[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-hogwarts-learning-panel":3,"chapter-hogwarts-learning-panel-hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-516":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},2250754,4210,"Chapter 516","hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-516",516,"\u003Cp>“Stop… stop…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The voice arose in Wizard Sean’s mind; Wizard Sean frowned, and it vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I see your heart—it is mine…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I saw your dreams, I saw your desires, of course… hahaha, I saw your fears…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The voice returned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It curled around Wizard Sean’s ears, whispering seductive words without end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fear?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean paused for a second, slightly puzzled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You fear me, you fear your own powerlessness—admit it, you fear the future you once foresaw…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The voice still whispered, but Wizard Sean merely narrowed his eyes—and everything vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gazed ahead as always, calm, his pupils reflecting a deep, unfathomable gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fear of tomorrow?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean thought—he feared tomorrow least of all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The voice seemed to hold confusion, but soon it drifted toward Sirius and the others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You killed your brother; you made the couple who raised you as their own lose everything.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It spoke to Sirius.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You killed your master, foolish thing—you never fulfilled his final wish.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It hovered near Kreacher’s ear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sirius gasped for breath; Kreacher lunged toward the wall as if to smash his head against it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You are unworthy of your station, Winky—you are utterly unfit to be his aide.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The voice murmured sweetly into Winky’s ear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Did Mr. Green say that?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Winky the house-elf looked utterly bewildered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You stupid creature, lowly relative of a wizard—how could you ever compare to a wizard? You’re only useful…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The voice laughed mockingly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Did Mr. Green say that?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Winky the house-elf remained bewildered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Otherwise? He’s probably always thought so…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The voice sneered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t believe it. Mr. Green never said that, and…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Winky stuck out his neck,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re the fool, wizard. Mr. Green said I’m the cleverest house-elf.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The voice fell silent, as if astonished that a sentient being without a brain could exist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had failed twice today—first, he could not fathom the young wizard’s heart; second, he met something without a brain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same moment, a flash of swordlight pierced the curtain; the blade suddenly thrust out—with a metallic *clang*—followed by a long, piercing scream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean shattered the glass of both small windows; Riddle’s eyes were gone; the colorful silk lining of the locket emitted wisps of smoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thing living within the Horcrux vanished—tormenting others was its final act.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Phew—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sirius was drenched in sweat; he exhaled sharply, his gaze fixed on Kreacher, who had rushed toward the wall and then abruptly halted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You did it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sirius turned his head, seeing the fragments of the Horcrux and the black smoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He felt a deep, inner surge of relief and release:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—A part of the Dark Lord had been destroyed! Their battle had won a small victory!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If they kept fighting like this…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sirius’s eyes gleamed; a beautiful hope, named hope, took root in his heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master Regulus—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The house-elf let out a heart-wrenching cry, staring at the destroyed locket, tears soaking his ragged clothes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why are you so upset?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sirius asked, puzzled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sirius was naturally confused—Wizard Sean knew that, like many wizards, Sirius would never bother to understand that Kreacher, too, possessed tender emotions like a wizard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mr. Kreacher.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean knelt slightly and offered a tissue; he knew Kreacher was overwhelmed by joy, his cheeks wet with warm tears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is yours. Since you have inherited Master Regulus’s final wish, his belongings must now belong to you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean placed the locket fragments into Kreacher’s hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It took them nearly half an hour to calm Kreacher down—he, Kreacher, had received an authentic Black family relic, one of Master Regulus’s honored keepsakes!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The elf’s knees trembled; he could barely stand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he finally managed to shuffle a few steps, they accompanied him to the cupboard, watching as he carefully hid the old fake locket beneath a dirty blanket, promising Wizard Sean he would protect it well after they left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The elf bowed low to Wizard Sean, then gave Winky a comical twitch—perhaps attempting a formal bow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master Regulus, have you seen…? Your efforts were not in vain—Kreacher saw. Someone came—not a person, perhaps an angel—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kreacher whispered, lips trembling,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But it’s not over. Kreacher must still fight… fight! For my master, the defender of house-elves, in the name of brave Regulus, against the Dark Lord! Fight!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kreacher cast one last furtive glance at the young wizard beneath the moonlight, clutching the white tissue Wizard Sean had given him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kreacher had thought more than once: perhaps the one who inherited the master’s will was not just him…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heaven must have been moved by Master Regulus—only then could such a wizard appear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kreacher saw his master—not the old Master Regulus, nor the fugitive Sirius—but Green. Yes, forever loyal to the great Green, fighting for the shared faith and courage of Green and Master Regulus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re leaving?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sirius asked in a lowered voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were now in Sirius’s room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chamber was spacious, once undoubtedly beautiful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A large bed with carved headboard stood in the center; long velvet curtains hung over tall windows; the chandelier was thick with dust; candle stubs remained in their sockets, their hardened wax dripping like ice crystals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Paintings on the walls and the bedhead were dusted over; a spiderweb stretched from the chandelier to the top of the wooden wardrobe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, Mr. Sirius. Please do not forget what I just told you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean bowed politely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I shall never forget.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sirius said solemnly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just now, Wizard Sean had asked him to seek out a witch named Nagini whom he once knew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then I rely on you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean nodded; he and Winky vanished into the night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The stars tonight burned unusually bright; Hogwarts Castle remained as quiet as ever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only mist—somehow already thick—had veiled the moon, blurring the view. But mist was common in the Scottish Highlands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the dim dungeon, on a modest bed, the wizard lay with an unhealthy complexion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had sunk again into a hazy dream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those who are disheartened always love to dream.\u003C\u002Fp>",988,"2026-06-19T10:00:42.198Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","7629f6409c09eb41269b190f9d80255eb2913c033d4c1e848a2b8fb1cfe1e7c1","hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-517","hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-515",526,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhogwarts-learning-panel-cover.jpg"]