[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-hogwarts-learning-panel":3,"chapter-hogwarts-learning-panel-hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-168":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},2250406,4210,"Chapter 168: Ceremony","hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-168",168,"\u003Cp>“Wizard Sean and Harry’s are better than ours,”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fred said, running his hand over Harry’s sweater,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Clearly, Mum cares more for people who aren’t her own.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why don’t you put yours on, Ron?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>George asked,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Come on, put it on—it’s beautiful and warm.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t like maroon.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ron grumbled half-jokingly, pulling the sweater over his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your sweater doesn’t have a letter,”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>George said,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“She probably figured you wouldn’t forget your own name. We’re not stupid—we’re the ones she keeps calling Joe-red and Fred-ge.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What are you two fussing about? Oh, Mr. Green.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Percy Weasley walked over, seemingly to make small talk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his hand was a package—he was clearly unwrapping his Christmas gift, and a bulky sweater already hung over his arm, which Fred snatched away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“‘P’ stands for Prefect! Put it on, Percy, hurry up—we’re all wearing ours.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I—don’t—want—to—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He mumbled, but the twins didn’t care—they shoved the sweater over Percy’s head, knocking his glasses askew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You two!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Percy chased after the Weasley twins again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Well, that’s not the point…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ron sighed, nudging Harry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry was mindlessly reaching for a box.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Harry, wait until you get to the Room of Requirement to open it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean guessed what it was and quickly stopped him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh… oh…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry snapped back to himself, giving Wizard Sean a grateful look.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mind was full of the joy of sharing secrets with his friends—Wizard Sean surely knew more than they did. But he nearly forgot: he only wanted Wizard Sean to know, not everyone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The refreshments consisted of turkey sandwiches, toasted crumpets, wine-soaked fruit pudding, and Christmas cake. Though Wizard Sean felt nothing, after eating them, Harry and Ron both grew drowsy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is just lunch… I heard dinner will have eight hundred barrels of honeywine and the Weird Sisters singing…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ron said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Harry pulled out the invisibility cloak, everyone fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a silvery, liquid-like substance that slid to the floor and pooled, shimmering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This… is my father’s.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry clutched the note, stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He must love you very much, Harry. You should use it first.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean said, and Ron’s petty jealousy vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes, Harry should use it himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It seemed Harry would soon be sneaking out at night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean thought—unless he misremembered, this night’s stroll would lead Harry to the Mirror of Erised.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean wasn’t curious about the Mirror of Erised; the magic he most desired, he already had.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the Christmas holiday arrived, young witches and wizards ran wild.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Wizard Sean always had more important things to do, so he left the Room of Requirement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Harry, Harry… don’t you think Wizard Sean’s talking more now… like just now—he wouldn’t have said so much…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ron elbowed Harry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Really? Maybe…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Wizard Sean’s odd behavior was tied to the same reason the professors had all vanished unusually.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Headmaster’s office.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dumbledore beamed, especially as he watched the Potions professor stare at the kettle for over ten minutes—his eyes grew even more mischievous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dumbledore suddenly sighed,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snape instinctively glanced at the door, then shot Dumbledore a furious glare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You should see Madam Pomfrey about your throat, Albus.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He growled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The person I’ve been wanting to see lately isn’t Poppy… it’s your letter, Minerva.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dumbledore’s beard bristled completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Minerva McGonagall nervously took the letter from the owl’s claw—it was a Ministry notice, informing them the ceremony was about to begin, and all must attend.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not just her—Professor Snape, Professor Flitwick, Professor Sprout, and others had received the same.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dumbledore stared at the letter; his gaze seemed to pierce through Hogwarts’ ancient walls, seeing the wizard who had run here in panic, transforming into a cat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Black cats—what do you think of black cats? As lucky statues for the third floor?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dumbledore winked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I see your taste remains as dreadful as ever, Albus.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snape said coldly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lucky black cats.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professor McGonagall gave a slight nod.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dumbledore interlaced his fingers and laughed merrily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He neither confirmed nor denied, only gave Professor Snape a long, meaningful look.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the stone gargoyle outside the Headmaster’s office.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A black cat leapt into the air and suddenly transformed into a small wizard in a black robe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean again had no password; he was about to try a Cockroach Cluster when the gargoyle leapt aside eagerly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wall behind it split open instantly, revealing a slowly ascending spiral staircase.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He’s here—oh my goodness—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fat Lady suddenly dashed into the portrait inside the Headmaster’s office.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Elegance, my dear lady—the more urgent the moment, the more elegant you must remain.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sir Cadogan rode his pony proudly, comforting Fat Lady.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Madame Violette also wore a grand white gown, pulling Fat Lady close as they both watched the door anxiously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then the brass door knocker shaped like a griffin was pulled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A head appeared, then a long black robe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What an exhilarating moment—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dumbledore stood, wearing the same robe from the Start-of-Term Feast, draped in a purple cloak that swept the floor, and boots with buckles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind his half-moon spectacles, his bright blue eyes gleamed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then, I shall announce—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Now—I declare—the ‘Special Adoption Decree Issued Jointly by Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and the Ministry of Magic’ is effective immediately!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dumbledore winked at Wizard Sean.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Wizard Sean was suddenly embraced by Professor McGonagall, who arrived gracefully, almost running.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had once run like that himself—now—the wind whistling past his ears grew louder still.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professor Flitwick clapped vigorously; Professor Sprout smiled like a winter sun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean didn’t know how he left the Headmaster’s office, only that Hogwarts was now drizzling, and he stood inside the castle, with shelter from the rain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the Headmaster’s desk, a list had changed:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Wizard Sean Green, Guardian: Minerva McGonagall; Severus Snape】\u003C\u002Fp>",957,"2026-06-19T10:00:40.768Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","d4fb4fd7a9c2a70b2426cd4604c407da6d7d5191a1d5cf88912723a2c0889cdf","hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-169","hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-167",526,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhogwarts-learning-panel-cover.jpg"]