[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-hogwarts-learning-panel":3,"chapter-hogwarts-learning-panel-hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-3":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},2231979,4210,"Chapter 3: Hogwarts Learning Panel Chapter 2","hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-3",3,"\u003Cp>\"What kind of hard life have I been living until now?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So three practice attempts could yield one correct practice session,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>so wizards could actually perceive the pronunciation of spells,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>for instance, \"Scourgify\"; he had always thought it was \"Scour—g—ify,\" but just moments ago, a sudden thought struck him: why couldn't it be \"S—cour—g—ify\"?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, in some mysterious state, he earned his first [Proficient] rank.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A full ten points of proficiency!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Progress that had once taken him five days,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he achieved in five seconds!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No wonder this was called the talented magical world; he was finally beginning to understand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tomorrow was when Professor McGonagall would come to fetch him; he hoped to perform well enough, at least meeting the minimum standard for the scholarship.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Speaking of which, what was the scholarship standard for first-year young wizards at Hogwarts?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sean didn't know, but he would definitely reach it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For no other reason than that he was poor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As long as he persevered in studying magic, he would surely stand at the peak of the magical world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harboring beautiful fantasies about the future, Sean fell into a deep sleep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>September 1, 1991.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a special day; Sean was leaving the orphanage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He briskly packed his belongings: only two undershirts and two pairs of trousers were still barely usable, while the rest were either too large or too small.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he dragged his cheap suitcase to the doorway, he was surprised to discover just how little belonged to him in the orphanage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sean, you'd better not come rolling back because you can't afford the tuition and fees! If you do, you'll be in for a treat!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Caretaker Anna twisted her obese body, her tone still sharp and mean.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don't trouble yourself on my account, Aunt Square! I hope you don't get rolled out due to recent layoffs! But given your performance, you're definitely going to be unemployed!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Having said this, Sean darted to the door, leaving behind only Caretaker Anna's shrill curses,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>which Sean didn't understand, assuming she was simply cursing at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Phew—finally able to properly talk back to that cylinder; it was she who turned a blind eye to the original body's severe illness, making her one of the chief culprits behind the original body's death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this world, no one knew of the original body's death; Sean, who had transmigrated from another world, was the only one who knew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cursing her fiercely was merely collecting interest on behalf of the original body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under normal circumstances, this would have been unthinkable, yet now he did it without hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Good heavens, Sean, what has gotten into you? You're truly remarkable, you rascal!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a smile, Sean jogged to the peeling paint door, where the faded plaque reading \"Oak Children's Home\" hung crookedly, shaking off dust in the wind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Below the plaque,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professor McGonagall stood wearing square glasses, her black curly hair tied up in a high bun, dressed in dark green robes that, paired with her Scottish plaid shirt, projected a serious aura.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet when she saw the frail Sean running toward her, the corners of her mouth still lifted slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Professor McGonagall, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sean jogged all the way to where Professor McGonagall stood; his health was poor, and he had to gasp for breath after just a few steps, yet he always ran to meet her like this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had been the same during their last shopping trip; when Professor McGonagall asked the reason, the little boy had replied in a barely audible voice:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Important people are worth running to see.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The older cat-lady said nothing aloud, but her heart melted completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You may take it slower, Mr. Green; we have plenty of time.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professor McGonagall's voice was not as stern as her expression; she gently took Sean's hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But she suddenly noticed that this frail little boy was looking at her with careful attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"S—cour—g—ify.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Sean waved his wand, the dust on Professor McGonagall's hair vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Dirty things shouldn't be... on your head.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sean was still panting; after performing this, his breathing became even more labored, his voice very soft yet stubborn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professor McGonagall gazed at Sean somewhat absentmindedly, surprise and gratification flashing in her eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A competent Cleaning Charm; how long did it take you to learn it, Mr. Green?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professor McGonagall asked while gently holding his hand and walking forward slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I only learned it yesterday, Professor.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sean stopped panting; he hung his head low, his tone revealing caution and lack of confidence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You did very well, Mr. Green; it seems you truly can earn that scholarship.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Noticing that caution, Professor McGonagall smiled as she offered these words of encouragement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sean remained silent, merely lifting his head to gaze at Professor McGonagall with bright, shining eyes before quickly looking away again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside, he was already popping champagne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Knowing Professor McGonagall's character, once she said those words, half the scholarship was already in his pocket; although pretending to be a pitiful orphan was somewhat immoral, for the sake of the scholarship and escaping the deadly orphanage to survive, Sean had no choice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His body still needed rest and recovery, and the scholarship was the money he had the most hope of earning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sure enough, in the next sentence, Professor McGonagall revealed news about the scholarship.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Headmaster Dumbledore has approved it: if you achieve excellence in all seven subjects within the first month, you will be granted a scholarship of six hundred Jin Jialong.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professor McGonagall calmly delivered the news that sent Sean's heart surging, looking at the little boy beside her as if waiting for his smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unexpectedly, Sean only lowered his head even further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a long while, his voice finally rose, faint and weak:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Thank you, Professor; actually, I know from books that Hogwarts offers no scholarships for first-year young wizards; thank you for your efforts in allowing me to study magic.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After speaking these words, he fell silent again,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>for these were his true feelings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professor McGonagall was stunned for a moment; then, just like her smile, her heart slowly softened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is what you deserve, Mr. Green; you need not thank me for such things.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She glanced casually at Sean, only to collide for the third time with his cautious, stolen glance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How long have you been practicing spells?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before reaching the platform, Professor McGonagall asked this final question.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Thirteen hours, Professor.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sean answered honestly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"In total?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Professor's eyes flickered, seeming somewhat heavy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Every day.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The train station was bustling with noise; Sean dragged his heavy suitcase, struggling to weave through the crowded throng.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The platform behind that wall leads to the Hogwarts Express; do not be afraid, just rush through, Mr. Green.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professor McGonagall's words lingered in his mind; looking at that solid wall, even though he knew nothing would go wrong, Sean still felt some worry, but thinking that Professor McGonagall might still be watching, he gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and merged into the wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But to a certain older cat-lady, Sean showed no hesitation at all before charging straight into that wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That child trusts you greatly, Minerva.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An old voice appeared beside Professor McGonagall,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Achieving excellence in all seven subjects is no simple task; do you believe he can do it?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Out of some personal amusement, a certain White Dark Lord asked this question with a chuckle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Albus, even if only one person in all of Hogwarts could achieve it, I believe that person would be Sean.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professor McGonagall's gaze was firm; she was still immersed in those words about thirteen hours every day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even during her most obsessive periods, forgetting food and sleep, she could not maintain such intensity of study for two consecutive months.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Let alone that group of young wizards at Hogwarts who spent all day causing trouble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sean is a pitiful child, and also an... obedient and sensible child; he deserves that scholarship.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professor McGonagall fell silent for a moment before making this assessment.\u003C\u002Fp>",1328,"2026-06-18T04:37:14.403Z",1,"Qwen3.5 397B","d23608f0cb36b81202dd41320f9ae4cfe172bf5828c9b3c4c749cfffbc28ff45","hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-4","hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-2",4,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhogwarts-learning-panel-cover.jpg"]