[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-hogwarts-learning-panel":3,"chapter-hogwarts-learning-panel-hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-175":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},2250413,4210,"Chapter 175: The Magic Mirror","hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-175",175,"\u003Cp>In a corner of the corridor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There stood a gleaming suit of armor, atop which sat a cat as black as ink.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The black cat leapt forward and transformed into a young wizard, silently leaving the corridor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sir’s pony trusted the knight’s code more than he did; when he was not entirely sincere—or failed to fully embody knightly spirit—Wizard Sean guessed he could never ride it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he came to check, only to find Sir had tricked the prefect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the Hope Hut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean lit a magical candle on his seat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For two days straight, he read and organized these notes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Admittedly, though the notes were fragmented and sometimes wildly odd—like whether the water from the ancient magical script’s “Spring Water” spell could be drunk…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet they contained sections on advanced Runes that Tera’s notes lacked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Tera’s notes, perhaps fearing Wizard Sean would attempt overly dangerous experiments, references to advanced Runes were scarce.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like Columbus discovering a new continent, Wizard Sean found the most crucial Runes in other notes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were, in fact, case studies of failed wizards—but their failures weren’t meaningless; at least Wizard Sean learned some useful ancient Runes. For instance, in Old Futhark’s Runic poetry, g stood for gift, positivity, miracle; o stood for possession, acquiring things beyond consciousness and experience.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These runes would be helpful in wizarding transformations into magical creatures.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Relying on these notes, Wizard Sean also developed ideas about magical script and materials.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Professor Tera returned, Wizard Sean could begin preparing Catling Cookies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The third evening of the Christmas holiday.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry and Ron suddenly rushed into the Hope Hut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wizard Sean, you have to come with us!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He spoke with serious intent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nightfall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The castle slept. From nearby on the fourth-floor corridor came hushed whispers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Will you put it on, Wizard Sean?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A voice spoke from the air—it was Harry beneath the Invisibility Cloak, with trembling Ron beside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean shook his head and cast a Disillusionment Charm on himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【You practiced the Disillusionment Charm at a proficient level, Skill +10】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He never passed up an opportunity to practice spells.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re…?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry’s eyes widened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I think I read about this—it’s the Disillusionment Charm?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ron gasped, then clapped a hand over his mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three began their mission.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean had no real desire to come—but suddenly he remembered: what if the Mirror showed him books he’d overlooked but deeply longed for?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Memory sometimes deceives, and a quick trip wouldn’t take long.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>December always brought more snow, sometimes biting winds; in the corridor, Ron was shivering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m frozen solid,”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>said Ron,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let’s not search anymore. Let’s go back.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry rasped,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I know it’s somewhere nearby.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three passed a tall wizard’s ghost drifting from the opposite direction but saw no one else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as Ron began whining that his feet were turning to ice, Harry spotted the armor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s here—right here—yes!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They pushed open the door. Harry shrugged off the Invisibility Cloak and sprinted to the mirror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He saw—still there. His mother and father, upon seeing him, beamed with joy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ron froze too; as Harry turned slightly, Ron saw himself wearing the Prefect badge Bill had once worn—holding the House Cup and the Quidditch Cup—was he really the Quidditch team captain?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean silently revealed himself, scanning the room. It looked like an abandoned classroom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Desks and chairs piled against the walls cast thick, dark shadows; there was also an overturned trash bin—but on the wall directly opposite hung something that clearly didn’t belong, as if someone had temporarily placed it there for lack of space.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a grand mirror, reaching to the ceiling, its ornate golden frame resting on two clawed feet. At its top, an inscription: Eris, Strala, Ehrul, Aiteubi, Kafelu, Aiteon, Vohes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean knew that reversed, it read: The Mirror of Erised shows the viewer their deepest, most desperate desire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So what would he see?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean grew curious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, Harry and Ron were still bickering:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You watched it all night yesterday—give me some time now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>said Ron.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re just holding the Quidditch Cup—what’s so great about that? I want to see my parents.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry retorted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t shove me—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh—Ron, didn’t you remember? Wizard Sean!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Merlin—how could I have forgotten!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry and Ron, embarrassed, turned back and quickly made room for Wizard Sean.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean nodded and stepped before the mirror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same moment, a figure slowly emerged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pair of pure, deep green eyes—Wizard Sean gazed into them for a moment, then heard Harry stammer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh no, Wizard Sean, why—why does it just look like a normal mirror now?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only Wizard Sean knew how much the mirror had changed in that instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, the night grew deeper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A black cat slipped back through the shadows, swiftly transforming into a black-robed young wizard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean stared into those green eyes, and the image grew slightly blurred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first scene: an old orphanage, the dead children reappearing;\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>then the towering silhouette of Hogwarts Castle, the Great Hall, every professor’s figure clear—even Dumbledore at the head table blinked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These images flashed past; finally, only a young wizard with black hair and green eyes gazed steadily back at Wizard Sean.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So for you, it’s just an ordinary mirror… Oh, you don’t mind me seeing your past?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A wizard with long, white beard emerged from the shadows, his voice now softer:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The children I saw… are they still alive?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean said, “Headmaster Dumbledore,” then shook his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I grieve for them. But child, I once knew a man who stood in a place just as hateful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had talent, he was exceptional—he, like you, wanted to escape, to rise above, to shine brilliantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But child, why… does happiness satisfy you so easily?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean knew who the Headmaster meant—it was no one else but the Headmaster himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The past is a ghost, Headmaster Dumbledore. To me, it’s insubstantial, without weight. The future holds meaning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…Even imagined futures are unreliable. My intuition has always told me one truth: relying on yourself gives the greatest chance.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dumbledore admitted he had never seen such a remarkable wizard—a resilient life, stumbling toward its own home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He saw the fleeting image of Hogwarts Castle, the unyielding will forged in silence, perhaps even unknown to the boy himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This land had endured ten centuries of desolation and hardness; when the biting wind from the tower sliced at his throat, his mind held only those dazzling green eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>",1075,"2026-06-19T10:00:40.768Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","e47dbc33997082b84ceb1af14f40ce70f919c81a526db734f5598ec86b371ad2","hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-176","hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-174",526,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhogwarts-learning-panel-cover.jpg"]