[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-hogwarts-learning-panel":3,"chapter-hogwarts-learning-panel-hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-508":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},2250746,4210,"Chapter 508: A Beautiful Dream","hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-508",508,"\u003Cp>“Let me see them one last time, I beg you—I am willing to give everything, anything I have…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you must sacrifice anyone for your great plan, remember me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sirius stared straight at Wizard Sean, who did not understand why he was so willing to risk his life for a wizard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unless… he had already died.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now he was no more than a ghost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, Wizard Sean knew something that could ignite a soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You still need to deal with Peter.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, of course, but I suppose Lupin is still there. He works at your bookshop, doesn’t he?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sirius said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then what about Harry?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean said slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Harry… he has his aunt…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sirius hesitated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why not ask him? If you don’t ask him, he loses the right to choose.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sir, this is not a good decision.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean whispered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sirius lost all strength to argue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You are his godfather, aren’t you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean added the final chip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course, of course…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sirius’s voice grew hoarse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then do it for Harry. If you clear your name, he might be eager to live with you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sirius still stared blankly at the wall—in the distant Leaky Cauldron, in the room he had lived in, there was a face he knew too well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve seen him. His face resembles his father’s, and his grandfather’s too.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But his eyes—they are like his mother’s.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sirius murmured, then suddenly turned to the young wizard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I owe him, sir, but I also know that if we cannot stop Voldemort from rising again… all of this is meaningless.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What good is defeating the darkest wizard in the world?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sirius’s face was grimly resolute.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“To save innocent lives.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean looked at the man—the gaunt man, the man who had spent decades in prison—still holding onto courage and kindness, like a flame that could not be extinguished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I think you are always like me—you, a wizard Voldemort could never ignore, one who could have easily avoided this bitter battle…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And so I can only conclude: you fight for conscience, for the weak.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sirius spoke slowly, each word deliberate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Please, let me see them again, sir, honored sir.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If death comes for me tomorrow, I must know whether I still have the face to meet them—if they refuse to see me, if they hate me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sirius finished, nearly begging.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean finally sighed:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sir, everyone makes mistakes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But I must remind you—for some wizards, the world beyond the Veil is not necessarily beautiful.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Even if it is a mountain of knives or sea of fire, it does not matter.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sirius’s eyes brightened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then, have a good dream.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean said sincerely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Immediately, a Pooka leapt out from the pendant hanging from Wizard Sean’s chest, shaped like a book.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It glanced at Sirius with disdain, then respectfully vanished with the young wizard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sirius felt no anger—only a wild, overwhelming joy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He walked toward the tapestry and began clearing the glass-fronted cabinets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This task demanded intense focus, for many items inside seemed reluctant to leave their dusty shelves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would exhaust himself until he could not move—only then could he sleep well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—To welcome a beautiful dream, or to step into hell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While cleaning, Sirius was bitten hard by a silver snuffbox; within seconds, his hand was covered in a grotesque hard crust, like a rough brown glove.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, it’s nothing, nothing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He chuckled foolishly, examining his hand, then tapped it lightly with his wand—the skin returned to normal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Definitely tumor powder inside.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He seemed delighted, then tossed the snuffbox into the bag designated for trash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were still many things in the cabinet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For example, a Pixie—Sirius killed it with a book titled *Noble by Birth: Wizarding Genealogies*;\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A heavy, unopenable keepsake box—filled with a pile of ancient seals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a dusty box lay a First-Class Merlin Medal, awarded to Sirius’s grandfather for “contributions to the Ministry of Magic.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Meaning he gave them a pile of Galleons.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sirius hummed a tune as he tossed the medal into the trash bag.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was also a music box; when wound, it emitted faint, ominous notes, and Sirius suddenly felt weak, drowsy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, his mind remained clear—he pulled out a trumpet and collapsed onto the floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mist began to swirl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sirius awoke dazedly in a vast, white expanse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His first act was to punch himself hard, then grinned like an idiot:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bloody Merlin, that hurt!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He eagerly scanned the surroundings—and there, as expected, was a cat as black and deep as ink.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its posture matched exactly the drawing by Newt Scamander.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dear Mr. Black Cat, or my revered and beloved deity.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sirius bowed deeply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mr. Black, good evening.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The black cat said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It watched as misty blobs drifted naturally toward Sirius.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It leapt onto them, pressing down so they could not immediately touch Sirius.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, with a flick of its tail, it swept away several more misty blobs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I—I—I must do what? I must…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sirius looked around at this place, this luminous haze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These mists were unlike any he had ever seen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were not vapors obscuring the surroundings—they were vapors that had not yet formed the surroundings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ground beneath him was white—not hot, not cold—just an existence, flat and empty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Give me some memories, sir.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The black cat’s furry ears twitched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What memories? Oh, I must…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sirius was flustered until he saw the cat shape a Pensieve from mist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is this possible…?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gaped—here, he was no different from a novice wizard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But soon he smiled, slowly approaching the cat, whose eyes fixed on the silver threads.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On this night he had never dreamed of, dreams were the secret passage back to the past.\u003C\u002Fp>",949,"2026-06-19T10:00:42.198Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","ed01e80758c169407be191f1d2cf84208cdf199d0208bca7ee76e4119a724cb3","hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-509","hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-507",526,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhogwarts-learning-panel-cover.jpg"]