[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-hogwarts-learning-panel":3,"chapter-hogwarts-learning-panel-hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-383":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},2250621,4210,"Chapter 383","hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-383",383,"\u003Cp>After the mist churned away, Ravenclaw Tower was left with only the pale blue of dawn’s approach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A thread of morning light slipped into the common room; the wizard, hair disheveled, jolted upright, instinctively scanning his surroundings before lowering his gaze, lost in sorrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ms. Isolde, who had dreamed of entering Ravenclaw, had truly met Rowena Ravenclaw herself—and when Wizard Sean heard the joy in her voice, he naturally felt a share of that happiness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the thought that he had been mere seconds away from meeting one of the four greatest wizards of thirteen centuries ago—perhaps the most learned of them all—filled Wizard Sean with furious frustration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He automatically reached for the book on his bedside table, *Hogwarts: A History*, whose text glowed faintly in the pre-dawn light:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【The founders of Hogwarts were the four greatest wizards of their time:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Godric Gryffindor, Salazar Slytherin, Rowena Ravenclaw, and Helga Hufflepuff.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The school’s four houses are named after their surnames. They established the school, far from the gaze of Muggles…】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Rowena Ravenclaw…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He murmured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He easily connected the dots: Rowena Ravenclaw, indeed, still wandered the borderlands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for whom she waited for—that was obvious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, if he could meet her, perhaps he could do something, however small, to help.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, he felt deep gratitude toward the woman who founded Hogwarts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hogwarts…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean murmured involuntarily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked at the walls hung with blue and silver decorations, and the bookshelves slowly filling over time beside his bed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lifted his gaze slightly: blue silk curtains draped the arched windows, beyond which lay the scenic Quidditch pitch and the vast, thriving Forbidden Forest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through the walls, he seemed to see the Transfiguration office’s roaring fireplace and the dungeon’s steaming cauldrons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was Professor Binns still napping in the staff lounge?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the greenhouses, were the Mandrakes throwing another party?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean suddenly realized clearly: Hogwarts Castle was growing more familiar each day, more like… home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Morning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a night of snow and rain, the castle was dusted with a thin layer of frost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The corridors gradually filled with life—and with drifting ghosts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean passed the gloomy Bloody Baron, then the amiable Fat Friar, who chatted with the Gryffindors; after a moment’s thought, he walked slowly toward the Grey Lady.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She gazed at the distant mountain outlines, radiating an aura of solitude.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Green.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good morning, Lady Helena.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You need not deliberately avoid that title.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Grey Lady’s expression was unreadable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The proper address would be Lady Ravenclaw—but this young wizard always thought a little more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like last time, when he destroyed the diadem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But for the Grey Lady, she had not heard that title in a very long time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It stirred both dread and shame within her—and an unexpected, inexplicable hope.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lady Ravenclaw.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean complied without hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lady Ravenclaw… ha—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Grey Lady gave a bitter, self-deprecating laugh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Have you ever thought about death?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The kind of holiday ghosts can never look forward to? Sorry—that is my greatest fear.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Grey Lady said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lady Ravenclaw, if I told you someone still cares for you, would you still be willing to celebrate such a holiday?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean chose his words carefully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Green… foolish and sincere.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Grey Lady’s mood seemed to lift slightly; she offered rare teasing,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is my day of shame, my deserved punishment. For countless centuries, ghosts have existed—no method has ever freed them from despair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even you, Green, the one she chose.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for waiting—would anyone still wait for me? In this world, not a single tear will ever fall for me again. It is my own doing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her voice drifted, tinged with self-mockery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Would you celebrate it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean fixed his gaze on her eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the first time, the Grey Lady showed a flicker of panic—touching a ghost’s obsession always unsettled them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though the young wizard spoke of something impossible, Helena Ravenclaw still instinctively considered it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course—but she will never forgive me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Helena Ravenclaw finished, offering a sorrowful smile, then drifted away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leaving Wizard Sean standing in place, his gaze deep yet glinting with faint light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several seconds passed before Wizard Sean walked toward the House of Hope—he had his answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The House of Hope.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It changed every single day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jia Jia Siting and Hermione had never stopped renovating the place; now it held spaces for spell practice, a kitchen, a garden, and even a circular table with intricate carvings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Around the table sat pale gray, translucent chairs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Compared to the previous table, it now carried a greater solemnity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean glanced over once, then returned to his seat and began his day’s studies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His top priority remained Cat-Leopard Cookies—they enabled him to cast his unique Legilimency, Confundus, and Obliviate spells;\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Next, improving his combat strength: relentless practice of Dark Arts, Transfiguration, and charms;\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now there was an additional task: testing his own strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean naturally recalled last Christmas, when retired Ma Ma Kusi had taught him many practical techniques.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Near the end of Christmas break.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young wizards had little desire to leave the castle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They spent entire days studying and completing assignments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Green’s Bookshop’s sales had soared to unprecedented heights.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the Great Hall, tension thickened among the crowd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hogwarts’ coursework did not lessen during holidays—it only grew terrifyingly heavier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before joining the House of Hope, Harry and Ron had suffered plenty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now only three days remained—it hardly seemed a time for play.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ron had lately taken to hovering near others’ desks, asking about their progress on assignments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their status needed no asking—just look at the flying quills.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet Ron acted as if he saw nothing, often feigning casual interest:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, Dean, you must’ve finished by now, right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Quite the opposite—I just started.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dean snapped back, then looked puzzled,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You finished?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ron had been waiting for that—immediately he boasted extravagantly, leaving Dean stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If Voldemort returns, Ron will be the first to fall. He can’t protect himself, wastes his days on trivial things, and can’t fight Voldemort.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hermione remarked.\u003C\u002Fp>",1007,"2026-06-19T10:00:41.888Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","578f47d422c04e7b030361c1625e3c9513f91078e0cd59793f5def522b9d5ed1","hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-384","hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-382",526,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhogwarts-learning-panel-cover.jpg"]