[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-hogwarts-learning-panel":3,"chapter-hogwarts-learning-panel-hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-514":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},2250752,4210,"Chapter 514","hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-514",514,"\u003Cp>Snape finished speaking and suddenly fell into the same state as the young wizard before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a brief moment of shock, he angrily drove the only young wizard in the dungeon classroom out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only after slamming the oak door shut could he snap back to himself and face his own reflection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What are you talking about?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He demanded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah, ah, very good, hey! Severus, a splendid start.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the portrait frame of the dungeon, a plump little gray mare slowly ambled onto the grass and began grazing absentmindedly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snape had long grown accustomed to the figures in Hogwarts portraits moving about and leaving their frames to visit one another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But no portrait dared stay long in his dungeon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Except…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sure enough, a short, armored knight chased after his little mare, clanking noisily into the picture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the grass stains on his metal knee armor, he must have just fallen off his mount.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Aha!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He called out to Snape,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Severus, you must be thinking—what rascal dares intrude upon my private domain?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps to mock me?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Severus, I sometimes think the same—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damn Severus, is he laughing at me for falling?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ha! If so, draw your sword, coward Severus!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The little knight drew his sword from its scabbard, wildly waving it while pretending to rage and leap about.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the sword was too long for him; he swung too hard, lost his balance, and face-planted into the grass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Heh—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snape laughed bitterly, leaning closer to the painting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the portrait, the knight grabbed his sword again and struggled to his feet. But the blade was sunk too deep into the grass; no matter how hard he pulled, he couldn’t free it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, he collapsed once more, as usual, thudding onto the grass, pushed up his visor, and wiped his sweaty face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Severus, even if you throw me into fire and roast me into a meat stick; even if you dump me among trolls and drown me in stench—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I still must say, Severus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>True words cannot be spoken smoothly; they must stumble, falter—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oh, they are hateful, yet they refuse to die…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The knight’s feigned anger vanished instantly. He clanked to his feet and shouted:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Severus, we must find our goal, then die bravely in the charge!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pulled again at the sword—still no luck. He tried mounting the plump little mare—failed again. So he cried out:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s it, Severus: strip away the sword, abandon escape, submit to slaughter—this is the moment—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But what of it! It is the moment willingly embraced, the moment when self-loathing turns toward the light! That’s it! Forward! Forward!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You must have a brave heart, Severus! Irrelevant to reason, yet capable of winning all possible outcomes!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The knight cried, tears welling in his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snape fell silent, and silently cast the knight’s portrait out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he knew it was useless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dungeon must have some portraits, and the young wizards who came would quietly tell the knight portrait who the new additions were.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And this annoying thing would precisely come visiting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though annoyed, Snape did not stop it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, he let the young wizards treat viewing the portrait as a weekly ritual.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, that way, he would stay longer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Night fell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Slytherin common room still burned with a hearth fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a long, low cellar, its walls and ceiling built of rough stone, with round, green-glowing lamps hanging from chains from the ceiling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beneath an elaborately carved mantelpiece in the cellar, a fire crackled, casting light upon a tall figure seated in one of the carved chairs around it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snape sat like a statue, staring into the fire, motionless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, the bells of Hogwarts rang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unconsciously, his gaze lifted to the ceiling, toward Hogwarts’ towering spires.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He thought of this night, this night of rising mist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And in the tower he silently watched, Wizard Sean had inexplicably gained half a day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He arrived at the headmaster’s office door, waiting for the stone gargoyle’s question.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Password?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gargoyle asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lemon…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Wizard Sean finished, the gargoyle leapt aside, as if completing a routine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Snowball.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean whispered it, then silently stepped into the headmaster’s office.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sun had fully set; Dumbledore’s office was bathed in night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The glass case holding Godric Gryffindor’s sword glowed with a modest light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind Wizard Sean, the fledgling Fawkes chirped weakly in its nest of ashes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mr. Fawkes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean naturally fed the phoenix some herbs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You have gained the Phoenix (Fawkes)'s favor at a beginner level; favor +3\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Phoenix Fawkes: Slightly Favored (Beginner Level) (13\u002F300)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fawkes's favor has surpassed the beginner level; Wizard Sean's progress on Phoenix biscuits is also slowly increasing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slightly cheered, Wizard Sean glanced again around the office—Dumbledore was still absent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, Wizard Sean had written ahead to request use of Gryffindor’s sword, and Bai Yi had returned with Dumbledore’s written approval.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, Wizard Sean placed the letter on the desk, drew out Gryffindor’s sword, and saw its blade still sharp in the evening light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Goodbye, Mr. Fawkes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment he stepped out of the headmaster’s office, Wizard Sean had already placed his hand on Wilkes’s shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Though I don’t know why you always go to that square, Mr. Green, please hold my hand.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wilkes bent down and snapped his fingers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two vanished from the spot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place, a room that could not be discovered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sirius and a small, ancient, emaciated creature waited anxiously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They kept glancing out the window, straining to hear any sound of the door opening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, they heard nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For Wilkes had entered the room directly; now he and Wizard Sean walked past two long, worm-eaten curtains—Wizard Sean knew there was another door behind them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then they passed a massive umbrella stand made from what looked like a troll’s severed leg, and climbed a dark staircase, where the wall panels held a row of wrinkled heads.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean looked closely and realized they were house-elf heads.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He recalled the Black family’s ancestral creed: when house-elves grew too old to work, their heads were cut off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He frowned, lost in thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, he reached the floor where Sirius waited.\u003C\u002Fp>",1026,"2026-06-19T10:00:42.198Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","e979c58bf50420a4a052cec481f0be647b2def7b63fac9b522d0d59e28ccee29","hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-515","hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-513",526,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhogwarts-learning-panel-cover.jpg"]