[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-hogwarts-learning-panel":3,"chapter-hogwarts-learning-panel-hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-49":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},2250287,4210,"Chapter 49: The Knight","hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-49",49,"\u003Cp>Soon, the several parties who had been at odds with each other dispersed after making their arrangements.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Harry and Ron passed by, they were still whispering about it:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s a wizard duel like?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry asked,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And what do you mean by being my assistant?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, if you die, the assistant steps in.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ron said casually, then noticed Harry’s pale face and quickly corrected himself,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I mean, you know, people only die in proper duels against real wizards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You and Malfoy can at most shoot sparks at each other.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What if I wave my wand and nothing happens?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then drop the wand and punch him in the nose.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ron’s voice was firm and decisive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh my goodness!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hermione’s face had turned red with anger,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t they even know how many points they’re going to lose?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I worked so hard to earn all those points, and we still couldn’t match Ravenclaw—they’re still deducting them!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She stormed off, and Justin, worried for her, immediately followed:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, Wizard Sean, we’ll be right back… don’t worry, I’m here—Hermione won’t be bullied.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean nodded,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>though right now he was more focused on the Yorkshire pudding in front of him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Justin could handle the quarrel between Ron and the others—he was a full head taller than Ron and the rest,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>which meant Ron would have to think twice before saying anything hurtful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same time, Wizard Sean knew that because of this midnight duel, Harry would encounter the three-headed dog for the first time,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and his adventures this school year would officially begin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that had nothing to do with Wizard Sean. If anything did,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>it was that once Harry drove Voldemort away, Hogwarts would become much safer,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and at least for this school year, Wizard Sean could focus on grinding his proficiency.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the last day before Flying Class,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the Ravenclaws’ excitement was soaring to the heavens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After politely bidding farewell to Mrs. Pince, Wizard Sean could still hear loud discussions about Quidditch echoing down the corridors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even as she left, Mrs. Pince was still flipping through his notes with keen interest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This lady, whom the young witches and wizards both respected and feared, was not always irritable,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>or rather, it was the students’ behavior that made her irritable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anyone would be angry if their carefully organized books were messed up or their neatly cleaned desks were scribbled on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So Wizard Sean quietly did a little something himself,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>casting a few cleaning charms was simple and didn’t take much time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean’s History of Magic notes were already half completed, and the learned Mrs. Pince had given him many useful suggestions;\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>whenever Wizard Sean was confused, this kind woman would casually slip him a book—saving him countless hours.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He closed the library’s heavy oak door once again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cool evening breeze stirred Wizard Sean’s hair, and Sir Cadogan had somehow displaced the black-robed wizard in the portrait above him:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh—Wizard Sean Green (see green)!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean ignored him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tomorrow, yes, tomorrow you’ll have Flying Class—yet today you won’t seek advice from Scotland’s greatest Chaser?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean kept walking with his head down, while Sir Cadogan darted between several portraits,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>now stepping across a golden wheat field belonging to a beautiful lady in a straw hat, then narrowly avoiding a group of monks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sir, you’re from the time of King Arthur, but the first Quidditch World Cup was held in 1473…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean said helplessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A little trick— at least you're willing to talk to me, aren't you? Violet—three bottles of strong wine!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sir Cadogan shouted, stretching his voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, Sir, you really know how to work it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Madame Violet, dressed in a long gown, smiled helplessly—she had lost the bet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah ha—considering the wine, I suppose I ought to give you some advice.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean eyed the seemingly unreliable knight skeptically.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the knight suddenly leapt up—only to be kicked far away by a startled pegasus, yet he quickly scrambled back to his feet:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve watched five centuries of Quidditch, young Green—I know it better than the woman who teaches it!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Go on.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean instantly pulled out his notebook.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmm, this is a secret technique—I only share it with the young witches and wizards I take a shine to—I’ve never told anyone else,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the last one who got this trick was… what was his name? Potter—yes, Potter. A talented lad, too…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sir Cadogan looked wistful,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let me tell you: when wizards invented the flying broom, it wasn’t because only brooms could fly,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but because they carved their spells onto the brooms. You don’t ride the broom—you ride the spell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It’s the spell that gives the broom its flight. When you realize this, you’ll understand—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>control yourself, and you control flight.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It made sense. Wizard Sean sincerely thanked him:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmm—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sir Cadogan’s chin was practically pointing at the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After Wizard Sean left, the knight muttered:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Young Green, don’t you dare move the monk portraits again—last time, Madame Violet chased me all day with a broom…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fireplace in the Ravenclaw common room was always warm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young witches and wizards habitually sat together, talking about Quidditch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean remembered Sir Cadogan’s words: Potter… talented…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoever this Potter was, he clearly had exceptional talent for Quidditch;\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry had even used his flying skills to pass the obstacle on the fourth floor and, in the Triwizard Tournament, navigated past dragons to claim the Golden Egg.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So could it be…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No—how could Sir Cadogan have known?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Friday,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the Hogwarts Quidditch pitch lay quietly at the edge of the Forbidden Forest—a magically enhanced arena.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At either end of the three-hundred-foot oval field stood three golden posts; the central area between them was the goal zone, resembling a giant’s game of toss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were many stories about this goal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once, it had been a basket mounted atop the posts. Later, it was reformed into a goal between two posts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The reason for the reform was simple: in the north, near Barneton,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>wizards placed tiny baskets on the opposing team’s goalposts—you couldn’t even fit a grape inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But on their own end, they could make giant woven willow hoops spin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Department of Magical Sports and Games suffered a major setback, and the reform was eventually enforced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the time, angry protesters gathered in the hall and hurled countless baskets; the department’s reform representatives were forced to retreat step by step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another interesting point:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>these subsequent riots were instigated by goblins stirring up trouble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beneath the tall golden posts, Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff students entered the pitch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wizard Sean, isn’t that broom too thin? Can you even ride it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean heard Justin’s quiet question.\u003C\u002Fp>",1111,"2026-06-19T10:00:40.768Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","87c36a3e5c82261da7e39088c9f468c0a8d02872c01890916a459b7b38f519ef","hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-50","hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-48",526,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhogwarts-learning-panel-cover.jpg"]