[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-hogwarts-learning-panel":3,"chapter-hogwarts-learning-panel-hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-153":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},2250391,4210,"Chapter 153: Roland","hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-153",153,"\u003Cp>“My Lord—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peeves ran wildly everywhere, but was eventually cornered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m sorry, My Lord! Please forgive Peeves just this once—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Bloody Baron watched it like this until its heart-wrenching cries ended, then cautiously asked:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That young wizard—oh—that Green!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Bloody Baron still stared coldly at it; after a long while, it left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Left alone, Peeves grew cheerful again, skipping and humming as it climbed the stairs:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh—a young wizard, don’t provoke him—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As it walked, it loosened the carpet on the stairs, hoping to make someone trip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the corridor, Wizard Sean knocked on the Transfiguration office door and heard a particularly soft “Come in, my… child.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He opened the door; the professor waved her wand, and all scattered letters leapt into their envelopes on their own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good afternoon, Professor.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean placed his notebook on the desk; for the professor, he believed the greatest joy was seeing her students progress.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he consistently recorded his insights and learning progress—and as expected, the professor was indeed satisfied with this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>December brought more snow; from the window, one could see an utterly fantastical scene.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A beetle suddenly zipped into an owl; the owl flew out the window, spreading its wings against the wind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its feathers swept past frost-laced spires, cutting steadily through the snowstorm, claws clutching a scroll of parchment, until it vanished from Wizard Sean and Professor McGonagall’s sight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a short while, it flew back in through another window, “hoot-hoot-hooting,” its letters still dusted with snow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【You practiced Advanced Transfiguration to a proficient standard, proficiency +300】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean stroked the owl’s feathers, waved his wand, and the owl became a small beetle, its transparent wings fluttering to a spot near the fireplace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean recorded his insights again; he was always skilled in Transfiguration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes gleamed as he waved his wand once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【You practiced Advanced Transfiguration to a proficient standard, proficiency +300】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【You practiced Advanced Transfiguration to a proficient standard, proficiency +300】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What he failed to notice was that as he performed Transfiguration more often, Professor McGonagall’s hand holding the letter trembled slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I should have known…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her voice was faint, like the dim glimmer of her eyes in the corner each time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…He never gives anyone cause to worry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sipping honey-lemon tea from the Transfiguration office, Wizard Sean’s fatigue slowly faded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After his body recovered most of its strength, his exhaustion was no longer as severe, and he recovered even faster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had stabilized the Transfiguration of “living being” to “living being” at the proficient stage; now, as long as he engraved Runic script according to Professor Tera’s books, all his preparations would be complete.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The better news was that Senior Leon had accidentally given him a sample, so he now had a reference.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean then thought of the Weasleys—they must be selling canary biscuits… which was why Senior Bruce had reaped what he sowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leaving the Transfiguration classroom, Wizard Sean decided to visit the library for ancient Runic texts; he had finished reading Professor Tera’s books but felt something was still missing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, even Professor Tera had given him no clear goal—evident from the strength of the Howler.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the professor seemed to hold higher expectations, which was why she had let him choose his own practice object.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What Wizard Sean did not know was that even the Weasley twins’ canary biscuits had been engraved with runes by the professor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Wizard Sean?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He intended to complete it himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Wizard Sean stepped into the corridor, Fat Lady and Violet Lady surrounded him, gazing at him with cautious, expectant eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It made him feel very strange.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fat Lady, Violet Lady.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He greeted them politely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, oh, of course! Little Green, you and Roland Taylor, oh no!—Little McGonagall…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fat Lady seemed extremely nervous, stammering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Go on! Fat Woman, can’t you see?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Violet Lady quickly pulled Fat Lady away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Roland Taylor?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the second time Wizard Sean had heard that name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Taylor…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking of the surname, he froze in place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Long after, he carefully took out a sheet of paper from his bag; one corner still pressed a dried violet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, his memory flowed back to last winter—nothing particularly memorable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had merely lain in bed for three months, barely dragging his sickly body through the winter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sometimes human willpower is immense enough to grant a body destined to die the strength to cling to life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three months later, he heard a soft chime from his panel and barely managed to get out of bed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The kind old woman who came to care for him then was a volunteer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The evening light of December glowed on Professor McGonagall’s square spectacles, reflecting the dying embers of the fireplace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She lowered her hand; the letter she had just read trembled slightly between her fingers, the ink on the parchment glowing in the firelight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The quill rested beside Wizard Sean’s open notebook, its annotations half-written. Her gaze fell on the photo frame at the desk’s edge—something she had never imagined, never known…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside, heavier snow began to fall; the wind of the Scottish Highlands howled past the castle towers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She removed her glasses and gently pressed her fingertips to her nosebridge. When she looked up again, those ever-sharp eyes glistened with rare tears, turning the flickering flames into tender, aching sparks in her gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The desk, bathed in warmth, stood empty except for a small silver cat figurine and one letter after another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The letters were neither long nor short, yet weighed like boulders crashing through the snow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【I am deeply sorry, Madam McGonagall. You understand—orphans’ homes do not care for children this ill… it does not serve the gentlemen’s interests.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For three months, he was very well-behaved. God be praised, he survived. Madam, I do not mean to bring it up, but he was a very obedient child; if you do not intend to adopt him, please do not send him back to the orphanage. I am powerless to do anything, so I send fifty pounds and a cotton coat—please accept them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Five pounds will buy a ticket to St. Catherine’s Docks; the remaining five pounds, please pass them on to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boy told my mother that with a thick coat and five pounds, he could survive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I have no words left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I am poor, humble, unattractive—but when my soul passes through the grave, my heart will be lighter than a feather.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>May God deliver all to his hands.】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thank you to reader 20240203103124349 and huoyusan’s gift!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thank you to ThunderJoke’s patronage!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three chapters tomorrow at 10:00 AM, four at 10:30 PM (patron bonus).\u003C\u002Fp>",1104,"2026-06-19T10:00:40.768Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","ed5435f1991770782e94355cf053e40c745ccac8786060e5d16e7ca184f1f9b8","hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-154","hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-152",526,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhogwarts-learning-panel-cover.jpg"]