[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-hogwarts-learning-panel":3,"chapter-hogwarts-learning-panel-hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-258":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},2250496,4210,"Chapter 258: The Delivered Letter","hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-258",258,"\u003Cp>Diagonal Alley.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In front of Wei Wei Silai and Green Magic Tricks Shop, people came and went; on the left side of the shop, Hemin’s face showed visible anxiety:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Has En replied? Justin? What happened to Harry?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t worry too much, Hemin. Whatever happens, we’ll handle it… First, let’s hear En’s thoughts.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Justin comforted her,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Have Ron and Neville arrived?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No sooner had he spoken than Ron emerged, dusty and grimy, from a fireplace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What happened to Harry?! Good heavens! Where’s En?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ron wiped his face but failed to see the figure he hoped to find.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Watch out, Ron!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Hemin cried out, Justin reached out and pulled Ron to his side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was Neville who had appeared in the fireplace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He coughed twice upon entering, spitting out soot from his mouth:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My grandmother refused to let me come at all—until I mentioned En’s name…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His words drew everyone’s attention back toward the horizon, as if waiting for something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Farther away, Bai Yi flew through layers of white clouds, carrying a letter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>En, who had just sent the letter, was deep in thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It seemed the free elf Dobby had appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had locked Harry inside the house, because next year at Hogwarts would be even more dangerous…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking of this, En found it somewhat amusing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Headmaster Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall said Hogwarts was the safest place in the world, yet every year Harry emerged covered in dust and grime.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>First year: facing a troll and Voldemort; second year: facing the Basilisk; third year: Hogwarts infiltrated by an “escapee”…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the final books, Hogwarts had become the site of the final battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps Hogwarts’s safety, like the position of the Dark Arts Defense professor, was cursed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>En took out a stack of white paper—Professor Taila’s paper airplanes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter when or where, they could deliver messages.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was said the Ministry’s paper airplanes were inferior versions of this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shorthand quill scribbled swiftly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Harry, we’ve noticed you seem not to have received our letters. All letters have vanished for no reason.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But don’t worry—once you receive this letter, use this white paper to reply to me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This white paper has special magic; it will carry your letter to me. If you encounter any problems, tell me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—Wizard Sean Green.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching the paper airplane wobble through the wall and fly away, En prepared to seek out Professor McGonagall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Justin’s second letter had just arrived—he needed to go to Diagonal Alley.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The living room of the villa.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professor McGonagall sipped her steaming black tea when she saw the young wizard descending the stairs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this hour, the child should still be immersed in Transfiguration…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She sensed something, and as the young wizard approached, she held back her excitement, forcing herself to remain calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Professor, I’d like to go to Diagonal Alley.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The brooch said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professor McGonagall nodded—no matter what, the child had finally been willing to speak to her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Go then, child. Shall I come with you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>En shook his head, his gaze toward the distance deep and unreadable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry and the Dursleys… their relationship was extremely complex.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One mistake after another had tangled together into a knot too messy to unravel, yet too inseparable to cut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The carriage kicked up dust, moving farther from the farm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You should have asked more questions—if it happens again like last time…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the farmhouse villa, Marcus fell silent for a long while before speaking these words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His face was calm, but his body trembled slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Far away at Hogwarts, the Dark Lord sought to return—and the one who would stop his plot was this child, still clearly immature before his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You know many things are dangerous. Promise me, no matter what, watch over him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Marcus’s final words faded into the wind; the sound of the carriage outside the villa had also grown quiet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Number Four, Privet Drive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every day, Harry could only stare out the window.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As soon as he arrived home, Uncle Vernon locked his spellbook, wand, robes, cauldron, and his brand-new Firebolt 2000 broom into the small, dark cupboard under the stairs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether Harry would be kicked off the school Quidditch team for not practicing all summer was of no concern to the Dursleys.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry hadn’t done any homework—he couldn’t turn it in when school resumed. What did that matter to them?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the owl Hedwig was locked in her cage, forbidden to send letters to anyone in the magical world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking at Hedwig in her cage, Harry felt as if he, too, was imprisoned in that dark, damp compartment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ha! Freak! Even your freak friends haven’t written you a letter—just admit it, no one cares about you!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A fat boy with pinkish-white skin stood in the hallway, forcing a disgusting smile as he mocked. But after Harry stared at him for a moment, he grew frightened and stammered:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What are you looking at?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m thinking which spell to use to set you on fire.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dudley stumbled backward several steps, his chubby face twisted with terror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Y-you can’t—Dad said you’re not allowed to use magic—he said he’d kick you out—you’ve got nowhere to go, no friends to take you in—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Gigglebockley!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry snapped sharply,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hawkspox… Chigley-gigley…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“M-Mom!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dudley screamed, stumbling into the house,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“M-Mom! He’s doing it again!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even after scaring off Dudley, Harry’s mood didn’t improve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dudley was right—no one had sent him a letter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ron hadn’t, Hemin hadn’t, not even Justin, who had insisted everyone write to each other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could tell himself perhaps En and Neville weren’t good at this—but what about Ron? Hemin? Justin?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unless the “everyone” they meant didn’t include him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew his friends wouldn’t do this—but he couldn’t stop himself from thinking it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Worse still, because he’d tricked Dudley and frightened him, he’d soon have to face Aunt Petunia’s revenge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe cleaning windows, washing the car, trimming the lawn, tending the flowerbeds, pruning and watering the roses, repainting the garden bench—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he didn’t care anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Aunt Petunia screamed downstairs, Harry’s mood had sunk to its lowest point—until—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A paper airplane, wobbling slowly, flew through the branches of the trees outside the window.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It paused suddenly, as if something had blocked its path—but still it stubbornly wobbled to Harry’s side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry felt a volcano erupting inside him—he knew exactly what this was!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>During the crisis in the Forbidden Forest, En had always used this to communicate with them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hadn’t been forgotten!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>En had sent a letter!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He eagerly opened it, and soon his eyes grew wet:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Harry, we’ve noticed you seem not to have received our letters. All letters have vanished for no reason.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But don’t worry—once you receive this letter, use this white paper to reply to me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This white paper has special magic; it will carry your letter to me. If you encounter any problems, tell me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—Wizard Sean Green】\u003C\u002Fp>",1143,"2026-06-19T10:00:41.888Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","6b9868019d80c4f8a0e41ac0d387c752832dd2f379e6ede75e88e38e2c0147bb","hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-259","hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-257",526,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhogwarts-learning-panel-cover.jpg"]