[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-hogwarts-learning-panel":3,"chapter-hogwarts-learning-panel-hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-444":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},2250682,4210,"Chapter 444","hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-444",444,"\u003Cp>Wizard Sean Green had seen this wizard, Bob Ogden, in the Daily Prophet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had come on official business, and Dumbledore and Wizard Sean followed him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As they passed a wooden signpost, Wizard Sean looked up at its two directional arrows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The one pointing back the way they came read: Great Hangleton, 5 miles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The one pointing in Ogden’s direction read: Little Hangleton, 1 mile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The general location was confirmed…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean memorized it silently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They walked a while longer, seeing nothing else but tall hedges on either side, the vast blue summer sky above, and the figure ahead in a long overcoat, rustling as he walked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then the path turned left and plunged steeply down the slope, and suddenly, before them, lay an entire valley laid bare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean saw a village—undoubtedly Little Hangleton—nestled between two steep hills, the church and graveyard clearly visible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the opposite hillside stood a grand, imposing mansion, surrounded by vast green lawns.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The villagers of Little Hangleton call it the Riddle House,” Dumbledore said with a smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean looked toward the house. Soon, Tom Riddle, retrieved by Wormtail, would enter it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But if Wormtail was imprisoned, would he still return?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean did not know.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps other wizards would enter Albania. Perhaps “Worm-Ear” or “Worm-Nose” might appear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean disliked unplanned events.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he devised a precise plan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, in memory: because the downhill path was too steep, Ogden unconsciously broke into a run.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dumbledore lengthened his strides, and Wizard Sean quickened his pace behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, the path turned right, and as they rounded the bend, they saw Ogden’s overcoat flap vanish through a gap in the hedge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dumbledore and Wizard Sean followed him onto a narrow dirt track, where the hedges towered higher and denser than those they had passed earlier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though the sky was clear, the ancient trees above cast cool, dark, thick shadows, and it took several seconds for Wizard Sean’s eyes to make out a house half-hidden among tangled roots and undergrowth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The house seemed long abandoned: its walls were covered in moss, many roof tiles had fallen away, exposing the rafters beneath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thick nettles grew all around it, rising as high as the windows, which were tiny and caked with layers of ancient grime.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Here we are,” Dumbledore said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Click. One window opened, releasing a thin wisp of steam or smoke—as if someone were cooking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then came another click, and a man in tattered clothes leapt down from a nearby tree, landing squarely before Ogden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ogden stepped back hastily, tripped on the hem of his own overcoat, and nearly fell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right after came another crack, and a man in tattered clothes jumped down from a nearby tree, landing right before Ogden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man standing before them had thick, matted hair, caked with filth, its original color unrecognizable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had lost several teeth; his small, jet-black eyes stared in opposite directions. He looked absurd, yet he was terrifying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Er—good morning. I’m from the Ministry—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had lost several teeth, and his two jet-black little eyes stared in opposite directions. He should have looked comical, but in fact he was terrifying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Er—I’m sorry—I don’t understand you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ogden said nervously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I suppose we also struggle to understand him?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dumbledore asked, smiling, from behind them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He said, ‘You are not welcome.’”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind them, Dumbledore smiled and asked Xiang Xiang Xien.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh? That’s peculiar.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dumbledore looked surprised.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Serpent speech sounds like a modified form of ancient Futhark runes. The book ‘Serpent Speech’ covers this.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean explained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Forgive me—I’ve never heard of that book.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dumbledore looked thoughtful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean glanced at his neck. The Wizard’s Book was still there, but in memory, it was nearly impossible to open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ‘Serpent Speech’ left by Ravenclaw would also be inaccessible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In truth, in Ravenclaw’s memory, Wizard Sean preferred to call it ‘Salazar Slytherin’s Observational Diary.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The memory images continued to flow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An old man emerged, and his appearance eased Ogden slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve come to see your son, Gaunt. That was Morfin, just now?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An old man stepped out, and his appearance eased Ogden slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah, that’s Morfin,” the old man said indifferently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are you pure-blood?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He asked, his tone suddenly aggressive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That has nothing to do with today’s conversation,” Ogden replied coldly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Gaunt clearly dismissed this. He narrowed his eyes at Ogden’s face and muttered something clearly meant to provoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“May we go inside to talk?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ogden’s tone turned icy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Inside?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, Mr. Gaunt. I’ve already told you. I’m here about Morfin. We sent an owl—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Owls are useless to me,” Gaunt said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I never read letters.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then don’t complain you didn’t know someone was coming,” Ogden snapped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve come to investigate a serious breach of wizarding law that occurred this morning—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine, fine, fine!” Gaunt bellowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Go to the bloody house then—you’ll be more comfortable there!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The house had three small rooms: a central room serving as both kitchen and parlor, with two other doors leading elsewhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Morfin sat in a filthy armchair beside a smoky fireplace, fiddling with a live venomous snake, humming softly in Parseltongue:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sssss, sssss,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Baby snake, crawl fast on the ground,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Be good to Morfin, or I’ll nail you to the door.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A girl appeared in the room, dressed in rags, rummaging through piles of ash-covered jars and bottles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My daughter, Merope,” Gaunt said reluctantly, noticing Ogden’s questioning look.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good morning,” Ogden said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The girl did not answer. She glanced fearfully at her father, then turned away quickly, continuing to fumble with the shelves of jars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, Mr. Gaunt,” Ogden said,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let’s be direct. We have reason to believe your son Morfin performed magic in front of a Muggle last night.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CRASH! A deafening sound—Merope knocked a jar to the floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Pick it up!” Gaunt roared at Merope.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What, crawl on the ground like a filthy Muggle?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What’s your wand for, you useless lump?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ogden was stunned. Eventually, Gaunt forced Merope to cast Reparo—but she failed, and curses rained down like a storm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dumbledore subtly stepped in front of Wizard Sean, blocking his view—and his hearing—of what followed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He only knew that after a while, Gaunt growled at Ogden:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So what? Morfin gave a Muggle a beating—so what?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Morfin broke wizarding law,” Ogden said solemnly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let’s get straight to the point: we have reason to believe your son Morfin cast magic in front of a Muggle last night.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CRASH—deafening. Merope knocked a jar to the floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Pick it up!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gaunt roared at Merope,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What, are you going to crawl on the ground like a filthy Muggle?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What good is your wand, you useless lump?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ogden was stunned into silence; finally, Gaunt forced Merope to cast Reparo, but she failed, and curses rained down like a storm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dumbledore subtly stepped in front of Wizard Sean, blocking his view and any further sound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only after a while did Gaunt snap at Ogden:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So what? Morfin gave a Muggle a beating—so what?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Morfin broke wizarding law.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ogden said sternly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mofen broke wizarding law,”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gaunt mimicked Ogden’s voice, deliberately dragging his words with arrogance. Mofen cackled again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He gave a filthy Muggle a taste of what for, and now it’s illegal?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes,” Ogden said. “I’m afraid so.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pulled a small scroll of parchment from inside his coat pocket and unrolled it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s this? His sentence?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gaunt raised his voice in fury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“To summon him to the Ministry for trial—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Summon? Summon? Who do you think you are, daring to summon my son?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I am the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement,”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ogden said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you think we’re common trash?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gaunt shrieked, advancing on Ogden and jabbing his yellowed, filthy fingers into his chest,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Does the Ministry snap its fingers and we come running? Do you know who you’re talking to, you filthy little Mudblood, hmm?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I believe I’m speaking to Mr. Gaunt.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ogden was wary but did not retreat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s right!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gaunt roared. He raised his finger—Wizard Sean knew Gaunt was showing Ogden the ugly black gemstone ring on his middle finger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He waved the ring back and forth in front of Ogden’s face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“See this? See this? Know what it is? Know where it came from? It’s been in our family for centuries—our lineage is that old, and always pure-blood! Do you know how much someone offered to buy it from me? The stone bears the Peverell coat of arms!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I didn’t know,”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ogden said, blinking as the ring passed an inch from his nose,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“and it has nothing to do with this matter, Mr. Gaunt. Your son committed—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gaunt bellowed in rage and lunged at his daughter, his hand shooting toward her throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a moment, Wizard Sean thought he meant to strangle her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Gaunt yanked a golden chain around his daughter’s neck, dragging her forward to face Ogden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“See this?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He roared at Ogden, shaking a heavy golden locket hanging from the chain—Merope choked and gasped for breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I see it! I see it!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ogden hurriedly said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Slytherin’s!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gaunt shouted,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Salazar Slytherin’s! We are his last living descendants—what do you have to say about that, hmm?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mr. Gaunt, your daughter!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ogden cried in alarm, but Gaunt had already released Merope.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She stumbled away from him, retreating to her corner, rubbing her neck and gasping for air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean watched them, feeling something stuck in his throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, he blurted out:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Should I mourn your foolish mind, Salazar?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dumbledore turned around, his tone curious:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ravenclaw? Ravenclaw?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Just a memory, Headmaster.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean’s voice was low.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ravenclaw’s memory didn’t just bring forth long-buried recollections; when too many memory points were touched, it seemed to overwhelm Wizard Sean, forcing him to act on Ravenclaw’s instincts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For instance, now—he felt cheerful. It would be even better if he could find a way to mock Salazar Slytherin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I think that’s enough, child.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dumbledore said. He gripped Wizard Sean’s elbow and tugged gently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, they were weightless, soaring higher into darkness, then landing steadily back in Dumbledore’s office, where night had already fallen outside the window.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What did you notice?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dumbledore asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A locket and a… ring.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean replied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s enough.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dumbledore was satisfied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young wizard always grasped the essentials—not merely through wisdom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Old ears always long to hear the wisdom of youth. On one point I am certain:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If you receive any insight from the stars, may I be your first to share it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dumbledore said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I will.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But not today.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sky outside was pitch black; the light in Dumbledore’s office seemed brighter than ever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you for sharing, Headmaster Dumbledore.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he left, Wizard Sean said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, I thank you, Green.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dumbledore’s gaze was deep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The door to the Headmaster’s office closed behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The drawback of using the Pensieve is this: what feels like an hour in memory may be a full day in reality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean had entered the Headmaster’s office in the morning; now it was evening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wil.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He called.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Respected Mr. Green.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Puckett the butler teleported out from the Book of Wizards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“To Diagon Alley.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“As you command!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wil snapped his fingers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Diagon Alley.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fairy Tale Emporium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even in the evening, young witches and wizards lingered before its dazzling windows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the most mysterious and fascinating shop in Diagon Alley, selling magical artifacts that the entire wizarding world went mad for.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even more intriguing, the Fairy Tale Emporium hid invitation letters inside the Chocolate Frog cards sold at its entrance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had seen several delighted young witches and wizards—and their families—emerge with them!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone who entered the shop left with a smile. If only they could bring such joy to others too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young witches and wizards thought happily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then a young wizard appeared at the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one knew how he arrived, but a chubby-cheeked young witch kindly warned:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey! You can’t get in!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young wizard turned—and the girl realized he was an exceptionally handsome young wizard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, I mean, lots of people want to go in, but the boss with the black face is terrifying!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The girl stammered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boy said. The girl’s face lit up—then she watched him push the door open and step inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He went in!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The girl shrieked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Fairy Tale Emporium looked the same, glowing with warm orange light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Professor Quirrell.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How did you…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Far away, Quirrell swiftly waved his wand and instantly appeared before Wizard Sean before him, bowing respectfully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You know there’s no need for this.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean felt a touch of helplessness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmm.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Quirrell merely nodded in response.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We’re going somewhere—very likely dangerous, Professor.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You must go? If you trust me, of course, I—I—I could take care of it for you...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Quirrell stammered, flustered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Professor, I need you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean said softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Quirrell’s face flushed crimson at once; he stammered but could not utter a word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Far away, the night had grown deep; most wizards sat gathered by the hearths, resting and chatting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean gazed at every warm window along Diagon Alley—he had always followed his plan, whether faster or slower, but he never grew accustomed to stopping.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nor could he.\u003C\u002Fp>",2191,"2026-06-19T10:00:42.198Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","f9423d5fed2b09bebd0327aaebb2a686c6247be82c1cfa728ec7433fe871c233","hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-445","hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-443",526,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhogwarts-learning-panel-cover.jpg"]