[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-hogwarts-learning-panel":3,"chapter-hogwarts-learning-panel-hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-479":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},2250717,4210,"Chapter 479: Boggart","hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-479",479,"\u003Cp>Dumbledore fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The silence lasted until they reached the center of the field.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, Wizard Sean would know that before love, saints and ordinary people are no different, and the greatest wizard in the magical world is no different from a Muggle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Right here. Let’s begin our first Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s hard to imagine I still have students to teach—what a daunting responsibility…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dumbledore said, as if he had once again become the kind, gentle man Wizard Sean remembered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He waved his wand and conjured an old wardrobe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dumbledore walked over and stood beside the wardrobe, which suddenly shook, thudding against the wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you know what’s inside?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dumbledore asked calmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I think there’s a Boggart inside.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean replied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah, yes. Boggarts favor dark, enclosed spaces,”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dumbledore said as if instructing a student,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Cabinets, the space under beds, cupboards beneath sinks… Now, my first question to you: What is a Boggart?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s a shape-shifter. It takes the form of whatever it believes will frighten us most.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean’s voice grew quieter; he felt increasingly how cruel this was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, I couldn’t have put it more clearly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dumbledore said,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So the Boggart trapped in this dark cabinet has no fixed form yet—it doesn’t know what the person outside fears. No one knows what a Boggart looks like when alone, but the moment I release it, it will instantly become each of us’ greatest fear. That means,”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dumbledore continued,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“we have a great advantage before a Boggart. Wizard Sean, have you discovered this advantage?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, Professor—we’re two people, so it doesn’t know what form to take.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Very correct.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dumbledore nodded,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“When dealing with a Boggart, it’s best to go in pairs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It confuses it:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Should it become a headless skeleton, or a meat-eating slug?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I once saw a Boggart make this mistake—it tried to frighten two people at once and ended up half-slug, utterly unscary.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The spell to repel a Boggart is simple, but requires strong willpower.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Remember, what truly destroys a Boggart is laughter. We must force it to take a form we find hilarious.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Now I’ll teach you the spell—repeat after me: Riddikulus!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dumbledore cherished this feeling—long ago, his students were Newt and Leta;\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>not so long ago, his students were James, Lily, Severus;\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>now, his student was Wizard Sean Green… He liked this student very much; sometimes he saw in him the very things he loved most.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Riddikulus!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean adapted easily to Dumbledore’s sudden instruction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good. Now let’s try. Step back, Wizard Sean.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean stepped away from the wardrobe, leaving only Dumbledore standing before it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A string of sparks shot from Dumbledore’s wand tip, striking the round doorknob.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wardrobe door flew open—but no monster emerged. Instead, there stood a timid, gentle witch, sweet and frail.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the instant Dumbledore saw her, he turned his head away; Wizard Sean swiftly drew his wand, and the door snapped shut in an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You don’t need to do this.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean frowned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had guessed long ago how the old wizard would make him see Alanna.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It would be by showing him the old wizard’s greatest fear—his Boggart, his sister, the dead Alanna.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, it’s fine…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dumbledore sat on the grass, his beard still trembling slightly,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sit here, come, child. Let me tell you a story.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wind blew gently; clouds drifted and curled across the field.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Once there was a wizard—a wizard we should have despised.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His sister was attacked by Muggles after accidentally revealing her magic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The attack left her mind severely unstable, unable to control her magic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His father, furious, cursed the Muggle boys in revenge and was arrested.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He died in Azkaban.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But what of him? He had talent—must admit, he was brilliant. So he wanted to escape. He wanted to rise above all others. He wanted to shine.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Look at what he did—he soon maintained frequent correspondence with the most renowned magical scholars of the time, including the famed alchemist Nicolas Flamel, the celebrated historian Bathilda Bagshot, and the magical theorist Adalbert Waffling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several of his papers were published in academic journals such as *Transfiguration Today*, *Innovations in Charms*, and *The Practical Potions Master*.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before graduation, he and another brilliant wizard, Elphias Doge, planned to travel the world immediately after finishing school.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had already prepared to depart for Greece in Diagon Alley when news arrived of his mother Candra’s death—she had died caring for her sister.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he abandoned his travels and returned home to care for his sister.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dumbledore’s narration was blunt and cold. His gaze passed over Wizard Sean’s head, fixed on the distant valley.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So he hated it all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After his mother’s death, he was left to care for a disabled sister and a willful brother, returning to the village filled with bitterness and pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He felt trapped, wasting his life!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he forgot—his brother had always shouldered his responsibilities; only his brother could calm his sister when her emotions spiraled out of control—and yet he forgot…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His brother was furious at his selfishness—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Think of it: he wanted to leave, to escape this place that bound him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was selfish, Wizard Sean—more selfish than you, a man of great selflessness, could ever imagine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Later… reality appeared in the form of his brother—rough, uneducated, yet far more capable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He refused to hear the hard truths his brother shouted at him. He didn’t want to hear that he was chained by a weak, unstable sister, unable to fulfill his plans—to subjugate Muggles, to elevate Wizards!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He, his companions, and his brother’s quarrel escalated into a duel. His sister… after all the careful care and devotion from his mother and brother… fell dead on the ground.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His companions fled, leaving only him to bury his sister, learning to endure days filled with guilt and unbearable grief—that was the price of his shame.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dumbledore smiled, a bitter smile like straw on a wheat field, holding a fragile strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was his entire life—constantly saying goodbye, running away, trying to forget yet never wanting to forget. In the end, his hands were empty, his heart scarred.\u003C\u002Fp>",1020,"2026-06-19T10:00:42.198Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","7fe73f87914765c9cba021ee463a892c339fde682d1f66ed8d083bbb9a8b2de1","hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-480","hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-478",526,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhogwarts-learning-panel-cover.jpg"]