[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-hogwarts-learning-panel":3,"chapter-hogwarts-learning-panel-hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-289":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},2250527,4210,"Chapter 289: The Sword of Gryffindor","hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-289",289,"\u003Cp>“If you tell me a few things, I won’t do anything to you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean Green held up the crumpled Sorting Hat and said calmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course, of course, I believe in you more than anyone else, young wizard.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Sorting Hat wriggled happily; though surprised by this outcome, it seemed perfectly reasonable to it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m lying.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean stared at it, his expression one of stunned disbelief: “You actually believed that?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Annoying—stubborn Ravenclaw—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Sorting Hat hopped crookedly, as if trying to escape Wizard Sean’s grip, but it was clearly useless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’ve learned to lie! Oh no, you didn’t lie!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Sorting Hat spoke in a strange, rhythmic tone, posing a question.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Bai Yi had already flown in through the window.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean had not lied—the one who wanted to use the Sorting Hat as a nest was not him, but Bai Yi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let it go! I belong on a young wizard’s head, not in a stinking bird’s nest—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Sorting Hat’s mouth stretched open grotesquely. On its crown, Bai Yi flapped its wings, occasionally tapping the hat with its claws, like a cat playing with a mouse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I have a moral duty to give you a proper warning—I never make mistakes, not even with the most difficult wizards.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oh, I must tell you—some Ravenclaws fail every exam, some Hufflepuffs are lazy but possess extraordinary learning talent, some Gryffindors show signs of cowardice…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it doesn’t matter. Yes, it doesn’t matter. What reveals our true selves is our choice—choice matters far more than our abilities.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Don’t doubt it—I am the wisest magical object in the wizarding world; the wisdom of the four founders glimmers along my brim—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Sorting Hat chattered on, trying to prove itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Minerva McGonagall, Filius Flitwick—they both gave me such a hard time back then. Even now, they still fondly wonder: perhaps if things hadn’t turned out that way at those crucial moments, their positions might have been swapped—McGonagall becoming Head of Ravenclaw, and Professor Flitwick becoming Head of Gryffindor.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But guess what? It’s impossible! Look how utterly different they are now—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Sorting Hat shrieked, its voice faint yet piercingly clear to Wizard Sean, as if echoing from within his own mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Legilimency.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean knew why this was happening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I can tell you secrets from ten centuries, but if you make old hat admit it misjudged someone, it’s better off as a bird’s nest.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Sorting Hat prattled on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mr. Sorting Hat, secrets from ten centuries?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean asked, as if struck by sudden insight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course, of course—the Crown of Ravenclaw, the Cup of Hufflepuff, the Sword of Gryffindor—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Sorting Hat’s folds formed eyes, now gleaming with excitement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I can tell you what once existed, what vanished, what survived… but guess what? When you need it, Hogwarts will help you. In this castle, those who need help will always receive it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those who need help will always receive it…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean’s gaze was as calm as a deep Black Lake, its surface veiled in endless, thin mist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, come on—grasp me. I know what you want—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old hat’s faint, raspy voice sounded again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean walked over thoughtfully and took the Sorting Hat from Bai Yi’s claws.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moonlight streamed into the Headmaster’s office; silver objects and Wizard Sean’s eyes both gleamed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hat grew tighter, as if an invisible hand were squeezing it fiercely—Wizard Sean felt he was holding something, a long, rigid object.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course! Of course! You’ll succeed! You’re the Ravenclaw Gryffindor most admires—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old hat shrieked with excitement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But not now—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its shriek vanished instantly. Wizard Sean frowned; his hand withdrew from the hat, palm empty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Remember what old hat said? Hogwarts will always help those worthy of help. The Sword of Gryffindor appears when a true hero needs it. Come back to old hat when you’re ready to fulfill the mission Gryffindor approves.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean ultimately did not obtain the Sword of Gryffindor, but he did not feel rejected by it—he clearly knew he had held it, yet why couldn’t he pull it out…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was it simply not the right time?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Night slipped away quickly; the eastern sky turned pale pink and gold, veiled in thin mist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Great Hall’s ceiling was gray with overcast skies; long tables held bowls of porridge, platters of pickled herring, mountains of sliced bread, and dishes of eggs and bacon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Justin and Hermione showed no smiles all morning; they kept glancing at Wizard Sean, then pretending not to care as they sipped their porridge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wizard Sean, have you completed your Animagus transformation?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, Justin couldn’t hold back and whispered the question.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean was still analyzing something like a magnifying mirror—he planned to make a pair of glasses with multiple light refractions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mm.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean responded, waved his wand, and the mirror-like device was magically disassembled; each part floated in midair, awaiting Wizard Sean’s inspection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, what a pity—I mean, it’s incredible—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hermione closed *Travels with Vampires*, unable to suppress a sigh of regret, then quickly corrected herself after Justin nudged her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean glanced at them in confusion, then returned to studying the lenses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Can we see your Animagus…?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Justin spoke, hundreds of owls burst into the Great Hall, circling and dropping letters and packages onto those talking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A bulky package landed on Neville’s head; then a gray, massive creature tumbled into Hermione’s mug, splashing milk and feathers over them both.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Errol!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ron shouted, grabbing the soggy owl by its legs and pulling it out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Errol lay sprawled on the table, legs dangling in the air, still clutching a waterlogged red envelope in his beak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s a Howler. Oh no.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ron’s face fell completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’d better open it, Ron,”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neville whispered,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not opening it’s worse. My grandmother sent me one once—I ignored it, and then—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He took a breath,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It was terrifying.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The corners of the envelope had begun smoking. Ron extended a trembling hand, carefully plucked the envelope from Errol’s beak, and tore it open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Justin and Hermione were curious about what a Howler was, but then they saw Neville covering his ears—and they immediately understood why.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first they thought it was an explosion—the deafening roar filled the entire Great Hall, shaking dust from the ceiling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“RONALD WEASLEY!”\u003C\u002Fp>",1047,"2026-06-19T10:00:41.888Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","6d8d3cd5eaef0199d28df8e26599a561f4566e5de44dad2d63b7b5504abda4cf","hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-290","hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-288",526,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhogwarts-learning-panel-cover.jpg"]