[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-hogwarts-learning-panel":3,"chapter-hogwarts-learning-panel-hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-484":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},2250722,4210,"Chapter 484: Party","hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-484",484,"\u003Cp>Aunt Petunia’s words carried a deep-seated fear that Harry could not fully grasp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he understood that the wizarding world was not safe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked into the mirror:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was thin and small for his age, but he had grown a few inches over the past year.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet his jet-black hair remained just as it always had—wild and unruly no matter how much he tried to tame it;\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind the lenses, his eyes were a vivid green, and through his messy bangs, a thin scar shaped like a lightning bolt was clearly visible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of all Harry’s unusual traits, this scar was the most extraordinary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was not, as the Dursleys had claimed for ten years, a souvenir from the car crash that killed his parents, because Lily and James Potter had not died in a car crash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were murdered—killed by Voldemort, the most terrifying dark wizard in a century.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry had survived the attack, leaving only this scar on his forehead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Voldemort’s curse had not killed Harry; it had rebounded upon himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Voldemort had become neither dead nor alive, and fled…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Harry had encountered him again at Hogwarts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Harry could not help but think of Xiang Xiang Xien.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The quiet Xiang Xiang Xien who read books, the Xiang Xiang Xien who walked through Hogwarts at night with a bloodstained sword, the Xiang Xiang Xien who had led them against Voldemort time and again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry looked up; the afternoon sun blazed directly onto the terrace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clouds stretched lazily across the horizon, not a single star to be seen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Harry knew that when night came, when facing the dark wizards, they would always find the stars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had always been there, high in the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Harry’s thoughts drifted, the doorbell rang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry ran downstairs to open the door; the sun hung above the tidy garden, illuminating the brass number 4 on the Dursleys’ front door, and its light gently touched the visitor’s face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mr. Potter.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside stood a serious-looking woman wearing square glasses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wore a emerald-green cloak, her jet-black hair pulled into a tight bun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She showed a barely perceptible excitement, but more than that, an kindness Harry rarely saw.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Professor McGonagall, you—I mean, how did you…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry never expected it to be Professor McGonagall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Memories of his past misdeeds flooded his mind as if time had reversed, and his expression grew tense without warning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m here to accompany Mr. Green… to deliver some invitations.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professor McGonagall was a wizard who valued propriety; Harry gently took the envelope from Xiang Xiang Xien’s hand, reading the unspoken cue in her eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What kind of invitation…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry was confused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What could possibly require a professor to deliver it in person?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He instinctively glanced at Xiang Xiang Xien; the black-haired young wizard’s confusion matched his own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiang Xiang Xien could not recall any major event coming up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Together, he and Harry stared in bewilderment at the invitation with its silver trim.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Dear Mr. Potter:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You are cordially invited to Mr. Green’s birthday party.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The party will be held on July 27th]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry snapped his head up:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Xiang Xiang Xien, your birthday?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My birthday?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiang Xiang Xien stared, dazed, then slowly realized.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, Xiang Xiang Xien.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry looked at him for a long time, silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until an owl landed beside the window, he asked carefully,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’ve never celebrated your birthday?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Listening to their conversation, Minerva McGonagall suddenly felt a bitter taste lingering in her throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The night of July 26th.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Twelve o’clock sharp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stars glittered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The twenty-seventh owl flew into Ravenclaw Tower.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiang Xiang Xien’s room was already filled with gifts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since acquiring the magical hand mirror, wizards’ communication had improved dramatically.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though no one knew who had spread the news, Xiang Xiang Xien had received gifts from the alchemical community, overflowing his small cabin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In addition, letters and gift boxes had arrived from the suburban farm, London, and Hogwarts Castle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiang Xiang Xien opened the latest large box.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside was another wrapped gift—a card and a letter from Hermione.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Dear Xiang Xiang Xien:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I hope you are well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If you are well, then…]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The magical hand mirror trembled slightly on the table; Xiang Xiang Xien could see the miniature image of Professor McGonagall forming a troubled face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good evening, Hermione.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiang Xiang Xien whispered softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A breeze brushed past the stained-glass windows of Ravenclaw Tower; on the table behind them sat a stack of fruit platters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through the cool, refreshing mung bean juice, faint shapes of peaches, cherries, and melons could be seen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You found your birthday, Xiang Xiang Xien…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She spoke her first sentence, then could say nothing more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hagrid showed me the Book of Admittance.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiang Xiang Xien said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Happy birthday, that’s all I wanted to say—I had to tell you.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It’s a wonderful holiday, and I celebrate it with all my heart. We all do.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If anyone doesn’t care about it, I’d say they’re all fools.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hermione finished in a muffled voice, then her face vanished into the rippling mirror surface.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the end, the young wizard saw her shoulders trembling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiang Xiang Xien stared at one spot for a long time, his gaze silent and unfocused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He opened the letter again and read it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Xiang Xiang Xien.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’m currently on vacation in France; as soon as I received the invitation, I rushed back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I won’t miss it—not ever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I bought your gift through owl post—it was advertised in the Daily Prophet (the paper arrives daily; it’s wonderful to stay updated on the wizarding world).\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Have you seen the photo of Ron and his family taken a week ago? I bet he’s learned a lot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I envy him—Egyptian wizards are incredibly fascinating. There are also some interesting local histories of magic here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’ve finished my History of Magic essay, including everything I discovered here; I hope it’s not too long—it’s two scrolls longer than Professor Binns required.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How about yours?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I really want to see you, Xiang Xiang Xien. I miss you so much—let’s meet on the festival of July 27th!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hermione, with greetings, P.S.:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ron says Percy became Head Boy. I imagine Percy is thrilled. Ron doesn’t seem happy about it.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiang Xiang Xien set Hermione’s letter aside and picked up her gift.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was heavy—a thick book filled with complex spells and Hermione’s collected notes on fascinating magical histories.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiang Xiang Xien slowly raised his head, gazing from the shadow of the castle tower at the gentle, drifting clouds, watching owls curve through the air stirred by the breeze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The trees of the Forbidden Forest and the hills were soft and green. The fields were damp and warm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They emitted a scent blending blooming grass, alfalfa, daisies, and rye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The locust blossoms were falling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The world was growing more beautiful.\u003C\u002Fp>",1129,"2026-06-19T10:00:42.198Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","01f2dc9ff1189167f9abc270f31f5212dcd7ccec9978d88af89b954a5de4b1c8","hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-485","hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-483",526,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhogwarts-learning-panel-cover.jpg"]