[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-hogwarts-learning-panel":3,"chapter-hogwarts-learning-panel-hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-349":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},2250587,4210,"Chapter 349: Group Activity","hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-349",349,"\u003Cp>On the stained-glass panes like fine sand, thin streams of melted snow dripped plop-plop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean was returning the greetings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What he didn’t know was that Professor McGonagall was gazing at the gray, distant sky with a faint smile; in the dungeons, the cauldrons that rarely went cold were now cooling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anticipation is something special—it happens before joy arrives.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Great Hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean tucked the planned map into a beautifully wrapped box; for the other box, he placed his notes on the potion rituals he had studied and refined over these days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Poor Bai Yi—just barely regained some strength, and now she had to go deliver letters again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After handling the higher-priority return gifts, Wizard Sean received many unexpected presents.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most of Hogwarts’ young witches and wizards sent him thank-you letters, mixed with small round fruit tarts, Christmas cakes, and nut brittle candies:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Mr. Green, thank you for your notes】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Green’s notes will be my favorite book of all time】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Your section on Magic History during the Merlin Era isn’t complete yet—oh no, I mean, Mr. Green, Merry Christmas】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were so many letters that Wizard Sean took two quills at once to reply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To the left of the Christmas tree, Jia Jia Siting and the others were still whispering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Professor? Is it the one I’m thinking of?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hermione looked curiously at Jia Jia Siting—if anyone among the young witches and wizards would know more, it was him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I doubt it’s Snape.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ron snorted; Snape had even confiscated their Quidditch Through the Ages.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone knew he despised Quidditch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Maybe.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jia Jia Siting nodded gently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry and Ron didn’t understand Jia Jia Siting’s riddle, but they didn’t press; instead, they began unwrapping gifts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry’s small package came from the Dursleys.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They sent him a broomstick, along with a short note asking if he’d like to stay at Hogwarts over the summer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Impossible… I’d love to…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry stared at the note, then at the broom; his usual irritation melted like snow, and for a moment he was dazed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Dursleys didn’t know the difference between magical brooms and ordinary ones—they assumed all brooms could fly—but it didn’t matter; when Harry looked at the broom, he would understand that his aunt and uncle knew he loved flying brooms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stared blankly for a long while before beginning to unwrap the other gifts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hagrid sent him a large bag of syrup toffees; Harry decided to warm them by the fire before eating; Ron gave him a book called Flying with the Chudley Cannons, full of details about his favorite Quidditch team; Hermione bought him a luxurious eagle-feather quill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry opened his last package: it was a brand-new hand-knitted sweater from Mrs. Wei Wei Silai, along with a large raisin cake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He held up Mrs. Wei Wei Silai’s card, and a wave of guilt surged through him—he thought of Mr. Wei Wei Silai’s car and the punishment notice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he thought, a letter fell out:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Dear, don’t worry about the car—it came back on its own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—Love, Mo Li】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, Harry felt the fire roaring fiercely, driving away the winter chill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, Harry, are you ready?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jia Jia Siting suddenly spoke up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry quickly replied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned his head and saw Ron grinning at him; Hermione had picked up a package, and even Neville had stood up holding a gift box.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They exchanged glances and surrounded Wizard Sean.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean was still replying to letters when he noticed the mischievous glances from the young witches and wizards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What are they planning?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean regarded them with calm, slightly puzzled green eyes; Hermione was the first to break:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wizard Sean, Merry Christmas—did you forget our gift?—idiot—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She placed a neatly wrapped paper box on the table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is our second winter together, Wizard Sean. Merry Christmas.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jia Jia Siting beamed and placed an identical box on Wizard Sean’s table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then came Harry, Ron, Neville…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean saw the boxes pile higher and higher until Neville couldn’t fit another one on top—only when Jia Jia Siting reminded him did he remember he was a wizard—he hastily cast a levitation charm to lift it up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Warm, dry snow drifted gently from the ceiling; the pile of gifts Wizard Sean received reached as high as the Christmas tree.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young witches and wizards, as if having completed a fun group activity, gathered again around the fire, chattering away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Occasionally, Ron let out a shout—Wizard Sean had given him a brand-new, bizarre wizard chess set;\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or Neville, who, under everyone’s encouragement, turned into a fat orange cat and scampered around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hermione and Jia Jia Siting chased after it nonstop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s all your fault, Ron!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hermione shot Ron a glare between breaths—it was his idea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ron had been happily chasing the fat orange cat, but his cheer quickly faded:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Scabbers! Oh no! Get—Neville—off—him—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ron panicked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neville’s paws were scrabbling at Scabbers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ron grabbed Scabbers’ tail with one hand and reached for Neville with the other—but his hand hit the corner of Harry’s table; the pudding on the table jolted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ron clutched his hand and howled in pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a joyful Christmas.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean looked at the young witches’ and wizards’ gifts, his green eyes slightly unfocused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—Five sweaters. Hermione had added a scarf; Jia Jia Siting had slipped in a pair of gloves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My mother said—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was Jia Jia Siting’s voice, coming from a letter,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The most important thing is that when snow falls, good news lands where it’s lowest.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean looked up; the young witches and wizards were speaking in unison.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jia Jia Siting led them; Hermione’s face was flushed from exertion; Harry held the orange cat Neville, trying to coax Scabbers’ tail out; and Ron, pitifully, tugged at Scabbers while forcing a weak smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Aubergine!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Colin had appeared out of nowhere; this first-year student, quick as a flash, snapped a special photo.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now everyone could see Wizard Sean’s lips curled high in a smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the head table, Professor Dumbledore led the young witches and wizards in singing his favorite Christmas carol; after downing cup after cup of eggnog, Hagrid’s voice grew louder and louder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Percy didn’t notice that Fred had jinxed his prefect badge, changing its inscription to “Dunce,” and kept foolishly asking everyone why they were laughing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Draco Malfoy, seated at the Slytherin table, loudly mocked Harry’s new sweater; when he looked at Wizard Sean, he insinuated that Wizard Sean’s sweater clearly had excellent taste—even though they were all carefully handmade by Mrs. Wei Wei Silai.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This winter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if to toss every once-fun memory into the fire, letting the young witches and wizards slowly roast them, bite by bite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Second update\u003C\u002Fp>",1113,"2026-06-19T10:00:41.888Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","89136b44531e6f93a3f34ee320c3869f0f7efc3c58438e73137a7851c4fa0f73","hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-350","hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-348",526,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhogwarts-learning-panel-cover.jpg"]