[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-hogwarts-learning-panel":3,"chapter-hogwarts-learning-panel-hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-483":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},2250721,4210,"Chapter 483: Sirius Black Is About to Escape","hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-483",483,"\u003Cp>Mr. Weasley told the Daily Prophet happily:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We’re planning to spend our summer vacation in Egypt—our eldest son Bill works as a curse-breaker at Gringotts Wizarding Bank there.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Weasley family will stay in Egypt for a month and return in time for the new term at Hogwarts, where all five of the Weasley children are currently enrolled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sirius glanced at the moving photograph and saw nine Weasleys standing before a massive pyramid, waving vigorously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A smile spread across his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mrs. Weasley, short and plump; Mr. Weasley, tall and bald; six sons and one daughter—all had fiery red hair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thin, lanky, clumsy Ron stood in the center, his pet rat Scabbers perched on his shoulder, one arm wrapped around his sister Ginny.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sirius knew the time had come.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He did not immediately study magic but walked toward the dungeons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He faced no resistance—Professor Snape had approved his leave request.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Though all these activities are useless, you’re preparing…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professor Snape spoke coldly from the shadows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You mean?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sirius was puzzled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmm…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professor Snape swept his robe, and the dungeon door shut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sirius was utterly baffled until Professor McGonagall came hurrying down the stairs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Preparing what? It’s getting late, child. Marcus and the others want to host it at the McGonagall villa—their letter should arrive shortly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professor McGonagall looked at Sirius, then quickly looked away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Preparing what, Professor?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sirius couldn’t understand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course, preparing—oh, are you leaving?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professor McGonagall noticed the slip in his hand and smiled gently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Come, I’ll go with you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until leaving Hogwarts Castle, Sirius remained completely confused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professor McGonagall, however, seemed in high spirits; she had a long checklist—Sirius had last seen such a long list when Hogwarts prepared for Christmas—and she checked it with slight tension, as if Christmas were just around the corner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since the professor kept adding items to the list, Sirius didn’t dare interrupt her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he quietly set his confusion aside—he had plenty of time to unravel it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now more important was that he needed to go to Privet Drive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, Harry would leave Privet Drive—or perhaps he wouldn’t?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>According to what Sirius knew, Harry’s relationship with his aunt and uncle had improved considerably.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Sirius was certain of one thing: at this critical moment, the Black he had long awaited would arrive here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry would at least encounter Black once, after his birthday.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How long Black had been imprisoned, and precisely which day in July he escaped, Sirius did not know.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Therefore, he needed to arrive at Privet Drive early to prepare, so he could know the moment Black arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>July was drawing to a close, and Harry, at Privet Drive, was facing a special task.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the help of his friends, he no longer had to endure living in the cupboard under the stairs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He now slept in a spacious room; Uncle Vernon no longer stormed at him, and Dudley looked at him with disbelief and trembling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aunt Petunia had been silent for a long time, and at this point, Harry suddenly realized her attitude toward him was the only one that hadn’t changed much.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She still despised magic, but lately there was more complexity to it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The way she looked at Harry was something Harry couldn’t understand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Previously, Harry had thought those eyes held only hatred, but now they held something else—something inexplicable that Harry couldn’t fathom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the afternoon, Harry held the envelope in his hand, thinking about his task, and looked again at it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Dear Harry:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You wouldn’t believe how amazing Egypt is. Bill showed us all the tombs—the magic ancient Egyptian wizards cast on them, I swear you wouldn’t believe it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mum wouldn’t let Ginny enter the last tomb. It was full of bizarre skeletons—Muggles who broke in, some with multiple heads and such.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I still can’t believe Dad won the Daily Prophet’s grand prize.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seven hundred Galleons! Most of it went toward this trip, but they’re going to buy me new clothes for the term.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry clearly remembered Ron’s old clothes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[We’ll return a week before term starts, then go to London to buy my new clothes and our new textbooks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Do you think we might run into you there? I heard those Muggles aren’t bothering you anymore.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[P.S. Percy became Head Boy. He got the letter last week.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry looked again at the photo. Percy, in his seventh year at Hogwarts, looked especially proud. His hair was perfectly neat, topped with a beautiful Turkish hat, the Head Boy badge pinned to it, his horn-rimmed glasses glinting in Egypt’s sunlight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He smiled slowly, then opened another letter:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Dear Mr. Potter:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Please note that the new term begins on September 1st.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Hogwarts Express will depart from Platform Nine and Three-Quarters at King’s Cross Station at eleven o’clock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Third-year students are permitted to visit Hogsmeade on certain weekends.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Please have your parents or other legal guardians sign the permission form enclosed. The textbook list for next term is also attached.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—Yours faithfully, Deputy Headmistress: Professor McGonagall]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stared at the letter, carefully putting it away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was his task.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He needed to go to Hogsmeade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But first, he had to fulfill Aunt Petunia’s request.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Harry, your birthday is coming.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yesterday, Aunt Petunia had said this, her expression slow and unnatural.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry was surprised—he thought she’d never remembered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Will you celebrate it? Invite your friends.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aunt Petunia said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry immediately knew they wanted to meet Mr. Filius and Mr. Green.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t hard to understand—they’d landed a big project through your friends!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The money earned was enough to replace this house.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Harry had never realized they’d be willing to renovate a large room for themselves after earning it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, Harry always felt something he’d overlooked, something buried under resentment, was rising to the surface.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I… can?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry asked cautiously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aunt Petunia lowered her head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This expression had become more common in her over the past year.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That place you mentioned… Hogsmeade… those people… those places… you… you must be careful.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aunt Petunia said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you agree?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry was extremely tense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I have only one requirement: your uncle’s sister is coming. You must not display your magic, and you must show her respect.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aunt Petunia had always cared about appearances; she and Uncle Vernon valued face above all else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course… we’ll make sure she treats you politely too.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aunt Petunia suddenly relented.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was unexpected by Harry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As she left the room, Aunt Petunia lingered at the door, then suddenly whispered through the crack:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That Hogsmeade… those people… those places… you… you must be careful.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Harry looked toward the crack, Aunt Petunia had already clattered down the stairs.\u003C\u002Fp>",1111,"2026-06-19T10:00:42.198Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","fd2388aa462c2dda51245286a98b1b91a4bc6713436c8cb3866b818a15e54c9a","hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-484","hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-482",526,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhogwarts-learning-panel-cover.jpg"]