[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-hogwarts-learning-panel":3,"chapter-hogwarts-learning-panel-hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-360":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},2250598,4210,"Chapter 360: Ritual of Rest","hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-360",360,"\u003Cp>“Hmm, you’ve just engraved five hundred and twenty sets of seamless expansion runes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Newt’s gaze fell behind Seán, where the interior space of the Wizard’s Book had grown large enough to hold an entire classroom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Five hundred and twenty-one, Mr. Scamander.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seán stared at the parchment in his hand, covered in dense arrays of runes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had always been accustomed to documenting his alchemical processes and compiling them into books.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fascinating—the Spell of Division is… also a difficult charm. We can learn it slowly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Newt smiled warmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the rest of the time, Seán studied the Spell of Division under Mr. Scamander.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, their training ground had shifted to the Ilvermorny Forest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the cold wind howled, their footsteps echoed across the snow-dusted grass of Ilvermorny Forest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They always paused at different locations, practicing the Spell of Division for a while before moving on to another secluded spot once Mr. Scamander sensed the space was becoming unstable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They traversed forests, dark crevices, violet marshes, golden broom-covered slopes, and once even reached a hidden pebble cove.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ilvermorny Forest was even larger than Hogwarts’ Forbidden Forest, and Seán followed Mr. Scamander in study until deep into the night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>During this time, Puck occasionally brought them lavish meals. During breaks, Seán and Senior Newt hid behind trees, watching a pair of Ilvermorny students write in the snow with sticks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m done!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A witch called out loudly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wizard approached hesitantly, excited yet timid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had written winter’s special letters—everything they could never say aloud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only rule was that they couldn’t wait too long, or the message would melt away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snow had whitened Seán’s eyebrows; he pulled his McGonagall professor’s scarf tighter, then noticed Mr. Scamander wearing a scarf so bulky it looked comical.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My wife, dear Goldstein, knitted this for me for a whole week.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mr. Scamander smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seán nodded, his thoughts crossing the entire Ilvermorny Forest, crossing the frigid Atlantic, drifting to the warm hearth in the Transfiguration Office.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wondered if the ball of yarn and long needles in the corner of the office would still be turning in McGonagall professor’s hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In winter, snow crunched underfoot, and the two wandering wizards both wore noticeably oversized scarves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After resting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After half the night’s effort, Seán finally mastered the Spell of Division.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he successfully split off a small portion of space, he was filled with joy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snowflakes shook from his hair; he swiftly raised his wand, ensuring Mr. Scamander could see clearly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Excellent—remarkably fast learning.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Newt murmured praise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seán turned back, eyes fixed intently on the panel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【You practiced the Spell of Division at a beginner level. Proficiency +3】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Spell of Division: Locked (3\u002F30)】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For Seán, the hardest part had been the first success; now, the only obstacle was time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Origin Stone House of Ilvermorny.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seán stepped into the warm house, wrapped in night and snow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the table lay porridge and sliced beef, along with various fruits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the hearth, sweet potatoes and pumpkins roasted, filling the air with an aroma Seán couldn’t refuse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Eat something? No one’s come here in ages—I’ve forgotten how good William’s cooking was…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Time is a thief. It let me witness Ilvermorny grow from a small cabin into a granite castle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, it blurs it all again. What’s left of me? This is why I remain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Miss Isolde watched Seán’s spoon pause mid-dip; the young wizard now stared thoughtfully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ghosts are born of fixation—but even if a ghost resolves its fixation, how does it return to the Threshold?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seán gripped the steaming, pumpkin-shaped cup, frowning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A learned young wizard—you know of the Threshold?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Miss Isolde’s interest sparked instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I know a little, Headmaster Serpell.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seán said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The world beyond the Veil—how fascinating. I can hardly wait to reunite with James, Chauncey, and Webber.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Miss Isolde offered a long, deep smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Our school, which we founded, has become renowned—every magical family across North America vies to send their children here;\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Freedom, fairness, equality are now etched into every Ilvermorny wizard’s heart;\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the North American magical knowledge we built and spread—melding native magic with European traditions—has forged something newer, stronger, and more beautiful.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seán’s hand stilled as he drank pumpkin juice, his green eyes fixed on Miss Isolde.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Magic is magnificent and wondrous. When a wizard’s knowledge is vast and his conviction unshakable, magic flows like a spring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An arrow cannot fly farther than the bow’s tension allows; a wizard’s power cannot exceed his belief.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Miss Isolde drifted before Seán, pointing to the runic symbol carved above the hearth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If the Veil exists, then there must be magic to lift it—that is the ritual to Making Guide ghosts to the Threshold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If you’re willing to help, that would be best… I watched Herrera grow up, watched William grow old…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Let them send me off—that would break my heart.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seán could not fully imagine such a thing; he silently gazed at the runes above the hearth—the words “Ritual of Rest” glowed faintly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Seán nodded:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m happy to help.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sending off a ghost—what a strange thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At dawn, Seán awoke, sipping pumpkin juice as he began his charm practice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【You practiced the Spell of Division at a beginner level. Proficiency +3】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【You practiced the Spell of Division at a beginner level. Proficiency +3】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only when he felt weary did Seán step out of the cabin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Spell of Division was still too difficult, let alone spatial transfer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He estimated he’d need at least 【Skilled】-level proficiency to accomplish it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Walking along the snowy path, Ilvermorny loomed faintly in the distance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Likewise, the Ilvermorny Forest—and Senior Newt within it—were not far away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As snow fell heavily, Seán entered the forest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The forest hummed with sounds: distant branches snapping, the soft rustle of snow, the mingled footsteps and rustles of animals moving through it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he walked, Seán suddenly caught a flash of yellow darting past.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sight thrilled him—it was a leopard, Ilvermorny’s wild mascot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today, after the final exam, the deer finally escaped its suffering. Two chapters postponed; normal four-chapter schedule resumes tomorrow.\u003C\u002Fp>",1010,"2026-06-19T10:00:41.888Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","7835b75b7503a3d05b2e934d95441d3a4ecf8273f2888e21eaf2032c4d589356","hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-361","hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-359",526,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhogwarts-learning-panel-cover.jpg"]