[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-hogwarts-learning-panel":3,"chapter-hogwarts-learning-panel-hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-217":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},2250455,4210,"Chapter 217: Hogwarts Learning Panel Chapter 95","hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-217",217,"\u003Cp>In the Headmaster's office, Dumbledore's muttering broke a long-held silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was almost entirely targeted at concealment and trolls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nothing is coincidental, especially for a child who does not wander at night yet has learned the Disillusionment Charm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had sensed the danger long ago...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This danger could only come from the room on the fourth floor, and to reach the troll encounter alone, his excellence was beyond doubt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This meant he had passed at least four trials.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet he said nothing... quite interesting, isn't it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If such behavior made Dumbledore uneasy, then adding the name \"Green\" to it, coupled with his constant lurking beside the troll...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dumbledore chuckled softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps the entire Hogwarts castle lay within his grasp—he, the greatest white wizard of the century—yet this Green... he had already done everything within his power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Albus, you are imagining him as one of those heinous wizards...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A calm and gentle voice arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh—Headmistress Devent, forgive an old man's excessive worries; when one grows old, one's vision fails... The weather is fine; where have my Lemon Drops gone?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Perhaps in your woolen socks?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lady Devent said softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh—of course, of course, my woolen socks.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Dumbledore's hands was a pair of thick socks; merely touching them conveyed softness and warmth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What made his mustache twitch upward even more was that there was not just one pair—all from that little Green.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Happy Halloween. Thank you for your generous help.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dumbledore's blue eyes narrowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who could dislike a child who knows how to repay kindness?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dungeons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chill seeped from the stone walls. The Potions classroom felt colder than anywhere else; the damp cold seemed to have weight, pressing heavily upon the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beads of water condensed on the walls, trickling slowly down the rough stone surfaces, reflecting the torchlight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many ingredients in the storage cabinets had become exceptionally fragile in the dampness. Professor Snape's private storeroom door remained tightly shut, yet faint potion scents still seeped through the cracks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amidst that unchanging gray and white, some candies, a packaged box, and a blue notebook stood out starkly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It seems you received some gifts too, Severus?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The visitor was an old man with a long, white beard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wore purple robes, his tone lacking any teasing, instead carrying a faint concern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hmph—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professor Snape unhesitatingly showed Dumbledore out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the dungeon entrance, Sir Cadogan was enjoying dinner with two or three monks, several former Hogwarts headmasters, and his fat little gray zebra.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pushed his helmet up, raising a jug of mead to toast Headmaster Dumbledore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Happy—er—Halloween! Headmaster Dumbledore, didn't he see your woolen socks?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sir Cadogan shouted,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What a pity...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the dungeons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snape, abandoning his earlier anger and irritability, now felt merely vexed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pointless gift, useful only for tightening the bond between fools and facilitating their idiotic actions, nothing more...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He opened the package.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside were carefully selected nettles and porcupine quills of varying lengths, packed into a small bottle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside the bottle lay a notebook detailing Wizard Sean's latest progress with the Guidance Method.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though not extensive, it was substantial enough, the result of Wizard Sean spending considerable time experimenting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snape flicked his wand, sending the candies flying to land \"accidentally\" in a small compartment of the glass cabinet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he opened the letter:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Sometimes, viewing problems with hope brings greater clarity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professor, I found some decent materials among a pile of inferior ones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though few, they exist nonetheless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the way,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professor Snape, Happy Halloween]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So many words it felt fake...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snape snorted, tossing the letter into his own bag.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Emerging from the dungeons, Wizard Sean's breath formed white vapor, rising and falling rhythmically.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Come in, child.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professor McGonagall still sat in her high-backed chair; the only difference was that the mountainous piles of homework and various complicated documents had vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only an owl remained, arriving with a letter; it shook its head, rustling off a few snowflakes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean found this quite amusing; he flicked his wand, and the snowflakes danced along with it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hoot?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The owl tilted its head, landed on Wizard Sean's shoulder, and rubbed its round face against him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not good, Wizard Sean thought; when he returns later, Mr. Owl will surely shriek again:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Little wizard! Unfaithful little wizard! You smell of another owl!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It sounded as though Wizard Sean had betrayed it somehow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Child, come here.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professor McGonagall said suddenly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean silently approached; he had expected the professor to question him about the troll, yet she did not mention it at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She simply took his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Listen, child, protecting friends is important, but so is protecting yourself.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crackling of the fireplace grew louder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Standing before the hearth, Wizard Sean began his practice of transforming objects into \"magic.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His wand moved, and the flames leaped like sprites; at one accidental moment,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean suddenly recalled the scene where the professor conjured the fire salamander.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He flipped through the professor's notes; sure enough, that section was there, with detailed arrangements regarding the transformation specifics of the fire salamander.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean had assumed this belonged to advanced material, yet some strange intuition compelled him to try—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[You practiced an advanced Transfiguration spell to an entry-level standard; Proficiency +100]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A lizard-shaped flame immediately sprang forth!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Within magical creatures lie circuits perfectly attuned to magic; gifted wizards can perceive them]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as Wizard Sean read the professor's notes, a slight smile touching his lips, Professor McGonagall was reading a letter sent from afar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Respected Minerva McGonagall:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When I received your letter, I could hardly believe it; that child, the child blessed by God, had not been deceived after all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Forgive my skepticism; I have seen too many such cases. Even though life deceives us repeatedly, we in the Croydon district still choose to believe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For there can be no worse outcome.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I cannot know how much effort you expended to find me—I know those cruel people never reply—they would prefer never to receive letters, so they need not face those poor children.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Regardless, your kind heart is sufficient.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If you require more information about that child, please tell me; I have volunteered in Holise for a long time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I look forward to your further replies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yours faithfully: Roland Taylor]\u003C\u002Fp>",1035,"2026-06-19T10:00:41.888Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","e8ef5e566bbce6d14b01bcc73340c4cd93d700cd7e059528adde86c5c127ef60","hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-218","hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-216",526,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhogwarts-learning-panel-cover.jpg"]