[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-hogwarts-learning-panel":3,"chapter-hogwarts-learning-panel-hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-324":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},2250562,4210,"Chapter 324: Chicken Claw Bone Removal Spell","hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-324",324,"\u003Cp>An accident still occurred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry’s blurred vision and intense desire to win drove him to charge toward the Golden Snitch beside Malfoy’s ear without seeing the other Beater’s ball.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Watch out, Harry!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fred shouted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a splash, Harry crashed into the mud, tumbling off his broom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His arm hung at a grotesque angle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amid waves of searing pain, he heard whistles and shouts as if from far away. He squinted—the Golden Snitch was clutched tightly in his uninjured hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah ha,”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he mumbled,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We won.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he passed out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the stands, wizards held their breath in shock at the sudden turn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean silently lowered his wand; Harry’s luck was clearly poor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Harry!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hermione cried out and rushed down from the stands with the crowd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the Quidditch pitch, Wizard Sean saw the Gryffindor team in a strange state—some far off cheering their victory, others frantically flying toward Harry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Wizard Sean reached the Quidditch pitch, Lockhart had already surrounded Harry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean saw that the moment Harry opened his eyes, Lockhart flashed a row of gleaming teeth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then everyone heard Harry’s voice tremble:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh no, not you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry groaned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I have no idea what he’s saying,”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lockhart shouted to the anxious Gryffindor students gathered around,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t worry, Harry. I’m just going to fix your arm.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry said,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Leave it like this, thank you…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tried to sit up, but the pain in his arm was too severe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lie still, Harry,”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lockhart soothed him,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s a simple spell—I’ve used it countless times.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why can’t I just go to the infirmary?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry gritted his teeth and spoke through them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He really should’ve gone to the hospital,”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wood said, covered in mud, yet unable to suppress a grin despite his Seeker’s injury,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That catch was brilliant, Harry—never seen you do anything so perfect.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through the dense thicket of legs around him, Harry saw Fred and George Weasley struggling to shove the rogue Beater’s ball into a box.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ball still thrashed violently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Step back,”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lockhart said, rolling up his emerald-green sleeves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No—don’t—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry whispered weakly, but Lockhart was already twirling his wand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry’s bones were healed—or perhaps gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Either way, Wizard Sean was far away, and Lockhart’s spell had been cast too swiftly for Wizard Sean to stop it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Harry’s arm became a pitiful, lifeless thing, Wizard Sean suddenly wondered whether such a spell even existed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He mentally flipped through the Standard Spells series and concluded it was Lockhart’s own invention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This realization left Wizard Sean startled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Chicken Claw Bone Removal Spell?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jia Jia Siting suddenly blurted out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean gave him a strange look.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Well, Wizard Sean, if you’re not worried, I guess I shouldn’t be either…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He blinked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The remark made no sense, but Neville, who had been shaking like a sieve beside him, stopped trembling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jia Jia Siting glanced casually at Neville, and only then did concern flicker in his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lockhart hadn’t set Harry’s bones—he’d removed them entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Wizard Sean and the others brought Harry to the infirmary, Madam Pomfrey was furious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You should’ve come straight to me!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She snapped, lifting the limp, lifeless thing that had been a fully functional arm just half an hour ago,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I could’ve reattached the bones in a second—but regrowing them—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You can do that too, right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry asked urgently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’ll be agonizing. Drink this—bone regrowth is excruciating.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Madam Pomfrey held a large bottle labeled Bone-Growing Potion and poured a full cup, under the curious stares of everyone around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry took a sip, gagged, and nearly vomited.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Did you think it was pumpkin juice?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Madam Pomfrey shot him a look.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As far as she knew, only one person had ever tasted anything peculiar from a Potions Master’s brew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She glanced at the young wizard holding an ancient book, his fingers revealing the title on the cover:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*Simple Introduction to Empty Glyphs*.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, the infirmary door burst open—the Gryffindor Quidditch team came to visit Harry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were all muddy, like drowned chickens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Harry, you flew brilliantly,”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>George said,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I saw Marcus Flint yelling at Malfoy, saying the Golden Snitch was right above his head and he couldn’t see it. Malfoy didn’t look happy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The team brought cake, sweets, and several bottles of pumpkin juice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They gathered around Harry’s bed, ready to celebrate, when Madam Pomfrey stormed over, roaring:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This boy needs rest—he has thirty-three bones to regrow! Out! Out!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She stood like a hawk protecting her chicks,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course, not you, dear Wizard Sean—we need to discuss the Potions you’ve been neglecting lately…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, only Harry and Wizard Sean remained in the infirmary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean counted potions for a while, and Madam Pomfrey left happily:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t alter the taste of the potions, child. If they get a taste for sweetness, who knows what the hospital will turn into.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean now understood why most hospital potions tasted so awful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked toward the curtain—Harry tossed and turned, unable to sleep; regrowing bones was no easy ordeal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet interestingly, Harry had a connection to Bone-Growing Potion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Potters’ ancestor, Linfred of Stinchcombe, invented many potions—one of which evolved into Bone-Growing Potion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, it was working on his descendant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If magic were a matter of faith, how could one explain these peculiar magical bloodlines?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean pondered, then noticed something odd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only the bloodline abilities of powerful wizards seemed to have survived—like Dumbledore’s affinity for phoenixes, or Slytherin’s Parseltongue…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At least, Wizard Sean had never heard of a “Snotling Tongue” bloodline, or “Maggot Affinity” as a magical trait.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Logically, magic is vast—if bloodlines are truly mutations passed down, then unusual ones should exist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in reality, there was no record of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That meant only the unique bloodlines of great wizards endured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, when a wizard reaches the highest levels, what exactly happens to them?\u003C\u002Fp>",967,"2026-06-19T10:00:41.888Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","4c4c804fa68dac33f54ba139c062e66dfd58480b9828a9a903bac5d8eabd9926","hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-325","hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-323",526,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhogwarts-learning-panel-cover.jpg"]