[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-hogwarts-learning-panel":3,"chapter-hogwarts-learning-panel-hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-478":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},2250716,4210,"Chapter 478: The Past of Bees","hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-478",478,"\u003Cp>This was a bright valley.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A stream flowed gently across the emerald fields, sunlight melting and spreading like honey.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air carried the scent of fresh grass mixed with the aroma of baked pies from a wizard’s kitchen, and the sweetness of wild apple trees on the distant slopes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A ginger cat lay sprawled atop the wall, its belly rising and falling with each breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We’re almost there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dumbledore said slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind him, the young wizard in a black robe wondered how Headmaster Dumbledore had slipped out of Hogwarts again—no wonder Professor McGonagall often voiced quiet complaints.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked up; he and Headmaster Dumbledore stood on an ancient alley, beneath a brilliant summer sky where clouds drifted lazily. Houses lined the narrow lane, their windows glowing with Christmas decorations. A short distance ahead, golden streetlamps marked the center of the village.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sirius knew where this was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Godric’s Hollow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A village in the western counties of England.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The History of Magic described it thus:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the International Statute of Secrecy was signed and enacted in 1689, wizards went completely into hiding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps naturally, they formed their own small communities within their settlements.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many small villages attracted a few wizarding families, who banded together to help and protect one another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dittany in Cornwall, Upper Fleggle in Yorkshire, Ottery St. Catchpole on England’s south coast—all had wizarding families living among tolerant, sometimes Confunded Muggles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of such half-wizarding settlements, the most famous was perhaps Godric’s Hollow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This southwestern village was the birthplace of the great wizard Godric Gryffindor and the place where the wizard goldsmith Bowman Wright forged the first Golden Snitch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The graveyard bore the surnames of ancient wizarding families—undoubtedly the reason for the chapel’s centuries of ghost stories.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, isn’t it wonderful? Decades have passed, yet it remains just as I remember—only fewer wizards now…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dumbledore walked along a path lined with wildflowers, his tone light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you know where this is?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Godric’s Hollow, Headmaster.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sirius replied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Precisely. Let’s hurry, before Minerva notices we’re gone… We’re going to the graveyard…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dumbledore quickened his pace; though over a hundred years old, the old headmaster was surprisingly robust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps, by wizarding standards of age, he was still middle-aged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This meant Sirius had to break into a light run to keep up—so he leapt, transforming into a black cat darting through the fields and flowers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dumbledore cast a silent glance at the black cat, his eyes holding a long-absent mischief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Turning left along the path, the village center—a small square—appeared before them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At its center stood a war memorial, half-hidden behind wind-tossed pines, adorned with strings of festive lights.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were a few shops, a post office, a pub, and a small chapel, its stained glass casting jewel-like glows across the square.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The grass had been packed hard: trodden flat by feet all day, now stiff and slippery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Villagers crossed paths before them, gently illuminated by streetlamps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Occasionally someone stared in surprise at Dumbledore, quickly covering their mouth; others approached with warm, simple greetings, their eyes glistening as they turned away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dumbledore smiled at each one—male and female wizards, young and old—though he had not returned for decades, it seemed they still knew him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The black cat heard snippets of laughter and pop music from the pub’s opening door, and the hymns rising from the chapel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the graveyard’s entrance stood a narrow gate. Dumbledore pushed it open as quietly as he could; the black cat leapt inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I have to say, the path to the graveyard gate was slick—the black cat’s claws had fully extended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rows of snow-dusted tombstones stood in the field, dotted with brilliant red, gold, and green patches—the stained glass casting reflections onto the snow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dumbledore stopped at one spot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The black cat leapt onto his shoulder, following his gaze:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Below lay a dark stone slab, etched into frost-rimed, moss-covered granite: CANDRA DUMBLEDORE, followed by the dates of her birth and death, and beneath it: AND HER DAUGHTER ALBANNA.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And beneath that, an inscription:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【The heart follows the treasure】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Have you seen her?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dumbledore spoke, but his eyes never left the graveyard for a moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not yet, but my ghost friend Rita has.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The black cat said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dumbledore asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The power of the Soul Relic has not yet returned. You must wait a month.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The black cat leapt down, transforming into a young, handsome wizard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, let’s have afternoon tea, then go see her together—what do you think, Mr. Green?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dumbledore looked distant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How else could he have said such a thing—go see Alanna?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Sirius nodded:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, Headmaster.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So they set off, arriving at the pub.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dumbledore ordered a bitter black tea, no sugar, yet he ordered Sirius a jasmine tea overflowing with sugar cubes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is it true that one feels happiness most intensely when nearing it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dumbledore asked suddenly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“One feels anxiety when happiness is in motion,” Sirius replied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You don’t need to do this.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sirius suddenly understood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew how Headmaster Dumbledore intended to show him Alanna.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I only wanted you to meet her first, dear little Green—how else would you know it was her?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I thought my fear had died. But it still lives—so long as she lives, it will never fade… Consider it an old man’s wish.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dumbledore slipped again into that daze; Sirius felt a pang of pity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You should trust me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sirius said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I trust you faithfully, Mr. Green. But I do not trust myself—do I still deserve to see her? I…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dumbledore murmured, his voice cutting off abruptly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What choked his throat was love.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Spirits in the Threshold linger because of obsession. A soul finds another soul for only one reason—they are waiting for each other.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sirius thought of the old headmaster of Ilvermorny, whom he had never seen again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her journey had been too far; her soul no longer lingered or waited.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Go to her, Mr. Dumbledore—as if she has been waiting for you all along. Do not retreat unless there is no other choice.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Go to see her, Mr. Dumbledore, as if she has been waiting for you all along—do not retreat unless you have no other choice.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean said.\u003C\u002Fp>",1022,"2026-06-19T10:00:42.198Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","2b4992e319b79f13ec9d7a14e1253dce75754bc60cf9df6f9e1cb5dfd254c876","hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-479","hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-477",526,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhogwarts-learning-panel-cover.jpg"]