potion Mastery title has been unlocked. Please check.】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean looked down with anticipation:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Title: Potion Acquaintance】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Greatly enhances perception of potions. Greatly boosts potion talent.】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Wizard Wizard Sean, Potion Talent: Blue (Potion Acquaintance title active; original talent: White). Note: Average wizards are Green.】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Advancement: Six Expert-level potions and six Skilled-level potions brewed will unlock the Expert-level Potion Mastery title.】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Talent—improved!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean knew those days of desperately seeking inspiration, those painstaking hours fearing even the slightest deviation, those agonizing nights worrying over heat and stirring force—were now behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was… perhaps halfway to being a potion prodigy now?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snape’s gaze never left Wizard Sean. He had felt the sudden surge of magic—the fool had nearly lit the dungeon with a hundred magical lanterns, and some ingredients must be stored in darkness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same time, certain details kept swirling in Snape’s mind, until they finally coalesced into a moment of stunned disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In late November, the dungeon’s chill seeped deep into the stone walls. Snow fell softly from the castle’s edges, whispering a gentle rustle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean lit the cauldron with practiced ease, prepared the ingredients, added them, and stirred, waiting for fusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guided by instinct, he continuously refined his technique, while a quill scribbled furiously beside him on a notebook.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now he understood why Snape had been so impatient, so furious…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking back, his earlier brews had been nothing but clumsy imitation, riddled with errors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【You brewed a Joy Potion at Skilled level. Proficiency +10】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps it was the result of accumulated effort—or sheer luck—Wizard Sean’s face lit up with joy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Skilled-level Joy Potion, even at its resale value, fetched a staggering twenty Jin Jin Jialong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This meant he could now brew advanced potions independently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Compared to when he’d struggled to brew a Cure for Boils at enrollment, he was more than a hundred times stronger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the coldest point in the dungeon, Severus Snape turned his gaze away, standing by the window, his eyes sinking into the frozen Heihu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Wizard Sean’s cauldron, the last red flame vanished into ash, emitting a faint, sighing sound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snape did not move. He watched his breath condense into mist before him, then dissolve into the dungeon’s stagnant air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if waiting for something—or having long forgotten what waiting meant. In this corner even ghosts avoided, only memory and the dregs of potions remained, frozen in sub-zero weather, preserving wounds that would never heal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had thought it merely low talent. But Wizard Sean’s potion talent was slowly revealing itself—and in that moment, only one possibility came to mind:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suffering had given him a frail body, destroyed his rightful talent, frozen his magic at barely passing levels…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Compared to Wizard Sean’s quiet excitement, Snape’s face remained expressionless. Rarely, in a calm tone, he asked:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why… don’t you hate?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The snow of Hogwarts fell silently upon Heihu, upon the Forbidden Forest, upon a long winter with no letters sent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the snow grew thicker. Flames rose in the cauldrons, occasionally making soft sounds. This winter, the heavy snow seemed to settle on Snape’s rusted trachea and lungs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice, like a train abruptly halted, left a name trapped in the endless winter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Timing error! Sorry! Lu corrected it!\u003C\u002Fp>",1060,"2026-06-19T10:00:40.768Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","8b6c804975f3b92b84eb956858e7a0cb0732320a9741fae21e19b56515d2c5c8","hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-148","hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-146",526,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhogwarts-learning-panel-cover.jpg"]