[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-hogwarts-learning-panel":3,"chapter-hogwarts-learning-panel-hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-451":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},2250689,4210,"Chapter 451: Jade Workshop","hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-451",451,"\u003Cp>It was especially amusing to talk face-to-face with a friend in a smooth mirror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Young wizards shouted excitedly, using the mirror to see each other’s surroundings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For instance, Hermione was in a room crammed with bookshelves, Neville beside brown furniture and a burning fireplace, Justin in a garden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The magic hand mirror emitted a faint glow, its surface rippling, making every face appear vivid and charming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean tapped the mirror’s surface with his index finger, and his face vanished into the mirror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only a miniature Wizard Sean remained, putting down a book to signal he was still listening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the second function of the magic hand mirror: when face-to-face contact wasn’t needed, it could transmit only sound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even more interesting was that its sound transmission mechanism came from a special magical artifact—a rare type of magical artifact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>——Goblin-made artifacts: binoculars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Will handed him the binoculars on the dragon cart, Wizard Sean was astonished to discover these binoculars could hear spoken words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the first time, he learned the Summoning Charm could be applied to sound… Summoning sound—truly magic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, the magic hand mirror gained the ability to focus sound: it could isolate only the voices of two talking wizards, or capture all sound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like having a “noise-cancellation mode.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean put away the magic hand mirror, listening to everyone’s enthusiastic chatter as he walked toward the Alchemy Office.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, Wizard Sean isn’t saying anything—he prepared such a big surprise and won’t tell us a thing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sometimes I think he’s always preparing some surprise, sometimes even a shock.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was Hermione’s voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I can’t see him, but I bet Wizard Sean is quietly listening.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Justin picked up the thread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I couldn’t agree more—he’s probably peeking too.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ron agreed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He’s definitely ‘lurking.’”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hermione summed up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wizard Sean?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry whispered tentatively.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean gave the magic hand mirror one last glance, feeling slightly embarrassed at being caught, then turned into the Alchemy Office.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Various ancient instruments here emitted coupled clicking sounds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wooden, iron, constantly moving, hanging from the ceiling, floating, shaped like a dragon…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professor Professor Tela’s office always brimmed with magical ingenuity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Come, my dear student.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professor Professor Tela looked weary, her silver hair tips still damp with morning dew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They stepped outside and walked quietly toward the North Tower office near Gryffindor Tower.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was filled with teleportation nodes like those inside the Ministry of Magic, with at least five fireplaces, all connected to the Floo Network, burning green flames.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The door clicked open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean observed the walls and ceiling, both built of rough stone, rounded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beneath an intricately carved fireplace directly ahead, a fire crackled, illuminating Professor Professor Tela’s joyful face:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Come, my student. Remember the trick to Floo Powder? Don’t mispronounce it. It’s Jade Workshop—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that, the professor grabbed Wizard Sean’s hand, strode to the fireplace, scooped a handful of glittering powder from a bottle on the mantel, and tossed it into the flames.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Green flames swiftly swallowed both of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jade Workshop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This village-sized place was Professor Professor Tela’s personal alchemy workshop, hidden behind a crumbling brick wall in a London alley.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Occasionally, guests visited the workshop, but mostly it served as a gold mine for wizarding merchants.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flora Olivia Professor Tela, second only to Nicolas Flamel, never produced inferior magical artifacts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For wizarding merchants, this meant dealing with her was a guaranteed profit—only the scale varied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, many wizarding merchants frequently visited to cultivate relationships.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some were descendants of ancient wizarding families, some were Professor Tela’s students from decades past, others were procurement officers for national magical governments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among them, Professor Tela’s students came most often.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, these young wizards all harbored a deeply buried thought—Flora Olivia Professor Tela, their beloved teacher, had no students.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re? Another of my aunt’s students? Well, fine, come with me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Emerging from the fireplace, Wizard Sean first saw an unremarkable black iron door, covered in verdigris.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside the door stood a young witch, about twenty, with bright eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean said, turning his head to see runes carved on the door:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【When we speak openly, we say nothing. But when we write, hidden truths abound.】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This sentiment perfectly matched Wizard Sean’s impression of alchemy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For centuries, alchemists’ manuscripts had been filled with symbols and codes to prevent malicious parties from gaining knowledge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s your name?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young witch seemed lively and spirited.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wizard Sean Green.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean answered, bowing slightly as the young witch had.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He glanced around again—Professor Professor Tela had vanished somewhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was strange; they’d entered the fireplace together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve never seen a wizard so young. I heard decades ago, Britain had merchants your age.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My aunt helped them—some were quite remarkable.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The witch with crimson hair crouched down, bringing her face level with Wizard Sean’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Decades ago… Britain…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean couldn’t help thinking of London child laborers—whose lives could be called “hellish”: forced into prolonged labor under brutal conditions, with no safety, their physical and mental health shattered, most never reaching adulthood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m not a merchant.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, right—you’re not yet Professor Tela’s student?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The witch with crimson hair giggled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean sighed slightly, suspecting Professor Professor Tela was watching him somewhere, amused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, come in, future Master of Alchemy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young witch extended her slender arm and dripped a drop of pure mercury into the mouth of the ouroboros carved on the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, the door opened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before them stood a vast machine powered entirely by steam and magic, puffing out smoke with a wheezing “huff-huff,” the smoke lining up and drifting far away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My aunt’s teacher helped build the Hogwarts Express. In her generation, she still studies the balance between steam and magic…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young witch explained enthusiastically.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Look behind…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Following her gaze, beyond lay a vast complex of buildings hidden in secret corners of London.\u003C\u002Fp>",971,"2026-06-19T10:00:42.198Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","1d1cce1b6c7a2d8d613ad97c687594d85c67732d7ff37f8c0c5a0d888ca37cab","hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-452","hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-450",526,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhogwarts-learning-panel-cover.jpg"]