[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-hogwarts-learning-panel":3,"chapter-hogwarts-learning-panel-hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-417":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},2250655,4210,"Chapter 417: The Inheritance Scroll","hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-417",417,"\u003Cp>Taking a portrait away with you was truly an unusual thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But how could you possibly take a portrait with you?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean didn’t understand; he hoped Mr. Owl could explain more clearly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How can I take you with me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He studied the owl portrait—did he need to simply remove it? He didn’t think that was it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That wouldn’t be magic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Clever little wizard, you’ve made the right choice.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mr. Owl tapped his claws against the frame, making it rattle loudly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A gentle breeze, carrying the damp scent of earth, swept through the third-floor corridor, bathing it in warm golden light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a strong pull, Mr. Owl’s claw emerged from the frame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This sight made Wizard Sean’s eyes widen slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What are you staring at?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mr. Owl squawked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean lowered his head; the Wizard’s Book instantly unfurled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Clever little wizard, stupid little wizard, help me—I’m stuck—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a few seconds of silence, Mr. Owl pleaded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean finally understood. He closed the book, tapped his wand, and a soft vine curled gently around Mr. Owl’s protruding claw.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, a head, a pair of wings, and a roll of ancient parchment appeared outside the frame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ivy and mistletoe garlands stretched along the corridor; Lockhart’s floral decorations still bloomed vibrantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mr. Owl spread his wings and flew off at once—previously, he could only flap within the frame, but today he circled the towers of Hogwarts again and again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve completed Ravenclaw’s task!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He cried.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m flying!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He squawked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This scene naturally caught the attention of an old wizard, who looked toward the window—and the stained glass opened automatically.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Below the stained glass, an old kettle bubbled; outside it, a peculiar owl soared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wore elegant wire-rimmed spectacles and clutched a yellowed parchment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ravenclaw’s owl, inherited by Ravenclaw—how fascinating…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dumbledore smiled, and even the annoyance of Minerva McGonagall’s complaints vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sat down and began handling “the deputy headmaster’s unfinished paperwork.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the third-floor corridor, a few snowflakes drifted from beneath the stained glass, landing on Wizard Sean’s eyebrows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked up—a clump of “snow” settled on his shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is freedom! I’m sticking with you!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mr. Owl cheered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re not a portrait?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I am a noble eagle.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mr. Owl huffed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean was now thoroughly confused—what exactly was Mr. Owl?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alchemy?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not quite—he’d never been wrong about his alchemical instincts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mr. Owl was undeniably alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet everything Wizard Sean had encountered in alchemy—wizarding chess pieces, portraits—only seemed alive; they could not be classified as living beings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In other words, they lacked life, possessing only personality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But look at Mr. Owl—he preened his feathers, stretched his body. As he claimed, he was a living eagle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet how could an eagle live for over a thousand years?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Voldemort knew…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’ve always been able to leave the portrait and move about?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean asked curiously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course—I’m the free eagle, the noble Raven!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mr. Owl was immensely proud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean fell silent for a moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It seemed Mr. Owl had chosen to live as a portrait.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Portraits extend my time—I must be extremely careful…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mr. Owl whispered in Wizard Sean’s ear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let me tell you a secret—I was created to fulfill Lady Ravenclaw’s task. I am the loyal eagle.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over a thousand years of loyalty left Wizard Sean speechless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Century after century, that damned old hat found no wizard… I could only wait, wait…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Now my task is done—new task begins—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mr. Owl lifted his head high.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What task?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean asked curiously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Follow you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mr. Owl’s large eyes fixed on Wizard Sean.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And then?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean didn’t understand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What kind of task was that?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No ‘and then.’”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mr. Owl grumbled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean fell silent again, then accepted it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mr. Owl held many secrets—he himself was a great mystery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean suspected this was one of the rare biological alchemy creations, one of the most dangerous and obscure branches of alchemy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Come to think of it, basilisks and acromantulas were likely also products of biological alchemy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Darker, more dangerous parts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Given Lady Ravenclaw’s alchemical mastery—she designed Hogwarts Castle—it seemed plausible she could create such an owl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Wish Hut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Pumpkin Library.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was where Jia Jia Siting carved; Wizard Sean sometimes came here to sit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now he carefully placed Mr. Owl on the perch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his hand was an ancient parchment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The true embodiment of Ravenclaw’s wisdom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He cautiously unrolled the curled parchment; silver threads shimmered across its aged surface.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like the threads in a Pensieve—ethereal, dreamlike, drifting unpredictably.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean stared intently at the silver threads; soon, the world before him began to blur.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Wish Hut had lost its guard today.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Where’s Mr. Owl?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hermione frowned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve never seen Mr. Owl absent before.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jia Jia Siting looked intrigued.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine, assume he’s visiting someone—but how do we get in?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ron yawned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Late winter snow drifted down; frost quickly coated the windows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if they’d waited long, snowflakes clung to the tips of the three young wizards’ hair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Class is about to start.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hermione closed her book, incredulous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Remember, second-year students’ classes began at nine—they had arrived at the Wish Hut at seven.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For two full hours, they hadn’t seen a single owl feather, which had never happened before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The owl they had been muttering about perched on its branch, curiously pecking at the roasted sweet potato beside the fireplace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Warm breath occasionally escaped its beak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside it, Wizard Sean Green slowly woke up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He felt as if he had just dreamed a dream, experiencing countless memories, and now his mind held vague, new knowledge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is your first time using a one-time magical inheritance scroll. How do you feel?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mr. Owl hopped onto his shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>First time…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean couldn’t speak—he was still dizzy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But with just one glance, he understood roughly how the scroll worked: Ravenclaw had placed some of his own knowledge-based memories into it.\u003C\u002Fp>",985,"2026-06-19T10:00:42.198Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","890dff1b62fa61f6b7c06eac2399acab8e074dcf34ee2158fd732698e5edff02","hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-418","hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-416",526,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhogwarts-learning-panel-cover.jpg"]