[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-hogwarts-learning-panel":3,"chapter-hogwarts-learning-panel-hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-317":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},2250555,4210,"Chapter 317","hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-317",317,"\u003Cp>The day after Halloween.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hogwarts always had its rumors, especially about Hagrid—there was no spell in the world that could make him keep his mouth shut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So when the first rays of morning sunlight fell upon the Great Hall, Hagrid let slip again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hagrid? Where are you off to?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the head table, Professor McGonagall narrowed her eyes—Hagrid was unusually cheerful today.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He cradled a giant pumpkin, its insides steaming with pumpkin juice mixed with soft oatmeal and unidentifiable fruit pulp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His bulky frame filled the entire seat, and when he stood up beaming, the whole table shook.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah, dear Professor McGonagall, yes, I must throw a party for my little heroes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You wouldn’t believe—no, you couldn’t imagine—since first year, dear Green has always been...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, glistening droplets clung to his beard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, really?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professor McGonagall’s kind smile slowly faded; her blue eyes fixed on Hagrid as she asked softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Little Green, of course, adores pumpkin juice... I must go, Professor McGonagall, or it’ll grow cold with the wind.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hagrid seemed to sense something—he knew only one thing now: leave quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Great Hall was decorated with hundreds of candlelit pumpkins, a swarm of fluttering live bats, and many orange banners ablaze with flame, drifting lazily like colorful water snakes above the ceiling, which churned with impending storm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hagrid wiped his beard and hurried off in a fluster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the head table, Dumbledore beamed, raising his cup as he watched Minerva McGonagall grow irritated once more—she clearly had recalled something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Truth, spoken by different people, always yields vastly different effects.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned to look at Snape; the Potions master had already stormed out of his seat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His smile grew even brighter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the chilly morning, wind biting sharply, a group of young wizards descended the grassy slope toward Hagrid’s cabin by the Forbidden Forest, light raindrops sprinkling their faces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The weather was poor, yet everyone was brimming with enthusiasm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Will Hagrid give me extra pumpkins for decorating my dorm?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jia Jia Siting asked gently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you’ve seen that vast pumpkin patch...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ron replied eagerly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When they were only twenty paces from Hagrid’s cabin, the door suddenly opened—but out stepped not Hagrid, but Gilderoy Lockhart, dressed today in the palest lavender robes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hide!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry said urgently, pulling Xiang Xiang Xien behind the nearest bush.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After Xiang Xiang Xien was dragged away, Jia Jia Siting chuckled in silence, Hermione and Ron looked helplessly resigned, and Neville scrambled to hide as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you know how, it’s very simple!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lockhart called out loudly to Hagrid,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you need help, just come find me—you know where I am! I’ll bring you a copy of my book—I’m surprised you don’t own one yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’ll sign it and deliver it tonight. Well, goodbye!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He strode off toward the castle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hagrid clutched the giant pumpkin, nearly furious enough to hurl it at Lockhart’s head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then he remembered it was for Xiang Xiang Xien, and slumped, lowering it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only Hermione, cheeks puffed, cast a spell as Lockhart descended the lawn—he tumbled down the slope.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m surprised you don’t watch where you’re going, oh dear Professor, be careful—don’t end up not lasting a year—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hagrid laughed heartily, holding the pumpkin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Well done—I mean, Hermione, brilliant!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ron admired Hermione for the first time; suddenly he recalled that a year ago, she had been a staunch defender of school rules.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now she dared to hex professors—she truly belonged in Gryffindor; the Sorting Hat really knew its job.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hagrid—what do you mean ‘not lasting a year’?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Lockhart rolled away, Harry asked eagerly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t want Lockhart to remain as the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if he wasn’t Voldemort’s minion, he proved himself a complete fool!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Harry! Xiang Xiang Xien! Everyone’s here—everyone’s been wondering when you’d come visit me—come in, come in—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hagrid beamed even wider.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside, he bustled to brew tea; his massive dog Fang immediately rushed to Xiang Xiang Xien’s side and refused to budge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lockhart—he was the only one who applied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It’s hard to find a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher now; people don’t want the job—they think it’s cursed. None last long.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Hagrid spoke, he placed the giant pumpkin on the table, its opening facing a young wizard whose expression subtly shifted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While Xiang Xiang Xien ate, Harry and the others questioned Hagrid about the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Defense Against the Dark Arts position is a real problem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I remember one professor who blew himself up while brewing potions and ended up in St. Mungo’s;\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>another tried casting Dark Magic on students and got sent to Azkaban;\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>yet another attempted to study some evil ritual and was personally dismissed by Headmaster Dumbledore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This position? It’s one of Hogwarts’ ‘well-known problems.’”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hagrid recalled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone’s attention was captured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If only they’d send Lockhart to Azkaban too.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ron muttered bitterly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Azkaban?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry hadn’t yet fully savored the joy of Lockhart’s troubles and asked curiously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Azkaban is an official fortress used to imprison wizarding criminals. Built in the fifteenth century, it became Britain’s wizarding prison in 1718.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hermione sipped her sweet pumpkin juice, explaining.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If Lockhart’s a fool, where did his stories come from?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jia Jia Siting posed a question.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This made Hermione’s face change.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the rest of the time, the young wizards pondered—where had Lockhart stolen his stories from?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And why were these stories so convincingly real?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hagrid brought out more snacks—candies galore; Xiang Xiang Xien recognized some syrup toffee.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amid the chatter, Xiang Xiang Xien stared at the poster for Green Bookshop’s opening, silent and uninvolved, wondering: after the Basilisk was dealt with, how would Lockhart be driven out of Hogwarts?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was Voldemort’s curse still holding strong?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for Azkaban, among Ravenclaws, some would be housed there, while others would work to send those same people there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Harry,”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hagrid suddenly said, as if remembering something,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I need to settle accounts with you. I heard you’ve been handing out signed photos—why didn’t I get one?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry, furious, strained to open his mouth, stuck shut.\u003C\u002Fp>",1006,"2026-06-19T10:00:41.888Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","db7bfce6175280e2aee666a87a492fbec07bf309ef6b142598c4c33705d7ae21","hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-318","hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-316",526,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhogwarts-learning-panel-cover.jpg"]