[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-hogwarts-learning-panel":3,"chapter-hogwarts-learning-panel-hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-402":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},2250640,4210,"Chapter 402: Choice","hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-402",402,"\u003Cp>Ron’s words made Wizard Sean pause slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he smiled and nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It has little to do with me—it’s because of your effort.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean said seriously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I figured it would be like this...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ron mumbled, his voice too low for anyone to hear,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’ll never know how much you’ve done, how important you are.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young wizards in the corridor dispersed in small groups.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Including Ron.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, he was walking past the second-floor window, its glass still frosted with ice crystals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Above him, on the level above, Wizard Sean passed the same spot, but at a different height, beneath a stained-glass window.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ron’s words had given him some insight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The magical world’s teaching system has always been vague—a condition that had persisted since the moment he first encountered magic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps magic is inherently mysterious and profound, yet still governed by discernible laws.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Headmaster Dumbledore said:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“People fear the unknown more than death.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This holds true for magic as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For wizards who rely solely on “innate intuition,” magic is like plunging into an endless, boundless forest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They cannot see the path ahead, nor even know where they stand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean’s notes are like clear, unmistakable markers carved by predecessors, and the standards he set through his panel allow wizards to know exactly which stage they are in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had never considered what it meant for young wizards to know their precise level...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, Ron’s words stirred deep reflection in him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It seemed he could still do something to preserve magical knowledge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That alone was enough to bring him joy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lost in thought, Wizard Sean didn’t notice Professor McGonagall walking briskly not far behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hogwarts was again battered by rain and snow; heavy flakes fell upon the gray, hazy outlines of distant mountains, while icy winds swept against the windows, carrying frost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean always used his wand to warm his scarf, preventing it from becoming fully soaked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are you dissatisfied with your head?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Helena said by the window.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...I’m satisfied.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean answered honestly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Helena: “...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What story are you going to tell? If you know more about the ninth century than I do, perhaps I’ll listen a little longer.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Helena asked, slightly exasperated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It was... beyond the Veil of Death...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean said slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These words unsettled Helena; she feared going there, and could never reach it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was like describing food to someone starving—had it not been for the wizard named Green, she would have scoffed and left long ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sorry... but I went there. I met someone unexpected.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean continued.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Green, you never lie—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Helena thought this was a hilarious joke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Wizard Sean silently made the empty rune float, and any wizard could sense the dreamlike, wispy mist swirling around it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The legendary Soul Relic?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Helena admitted she had underestimated the young wizard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though she had already placed him just slightly below “her.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Very well. What happened next?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She grew curious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I met Lady Ravenclaw.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Helena was stunned into silence for a long moment:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Green, if wizards could use Soul Relics to see the dead, the world would be in chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But... I believe you.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tell me—what sweet lies are you going to spin?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Forgive me, but I have nothing left to be tricked out of.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She tried to sound indifferent, yet her heart was in turmoil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“She said, it’s all right.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean offered no sweet words—but those three simple words left Helena frozen in place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pearl-like drops fell onto the floor where she stood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean kept his head down, seeing nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“In the ghost world, if no one remembers them, they gradually lose wisdom and emotion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I want to say... perhaps someone is waiting for you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a while, once Helena had calmed slightly, Wizard Sean continued.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you for weaving me such a beautiful dream, Good Luck Black Cat—but I’m afraid I can’t listen any longer.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Helena had never felt so lost; she instinctively began to drift away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If she believed the young wizard, the truth would be so cruel it would make ghosts tremble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lady Isolde taught me methods to help ghosts find peace.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean added.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t joke, Green.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Helena couldn’t help shouting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, Wizard Sean had anticipated this and cast a Muffling Charm, preventing nearby wizards from noticing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for Wizard Sean talking to a ghost? No one was surprised—he’d been seen speaking to the Basilisk before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Helena drifted away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before leaving, she saw the Book of Ghosts and the Rite of Rest in Wizard Sean’s hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She watched as the young wizard swiftly activated the ritual, radiating a peculiar magical force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She hovered motionless in the corridor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wind passed like a transparent river; raindrops fell like icy meteors. The castle felt empty, cramped, as if she were alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her still heart brewed a vast sorrow, yet not a single tear could fall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Rhoyna...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She curled into a corner, as she had long ago when she was vulnerable, whispering her name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean followed silently, refusing to see or hear anything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He simply followed, quietly, without a word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until Helena grew tired.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She saw the young wizard’s troubled face; she realized she had drifted outside the castle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—They were walking out into the deepening twilight...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air carried the warmth of grass, the scent of Black Lake water, and the smoky aroma of burning wood from Hagrid’s hut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had never before been so acutely aware that she had once lived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How long have you been following me, Green?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ten hours and seventeen minutes. So...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean replied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t know.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mm.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean answered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They acted as if nothing had happened, gazing at the distant sunset, red as fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I have to go to class.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean suddenly spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Helena couldn’t help but smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>……\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he returned to the castle, Wizard Sean still did not know how much help he could offer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was not him who had to face difficult choices.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But soon he could no longer ponder this profound question.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For he encountered Professor McGonagall, whose gaze was slightly unfocused, standing beside the armor along the corridor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Child, is there something you wish to tell me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, Professor. I experienced something extraordinary beyond the veil… I met Lady Ravenclaw.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean did not conceal it.\u003C\u002Fp>",1056,"2026-06-19T10:00:41.888Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","9265f4fe65342db73600a9f2cc77b1fa1884cc36b3daabe48ed5c0b6ff89e772","hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-403","hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-401",526,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhogwarts-learning-panel-cover.jpg"]