[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-hogwarts-learning-panel":3,"chapter-hogwarts-learning-panel-hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-181":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},2250419,4210,"Chapter 181: Mastering the Animagus Technique","hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-181",181,"\u003Cp>When Wizard Sean returned, the conversation inside the small villa resumed:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Minerva, let him decide, alright? Before that, I want to teach him something.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“As you say, Marcus.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then the two parted ways.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean, who had been stuck downstairs, also went upstairs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh? Where did this cat come from?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before leaving, Wizard Sean heard one final question from downstairs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>……\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of the best ways for an elder wizard to bond with a younger one is to teach him magic, but Marcus McGonagall found he had seemingly lost this opportunity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What on earth have you taught him?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Marcus McGonagall burst out of the room in disarray, utterly frustrated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He’s exceptionally gifted.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Minerva McGonagall sipped her tea; she had been away from here so long, she hadn’t tasted her brother’s tea in ages.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Truly…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Marcus thought about it, an uncontainable smile crept onto his lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good thing I still have a few hidden tricks…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He plopped down beside Minerva, watching the steam blur the elm windows and the farm scenery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The largest room upstairs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mr. Green?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bard knocked on the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you’re in, we’re coming in.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sarah whispered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You need permission too, Sarah.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zoe corrected her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, I forgot—if you’re in and you agree—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sarah amended quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the room was already empty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>During the fifteen waking hours of the young McGonagalls, fourteen of them wanted to find him; Wizard Sean quietly slipped away—of course, in cat form.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he used the biscuits more often, his understanding of transformation deepened; now he could remain a black cat for half an hour straight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He also noticed his control over his body was increasing, and seemed to surpass that of an ordinary cat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Green?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without warning, Wizard Sean was lifted up; he leapt away and returned to his wizard form.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Professor McGonagall.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professor McGonagall seemed much more relaxed here than in the castle, but seeing him revert, she appeared slightly disappointed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You felt it? A wizard’s Animagus form isn’t merely a simple animal transformation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A cat’s speed is about twenty-five miles per hour (forty kilometers), but a wizard’s Animagus can easily reach the limit of thirty miles per hour (forty-eight kilometers)—sometimes even higher. Magic isn’t fully gone, child.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You must learn to master these abilities; sometimes they yield unexpected results.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professor McGonagall explained gently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, two cats appeared beneath the beech tree: Wizard Sean was learning animal-body control techniques from the professor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For example, cats can slip through tiny gaps—Wizard Sean couldn’t.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For example, cats use whiskers to enhance perception—Wizard Sean couldn’t.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For example, the professor could even outpace cars on the highway (about fifty kilometers per hour)—Wizard Sean still couldn’t.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sunlight scattered across the soil and rice fields; a black cat lay panting atop a pile of straw.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Honey-colored sunlight coated his fur, warm enough to nearly melt him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside him, the tabby cat watched him gracefully, her vertical pupils filled with human-like delight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Winter sunlight is always more precious than in other seasons, turning the rice fields into paintings inside Hogwarts Castle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Marcus McGonagall didn’t dare blink, holding his breath behind the forklift.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>……\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Days in the McGonagall family passed quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One morning, an owl flew in through the window, its beak clutching countless newspapers—not just the Daily Prophet, but even Muggle papers like The Guardian, The Independent, and The Times.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The McGonagall household always set aside a portion for Wizard Sean, whether he needed it or not, so he would occasionally take a moment to read.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Times had a serious front page: large photos of Gulf War aircraft, solemn headlines analyzing and promoting the situation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Below the front page, it reported that the traditional “orphanage” model had fully shifted toward “small-scale family-style care.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beneath all the lofty words, everyone knew this was a classic case of “shifting the burden”: for local governments in impoverished areas, shutting down costly, hard-to-operate care facilities and outsourcing them meant shedding a heavy fiscal burden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though they knew private institutions might cut service quality for profit, under the fiscal and political pressures of the time, they called it the only option.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ha—those pig-like beasts, they clearly don’t care.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Marcus McGonagall seemed indignant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean flipped the paper and saw news about Hollyse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The day before his final day at the McGonagall household, Wizard Sean would return to Hogwarts tomorrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He felt time was slipping away; he stroked the fluffy head of the silver-white owl:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Faster.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The owl rubbed his palm, then spread its wings and flew off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“White Owl,” Wizard Sean’s owl, flew faster than any other owl; when it landed on a deserted London street and returned to its former owner’s hands, the sun hadn’t yet reached its zenith.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Faster.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its former owner had given it the same instruction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So by noon, Wizard Sean received a letter from Roland Taylor:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Dear Wizard Sean Green,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Child, are you certain you wish to do this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I will wait at King’s Cross Station this afternoon, hoping for your arrival—or your refusal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—Yours faithfully, Roland Taylor]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean quietly tucked the letter away; the McGonagall farm was not far from London, and with some transport, he could make a round trip quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he set off; wind howled past his ears as he sat in a carriage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was completely free in the McGonagall household—in every way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Croydon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The streets here were always piled with trash; beside peeling paint on doors, a faded sign reading “Oak Tree Children’s Home” hung crookedly, shedding dust in the wind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean had traveled through Diagon Alley, then to King’s Cross Station, and finally appeared here with Ms. Roland Taylor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He took one last look at the surroundings, then left as Ms. Taylor’s gaze grew blurry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His wallet had emptied; he had to sell the Undetectable Extension Bag just to scrape together enough money.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t a hard decision to make—just like the conversation at King’s Cross Station:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are you certain? Child, if I run this orphanage, you won’t gain any profit—even…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Wizard Sean’s eyes shone brightly; he smiled slightly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m simply repeating what once happened.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Roland Taylor’s vision blurred completely; she hadn’t expected hope to come from the most barren soil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One more chapter—Deer is still writing.\u003C\u002Fp>",1034,"2026-06-19T10:00:40.768Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","525e59d4ad77cd8da3062b1480c305d6c0f1c33b6d3d9a91b74da30ee9386d11","hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-182","hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-180",526,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhogwarts-learning-panel-cover.jpg"]