[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-hogwarts-learning-panel":3,"chapter-hogwarts-learning-panel-hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-319":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},2250557,4210,"Chapter 319: Lupin","hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-319",319,"\u003Cp>Green’s Bookshop stood not far from the Three Broomsticks, and the large holly tree at its entrance, hung with ribbons, could be seen faintly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Justin gazed at the bookshop for a moment, then turned his eyes to the dazed Wizard Sean and stopped walking, instead fixing his gaze on the Three Broomsticks before them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a small inn glowing with warm light, its entrance bearing a sign that read:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Serving Butterbeer (specialty), lemonade, hot mulled wine, red wine, cherry juice, and soda water.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How about we go have a Butterbeer at the Three Broomsticks? I’ve wanted one for a long time.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He suggested, with ten minutes still left before opening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean replied, and the two walked toward the pub.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside, the wind was biting, freezing their hands; inside, it was entirely different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The interior was packed and noisy, hot and thick with smoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A handsome woman with graceful curves was serving a row of boisterous wizards at the bar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s Madam Rosmerta, isn’t it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Justin said,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Before opening, I looked into the local wizards… I’ll go get three Butterbeers at the bar.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He naturally left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean squeezed to the back of the pub, where a small empty table sat between the window and a beautiful holly tree, near the fireplace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And there, sitting exactly, was a wizard with gray hair, tattered clothes, looking worn, pale, and exhausted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Excuse me, may I sit here?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Please, be my guest.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The weary wizard said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sipped his Butterbeer slowly, pausing between each swallow, then gazed wearily into the distance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There, Green’s Bookshop still displayed its hiring notice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Justin’s offered wage was not low—fifteen Galleons per week—quite generous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A wizard could barely survive on ten Galleons a week; to earn fifteen just by doing odd jobs at a bookstore made the notice highly attractive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not to mention the manager’s compensation—thirty-five Galleons per week, with meals and lodging provided, plus bonus pay.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you want to apply for the manager position?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m not qualified.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The weary wizard smiled and shook his head; he hadn’t realized his emotions were so obvious, even to this young wizard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You should apply.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean thought for a moment and said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The weary wizard chuckled silently; the boy had sharp observation, yet seemed quiet and reserved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Five minutes later, Justin arrived, carrying three steaming mugs of foaming Butterbeer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Happy Halloween!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He raised his mug and smiled,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sir, may I have the honor of buying you a drink?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Half the wizard’s face was hidden beneath his hood, but Wizard Sean knew he was startled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Happy Halloween.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He finally took the mug.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean took a tentative sip—it was a strange thing, warming every inch of his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside, snow and wind raged; suddenly, a cold gust stirred Wizard Sean’s hair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The door of the Three Broomsticks opened; Wizard Sean looked over the rim of his mug and quickly ducked his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Go.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He said,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And vanished instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Justin, confused, quickly cast the Disillusionment Charm on himself, then saw Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick storm in with a swirl of snow, followed by Hagrid, his expression far from good.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lupin sipped his Butterbeer slowly, eyes half-closed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hadn’t seen anything this interesting in a long time—two Hogwarts students who looked perfectly well-behaved, yet were breaking school rules…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Filius, have you heard about what’s happened lately?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the bar, Professor McGonagall asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A woman’s voice replied:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A small glass of violet water—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mine.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professor McGonagall took the glass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Four pints of honeywine—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The voice spoke again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thanks, Rosmerta.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hagrid said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A soda with ice and umbrella-screw cherry syrup—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mm!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professor Flitwick licked his lips and said,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The little ones have been terrified by that rumor—you know, Penelope’s asked me several times.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because Hagrid was present, Flitwick didn’t specify what the rumor was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is it true?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professor McGonagall appeared to be asking Flitwick, but her gaze never left Hagrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hagrid kept his head down, drinking honeywine, showing no sign of disturbance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet both McGonagall and Flitwick understood—this demeanor was utterly unlike Hagrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I fear so.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professor Flitwick spoke as if reading her mind; they saw Hagrid’s body twitch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is trouble.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professor McGonagall said, and Hagrid relaxed again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Perhaps the trouble is already resolved?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professor Flitwick said in his high-pitched voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hagrid tensed again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His reactions were too predictable—he grew tense when truth was mentioned, relaxed when falsehood was spoken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most crucially, it was unconscious—he had no idea he was doing it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll, I’ll, I’ll go buy some…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hagrid mumbled haltingly, then hurried away, none of them catching what he said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean watched quietly; Hagrid seemed furious with himself, stomping into a puddle without caring that his boots were now caked in mud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was a man of rough exterior and delicate heart. His wisdom stopped just short of fully realizing he’d done wrong—hovering between rarely making mistakes and being completely unaware.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he walked, he reached the entrance of Green’s Bookshop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Justin was inside assigning tasks and placing Wizard Sean’s signed books; Wizard Sean stood at the door, watching the nearby hiring notice, the distant Three Broomsticks, and Hagrid not far off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Happy Halloween. Good to see you here.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean whispered; his voice drifted into Hagrid’s mind like snow and rain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wizard Sean?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hagrid stared at him blankly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wizard Sean.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His face crumpled instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I heard. It’s fine.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean waved his wand; the mud on Hagrid’s boots vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hagrid’s lips trembled; he always failed to keep secrets, always caused trouble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Last time, he drunkenly revealed how to pass the three-headed dog, nearly getting Harry killed; now he’d fully leaked news of the Basilisk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s fine.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean added.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This would inevitably come to light; once reported, hiding the truth at Hogwarts would be impossible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean had already made his plans.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A faint silver-white sun shone over the grounds; Hogsmeade was always draped in silver, snow piled thick on pine branches, and Wizard Sean saw a figure approaching.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He whispered:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Cheer up, Hagrid. You’ve only helped me say something a little early.”\u003C\u002Fp>",1012,"2026-06-19T10:00:41.888Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","e6d04b4c5333344fbc55d0c2b7dd6a4e23d4540a2ee1cbc956d94f9a1c58bb54","hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-320","hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-318",526,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhogwarts-learning-panel-cover.jpg"]