[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-hogwarts-learning-panel":3,"chapter-hogwarts-learning-panel-hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-325":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},2250563,4210,"Chapter 325: Imprint","hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-325",325,"\u003Cp>Harry fell asleep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean was waiting patiently for something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, two large eyes the size of tennis balls appeared. They surveyed Harry in the dark, a tear rolling down their pointed, elongated nose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Harry Potter has returned to school,”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>it whispered sadly,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dobby warned Harry Potter again and again. Oh, sir, why didn’t you listen to Dobby’s warning? Harry Potter missed the train—why didn’t you just go home?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry jolted awake in fright.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Get out!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he shouted,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wait—you stopped me from coming to school? You sealed the wall so we couldn’t pass?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean studied Dobby: the tattered pillowcase, the bulging eyes, now striking its own head with a water jug.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had just finished explaining how house-elves could be freed, and now stammered and wept, pleading with Harry:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Go home, Harry Potter, go home…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This stirred something inexplicable in Wizard Sean.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You stopped me from coming to school because the Chamber of Secrets is opening?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry let out a bitter laugh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, sir, don’t ask anymore, don’t press poor Dobby… it’s dangerous, it’s terribly dangerous…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dobby groaned, more tears spilling onto his tattered pillowcase.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dobby, you’re—listen, if you keep trying to save me like this, you’ll kill me,”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry didn’t know what to say, but suddenly his gaze sharpened,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How do you know Voldemort wants to kill me…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dobby let out the sharpest scream he’d made so far.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dobby! The Basilisk is defeated!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry hastily changed the subject.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dobby cooled down like a kettle:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Harry Potter is mad, the great Harry Potter, so noble, so brave—now he’s gone mad.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sometimes Harry felt house-elves and he spoke different languages.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sighed, rolled over, and carefully pulled a boxed item from his bag on the desk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a snake fang, from the wizard who had slain the Basilisk with one sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry still remembered his words:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s fine, Harry, I’ve got more.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back then, he’d felt he and Wizard Sean didn’t speak the same language either.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hospital wing was dark, and Dobby boiled over again like a kettle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry had to work hard to convince it that Hogwarts had a strengthened version of young Dumbledore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the strengthened version of young Dumbledore had already left quietly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry had fully convinced Dobby it shouldn’t cause any more disturbances.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, the one who might cause a disturbance was the sleeping Basilisk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean thought of the Basilisk’s problem, and of what great wizards had done to leave behind strange magical bloodlines, then walked to the headmaster’s office door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had studied magic for a short time, but it didn’t matter—magic was vast, and many wizards had traveled far.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Headmaster Dumbledore.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean knocked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The door opened automatically.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several headmaster portraits were no longer surprised; they glanced at Wizard Sean and resumed snoring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Curfew hadn’t yet begun, but silver objects still gleamed under the moonlight; rain tapped against the castle spires, not waking the resting Fawkes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean walked toward the Sorting Hat. The Sword of Gryffindor had once been displayed in the headmaster’s office, but now it seemed the Sorting Hat had “eaten” it back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah, ah, come quickly…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean heard the faint voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Try again…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Sorting Hat was speaking again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean felt puzzled and instinctively touched the hat’s brim—only to grasp a sword hilt sliding out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A wizard’s conviction is something that leaves an imprint—you have shown astonishing bravery, and it will not fade…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Sorting Hat wriggled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean held the Sword of Gryffindor, lost in thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t help recalling what Headmaster Dumbledore had said to Harry:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Harry, the kind of deep love your mother had for you leaves its own imprint on you—not a scar, not a visible mark…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“To be loved so deeply by someone—even if that person is dead—leaves you with a permanent talisman.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside the headmaster’s office, two figures stood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How strange—the Sword of Gryffindor, in the hands of a Ravenclaw.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dumbledore smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professor McGonagall said nothing, staring at the young wizard holding the Sword of Gryffindor, his black hair shimmering faintly—words stuck in her throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, she simply watched the still-wriggling Sorting Hat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“See, Minerva, that’s precisely it—for those who matter most, people are always cautious…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dumbledore added.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So, Albus, the Chamber really…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professor McGonagall’s lips tightened into a stern line.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s not for me to explain. Let’s talk instead of Gryffindor and Ravenclaw’s story…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dumbledore blinked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes held deep amusement; few young wizards thought the Transfiguration office was harder to enter than the headmaster’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The kettle bubbled loudly; outside the headmaster’s office, rain poured heavily;\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>inside the spacious, elegant room, peace reigned—Wizard Sean slowly set down the Sword of Gryffindor, returning it to its place on the desk as before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rain had fallen since the Quidditch match began; falling asleep to this white noise was deeply relaxing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean saw a flicker of light across the empty rune’s surface, then quietly left the headmaster’s office.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he passed the Transfiguration office, Wizard Sean stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A glow from the fireplace still shone through the door crack—he knew the professor sometimes worked late.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the office.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Minerva McGonagall read an old book; by the firelight, words like “Chamber of Secrets,” “Monster,” and “Heir of Slytherin” were visible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hagrid’s words echoed in her mind—Hogwarts seemed shrouded once more in a black curtain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And at the center of that black curtain always stood the one person she least wanted to see.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just then, a knock came at the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Come in…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She closed the book and turned to the door,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Albus… how many times have you come tonight…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her tone was calm, but held barely concealed irritation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Professor.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean stood at the door—he rarely felt this eager to leave a place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside Hogwarts’ thick stone walls, autumn leaves turned yellow without notice; when they all fell to the ground, winter would be near.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In winter, human bonds always grow closer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Professor, about the Chamber…”\u003C\u002Fp>",986,"2026-06-19T10:00:41.888Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","bc8780fbb35f1626b5d2b99e485dec96fe546d12ea643f6fe6798e830b2580f2","hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-326","hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-324",526,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhogwarts-learning-panel-cover.jpg"]