[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-hogwarts-learning-panel":3,"chapter-hogwarts-learning-panel-hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-467":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},2250705,4210,"Chapter 467","hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-467",467,"\u003Cp>First, steam began to rise from his entire body, then patterns gradually appeared on the shell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the time Wizard Sean picked it up, it had already transformed into a proper teapot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean examined the teapot closely, tapped it once, and the teapot slowly shifted until it fully transformed back into a turtle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After completing all this, Wizard Sean silently checked his mental state—somewhat tired, but not overly so.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wandless casting required far stricter control than using a wand, and Wizard Sean had spent most of his energy on this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment he looked up, he met Professor McGonagall’s stern gaze:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wandless casting… a dangerous skill… you need more practice.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professor McGonagall said slowly, and after a few seconds, her frown softened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But unquestionably, you achieved a perfect score, child—well done—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the Transfiguration exam, everyone hurriedly ate lunch and immediately returned upstairs for the Charms test.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How did it go?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the corridor, Hermione looked up at Wizard Sean.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not bad.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That means a perfect score—but I’ll get a perfect score too. If everyone gets perfect scores, then only later mistakes matter… I think I’ll have a chance to surpass you this time, Wizard Sean.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hermione said, clutching her book, then turned to Jia Jia Siting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I suppose so.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jia Jia Siting readily conceded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry and the others couldn’t get a word in, but they didn’t care.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry was determined to achieve outstanding grades in Charms, Transfiguration, Defense Against the Dark Arts, and Potions—only then would he meet the Auror requirements listed in A History of Magical Employment;\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ron shared the same vague idea as Harry; he had tucked A History of Magical Employment beneath a pile of books and left subtle markings on the Auror page.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neville remained as nervous as ever, constantly reviewing his notes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I think Professor Flitwick might test a special charm—the Happy Charm. You’d better review it ahead of time.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before entering the exam room, Hermione urged them urgently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry and the others took it seriously—after all, everyone knew Hermione was Professor Flitwick’s second-favorite witch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sure enough, Hermione was right: Professor Flitwick tested the Happy Charm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry, nervous, overdid his motion; his partner Ron burst into hysterical laughter and had to be taken to a quiet room for an hour before he could attempt his own charm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Wizard Sean cast the charm, Jia Jia Siting started laughing before even being spoken to—so much so that Wizard Sean wondered if he’d already cast the spell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After dinner, students rushed back to the common room—not to rest, but to review Potions and Astronomy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The day ended like this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the evening, Wizard Sean read beside the stained-glass window of Ravenclaw Tower.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He reread The Tale of the Three Brothers once more, and mist slowly rose beneath the deep blue, silent sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Far away in Dorset.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Newt had just lulled the three noisy Nifflers to sleep when he unconsciously recalled those Christmas days from last year.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he watched the mist rise, a relaxed smile crossed his face, and he drifted slowly to sleep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After an unknown length of time, Newt opened his eyes and turned slowly in place; the surroundings seemed to materialize before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a vast, open space—bright, clean—with a dilapidated building right before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a Victorian-era house, and on its wooden door hung a sign reading “Children’s Home.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A black cat… no, a Niffler… lay atop the sign, gazing at him with emerald eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mr. Scamander.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The black cat said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Respected Bastet.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Newt smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He occasionally came to this dream, and when the black cat studied Weather Magic and Spatial Magic earnestly, he felt perhaps the ancient legends were true.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What would you like to learn today?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Newt asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he asked, he also remembered his long-dormant creative passion—most of the manuscript for Dreams and Deities had been completed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps soon, Bastet would see this book in others’ dreams.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Today, I ask for nothing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The black cat said, sitting on the wooden sign, its fur glinting in the lamplight, radiating a mystical holiness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then… Leta… I… when can I see her?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Newt grew momentarily distant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I need memories, Mr. Scamander.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The black cat explained gently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It subtly glanced at its chest—where not only a plate-like alchemical artifact rested, but also a deep, dark stone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Resurrection Stone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its power could summon the spirits of the dead, but it naturally had limits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—The user must have a clear impression of the deceased spirit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the black cat’s mind held no image of Leta at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course, of course—trade must be fair.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Newt said after a moment of daze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beloved Bastet wielded the magic of dreams; any mortal wishing to trade with it must pay a price.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would never believe that trivial magical knowledge could persuade this powerful magical creature to cross the boundary between life and death for him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I give you my memories—I willingly relinquish them—I only wish to see her…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Newt kept saying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What did you say?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After Newt agreed, the black cat had been rummaging through the mist, and after a few seconds, it tossed a Pensieve onto Newt’s lap with its tail.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Pensieve landed in Newt’s hands; his face flushed:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Can you use a Pensieve beyond the Veil…?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He murmured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This place is my dream.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The black cat lifted its paw and gracefully drew a circle in the air, indicating its size.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Newt smiled, awed and genuinely delighted by such powerful magic as he used the Pensieve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I need to be with you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The black cat leapt over, curiously studying Newt’s silvery memories.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its paws rested on Newt’s shoulders, its fur brushing his face—Newt thought this might be the strangest dream he’d ever had.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I need to see her, Mr. Newt.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The black cat repeated for the final time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I understand…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Newt, shyly, avoided looking directly at the black cat, instead burying his head beside it into the Pensieve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the memory, it was a rainy day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Young Newt Scamander sat alone in a dim waiting area, staring blankly ahead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moments later, he felt something tugging at his wrist; he looked down and saw Pickett the Bowtruckle swinging from a loose thread on his sleeve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thread snapped; Pickett fell, and Newt’s button rolled away down the corridor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Newt and Pickett watched it go, then both ran after it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Newt reached it first; as he bent to pick up the button, he noticed a pair of female feet before him.\u003C\u002Fp>",1085,"2026-06-19T10:00:42.198Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","cca0e59d8b28b40a59b618955b3521df74503468946dfc2d3306f1c95a6f2d91","hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-468","hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-466",526,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhogwarts-learning-panel-cover.jpg"]