[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-hogwarts-learning-panel":3,"chapter-hogwarts-learning-panel-hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-466":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},2250704,4210,"Chapter 466: Exam Week","hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-466",466,"\u003Cp>Wizard Sean felt Roger might be right, but did the magical world even have mercenaries?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Quidditch always makes people feel younger, don’t you think?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dumbledore smiled warmly, glancing casually at Minerva, whose eyes were nearly brimming with tears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Perhaps you are right.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean took the tilted trophy; the massive object nearly struck him on the head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, be careful.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dumbledore extended his hand, beaming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind him, the professors were all laughing heartily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean felt embarrassed and struggled away, holding the trophy aloft.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dumbledore looked utterly delighted, chatting with Minerva about her own past Quidditch matches.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Minerva, I recall you never thought the trophy was heavy back then.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dumbledore sighed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Albus, the trophy back then hadn’t been made heavier by you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Minerva shot him a glance, then suppressed her excitement as she stared at the small wizard, swaying under the trophy, surrounded by others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Having finally won the Quidditch Cup, Ravenclaw’s excitement lasted at least a week.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the weather seemed to celebrate. As June approached, days grew clear and cloudless, hot enough to make one want to carry a few pints of chilled pumpkin juice to the pitch, plop down, and perhaps play a few rounds of Gobstones or watch the Giant Squid drift dreamily across the Black Lake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the edge of the Black Black Lake that day, Roger was rubbing his hands in excitement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Green, you mean…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, it produces illusions from within your heart—but remember, they are only illusions.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his hand was a deep black stone, its surface marked by a straight line representing the Elder Wand, and the triangle and circle symbolizing the Invisibility Cloak and the Stone still clearly visible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean instinctively concealed the pattern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Resurrection Stone, rather than fulfilling a wizard’s desire, lured him toward death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a wizard with a sound mind and few regrets, it allows a glimpse of a loved one’s illusion;\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but for those in deep anguish, it is Death’s messenger, sent to entice the wizard toward oblivion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So Wizard Sean chose several “relatively happy” wizards from the Ravenclaw Quidditch team—ones who wouldn’t recognize the concealed Resurrection Stone or be lured by its summoned phantoms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s a special alchemical artifact, Captain Davis—handle it with care.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean handed the Resurrection Stone over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Just summon some illusions—just don’t make it a rat—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Roger Davis laughed, yet still proceeded cautiously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He closed his eyes and turned the stone three times in his palm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, results came: both Wizard Sean and Roger heard faint rustling nearby, as if delicate bodies were stepping across the muddy soil beneath the Black Lake-side branches.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Roger realized they were neither ghosts nor living flesh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were more like… nearly solidified memories.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not as tangible as living bodies, yet far more real than ghosts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They approached Roger, each face wearing the same tender smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Grandpa…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Roger exclaimed in surprise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Wizard Sean saw nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Only I can see you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Roger glanced at Wizard Sean and asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Others can’t see them, because you’re part of me—I think I understand…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Roger seemed to murmur to himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean knew the solidified memories had appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Roger excitedly spoke at length to his grandfather—the one Wizard Sean couldn’t see.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After an hour, Roger wiped his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What a marvelous creation!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Roger still looked incredulous as he stared at Wizard Sean.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Could you help me describe it in detail?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Roger didn’t seem affected at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Did this prove that, for happy wizards, the Resurrection Stone wasn’t as agonizing as imagined?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Roger was eager,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I knew it was an illusion, but it was so real—he felt exactly like my grandfather’s true soul. Yet he seemed emotionless; my grandfather would’ve laughed himself silly hearing I won the double crown…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For many days, Wizard Sean tested the Resurrection Stone’s effects.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Members of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team repeatedly encountered deceased relatives by the Black Black Lake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their descriptions helped Wizard Sean complete an important task:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>understanding the Resurrection Stone—and clearly realizing he possessed this legendary alchemical artifact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each summer day grew more pleasant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizards longed to lie on the grass and bask in the sun all day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But they couldn’t. Exams loomed; students had to stay inside the castle, forcing their minds to concentrate while enticing summer breezes drifted through the windows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only a few wizards moved freely—like the well-known Mr. Green of Ravenclaw.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He occasionally appeared in the castle, calmly and steadily busy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sometimes, Ravenclaw students would burst into tears and cling to him, babbling nonsense about wanting to test the stone again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But soon, wizards had no time to care.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Exam Week had begun; the castle fell eerily silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At lunch on Monday, second-year students emerged from their Transfiguration exam, drained and pale, comparing scores and complaining about the difficulty—especially the question that required them to turn a teapot into a turtle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hermione gasped that her turtle looked like a sea turtle, infuriating others, since they considered it trivial.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My turtle’s tail was still the spout—how terrifying…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Should a turtle steam?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My turtle’s shell had willow patterns—do you think I’ll lose points?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean was the last to enter the exam room; Minerva was gazing at him gently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is simple for you, but I hope you don’t underestimate such practice.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Minerva said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were exactly ten students in the room; Wizard Sean saw Jia Jia Siting, Neville, and Ron.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Begin the exam—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No sooner had Minerva spoken than Ron finished first; though sweaty, he looked relaxed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Minerva commented.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then came Jia Jia Siting, Harry, Neville… all exited the room, but Wizard Sean remained lost in thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He raised his hand—unexpectedly, no wand was there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Minerva subtly sensed something, watching him silently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After two months of memory integration, Wizard Sean no longer merely mastered wandless spells—he now lightly tapped his finger against the turtle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The turtle began its wondrous transformation.\u003C\u002Fp>",980,"2026-06-19T10:00:42.198Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","23be2cbff8f1ea50bd20410b7ed0a17edf6e7007234f88c204ea95d7f579cf46","hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-467","hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-465",526,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhogwarts-learning-panel-cover.jpg"]