[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-hogwarts-learning-panel":3,"chapter-hogwarts-learning-panel-hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-260":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},2250498,4210,"Chapter 260","hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-260",260,"\u003Cp>“What are you trying to do!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vernon shouted,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re using that damn thing again—let me see!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He snatched Harry’s letter, but all he saw was “I don’t want to be here,” before the paper airplane slipped through his fingers and began a lopsided flight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah! What is this!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vernon stared in horror as the paper airplane wobbled away into the distance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I warned you! I won’t tolerate your freakish tricks in my house!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He blustered, but the next moment his face paled, for an owl shot through the dining room window like a whirlwind, dropped a letter onto his head, and vanished as swiftly as it came.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After reading it, Vernon roared, his small eyes gleaming with demonic light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Read this!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He waved the owl-delivered letter, speaking venomously,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Take it—read it!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry took the letter, which contained only:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Mr. Potter: We have received a report that at 3:12 p.m. today, you used a Hover Charm at your residence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You are aware that underage wizards are prohibited from using magic outside of school; should you repeat such behavior, you risk expulsion from this school (The Decree for the Reasonable Restriction of Underage Sorcery, 1875, Section Three).\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Also remember, under Article Thirteen of the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy, any magical activity that draws the attention of non-magical persons (Muggles) constitutes a serious offense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wishing you a pleasant summer!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mafalda Hopkirk,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ministry of Magic, Office for the Detection and Confiscation of Illegal Magical Artifacts】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He used magic? When?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry froze, suddenly recalling the floating lamp and the little monster’s face he’d seen in the tree.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he could think further,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vernon lunged at Harry like a massive bulldog, teeth bared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah, I’ve got news for you, boy… I’m locking you up… you’ll never go back to that school… never… if you use magic to escape—they’ll expel you!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He meant every word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hired someone to install iron bars on Harry’s window, and personally fitted a trapdoor over the bedroom door, turning the space into something like a prison cell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He crushed Harry’s hope.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Time passed slowly; the street was soaked by rain, and Harry knew the Dursleys would never show mercy by letting him out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He also knew that the damned monster outside would never let him go—he even suspected the creature was Voldemort’s agent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Think about it: the monster wanted him trapped here forever. In the end, he’d either fail to return to school and be expelled from Hogwarts, or he’d break down, use magic, and still be expelled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who would be the happiest?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only the Dursleys and Voldemort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gazed at the distant, dim horizon, where clouds hung like waterlogged gray sponges.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Faint, indistinct shapes loomed there; Harry’s eyes were filled with worry. If he couldn’t use magic, and that little monster was watching him—what would En do?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And him—why did he always get into trouble?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Overcome by sorrow, Harry’s consciousness faded; his final mental image held nothing on the horizon, no one at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unconsciously, he fell asleep—restlessly. He dreamed he was on display in a zoo, a sign on his cage reading “Young Wizard.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>People peered through the iron bars; he lay on straw, starving and near death. Among the crowd, he saw Dobby’s face. Dobby cried: “Harry Potter will spend his life locked in a cage!” Then he vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he saw the Dursleys—Dudley shook the cage bars and laughed at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Harry.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He heard a mature voice speak, its tone continuous; he opened his eyes, and moonlight streamed through the window bars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A black cat stood between the bars, its fur dyed silver by the moonlight; the voice came from a button nestled in its fur.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re awake. Let’s go.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The black cat was still speaking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m having another dream…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry murmured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he saw the cat leap—and transform into a wizard he knew all too well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The cat turned into En—that’s impossible—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry thought he was still dreaming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Stop being foolish.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The En before him said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“En doesn’t sound like that, wouldn’t speak like this, and you didn’t even open your mouth.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry lay back down and closed his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>En was momentarily speechless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had arrived long ago, but avoided Dobby to prevent entanglement, waiting until the house-elf vanished before appearing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He waited a while, until Harry pinched his own arm and leapt from the bed:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s not a dream!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What do we do now?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry looked at En with worry—he had only just accepted that this was truly En.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he realized his fears were nothing to En.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The iron bars dissolved under a potion En used; outside the window, two brooms waited.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The brooms were enchanted with multiple spells: windproofing, auto-navigation, auto-flight, and more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, Harry left the prison as if in a dream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At night, the rain had stopped; En was reading Professor Dumbledore’s notes, while Harry hesitated, wanting to speak but holding back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sorry,”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry said,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I keep dragging you into this. I’m such a burden.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lowered his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since arriving at Hogwarts, he’d always been helped… En, despite barely knowing him, lent him notes, welcomed him into the Hope Hut, and led them against Voldemort when he attacked… yet Harry always brought trouble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had given so little in return…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching Harry’s cautious demeanor, En recalled the dark, cramped space beneath the stairs—pitch-black, crawling with spiders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He remembered the cold canned soup Petunia had brought Harry—barely any food inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sighed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Harry, why ask that? You’ve already suffered enough.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though bathed in moonlight, Harry saw nothing clearly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew he would never forget this day, this rain, this voice telling him… Harry, it’s alright. I’ll help, because you need help.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Leaky Cauldron had arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pub stood on a Muggle street in Charing Cross Road, London, its exterior dim and dilapidated, built in Victorian Tudor style.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>En retracted the broom, sending Harry’s to auto-pilot toward the Trick Shop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he and Harry stepped inside, where many were waiting for them.\u003C\u002Fp>",995,"2026-06-19T10:00:41.888Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","6d3cd32af83cd7770b35166115fe65f4dc1cc103b84e30b8d402cc58149de365","hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-261","hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-259",526,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhogwarts-learning-panel-cover.jpg"]