[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-hogwarts-learning-panel":3,"chapter-hogwarts-learning-panel-hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-517":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},2250755,4210,"Chapter 517: A Misfortune","hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-517",517,"\u003Cp>Dreams are a mysterious existence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sometimes they reveal the future, as Harry once experienced; sometimes they link souls, revealing in haze what cannot be attained in daylight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most dreams are strange and unpredictable, but for the Harbinger of Luck in the Borderlands...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dreams are some dumplings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today, the Borderlands still hung thick with white mist; the black cat walked through familiar fog and found that dream dumpling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though the black cat rarely peered into others’ dreams—it had no wish to spy on wizards’ hidden hearts—today was different; it had to summon the dream’s guest out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that endless rain-drenched dream, the black cat saw young Professor Snape, and also, Spider’s Lane unlike its memory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In its memory, Spider’s Lane was dilapidated, but never had it known such terrifying quarrels.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the cramped room, the man roared in fury, the woman shrieked in agony; then the boy ran out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The black cat saw him in an almost deserted playground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A massive chimney loomed far off against the sky. Two girls swung on swings; a thin boy hid behind bushes, watching them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boy’s black hair was long; his clothes were wildly mismatched, as if deliberately chosen:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pair of jeans too short, a large, long, worn-out coat clearly meant for an adult, and a shirt oddly shaped like a maternity gown.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The black cat twitched its ears—this outfit was even worse than the children of Hollyse Orphanage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Young Professor Snape had a sallow face, a small frame, and a lean build.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He watched the younger girl swing higher than the older one, his thin face revealing unmasked longing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lily, don’t do that!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The older girl shrieked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But when the little girl reached the peak of her swing, she let go and flew into the air—truly flew, laughing as she plunged toward the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She did not crash onto the asphalt playground; instead, she glided through the air like an acrobat, hovering for a long time before landing lightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mom told you not to do that!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Petunia slammed her heels into the ground, halting the swing with a screeching scrape, then jumped up, hands on her hips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mom said you’re not allowed to do this, Lily!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But I’m fine,”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lily said, still giggling,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Petunia, watch this. See what I can do.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Petunia glanced around—the playground was empty except for them, and Snape and the black cat, though the girls knew nothing of the latter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lily picked up a withered flower from the bushes where Snape hid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Petunia stepped forward, curious yet displeased, her mind torn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lily waited until Petunia was close enough to see clearly, then opened her palm; the petals opened and closed rhythmically, like some strange, layered oyster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Stop that!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Petunia shrieked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I haven’t hurt you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lily said, though she still crushed the flower and threw it to the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s wrong,”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Petunia said, but her gaze followed the fallen flower and lingered on it for a long time,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How did you do that?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She asked again, her voice betraying unmistakable longing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Isn’t it obvious?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Young Snape could no longer contain himself; he leapt out from behind the bushes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Petunia screamed and turned to run toward the swings; Lily, clearly startled, stayed rooted in place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Young Snape seemed to regret his sudden appearance; he looked at Lily, a faint blush rising on his sallow cheeks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s obvious?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lily asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Young Snape looked nervous and excited. He glanced at Petunia, who lingered near the swings, then lowered his voice:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I know what you are.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What do you mean?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re… you’re a witch.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Young Snape whispered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lily looked insulted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s rude to say things like that to someone!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She turned and strode away, head held high, toward her sister.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Young Snape said. His face had turned bright red; the black cat saw his hand tremble beside his pocket.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The black cat no longer cared why he refused to take off that ridiculous oversized coat—he didn’t want to reveal the maternity shirt beneath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He swung his sleeves as he chased the girls, moving like a bat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sisters regarded him with identical disapproval, both gripping a swing post as if it were a safe zone in some game of tag.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You are,”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snape said to Lily,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re a witch. I’ve been watching you for a while. There’s nothing wrong with it. My mother is a witch; I’m a wizard.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Petunia’s laugh was like cold water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A wizard!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She shrieked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His sudden appearance had startled her, but now she regained her composure, and her courage returned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I know who you are. You’re the boy from the Snape family! They live in Spider’s Lane by the river,”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>she told Lily, her tone clearly implying she considered it a vile place,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Everyone there is crude, stupid, and ignorant!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not true.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The black cat softly rebutted, not noticing a tall shadow suddenly fixating on him from behind a tree trunk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then the dream abruptly shifted into nothingness; the black cat turned its head, and Professor Snape was studying it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What are you doing here?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snape’s tone was dangerously sharp; he stared at the dissolving dream scene, then turned to those green eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Looking for you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The black cat spoke plainly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snape froze, let out a cold snort, and fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His dream collapsed rapidly—this was the price a waking mind must pay; in the final second before the dream shattered and they fell into the Borderlands, the black cat saw a pair of green eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Strangely, they weren’t quite the same as the ones just before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the white mist of the Borderlands, the wary Potions professor scanned his surroundings; he saw a half-ruined Victorian building, its faded sign reading “Children’s Home.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Along the extended road, streetlamps flickered dimly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snape also saw houses, and cat statues beside them—but he thought them far from lifelike:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ugly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sneered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, as if suddenly realizing something:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The statues were ugly because they were unreal—not because they were inherently ugly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he said nothing; he only sneered again—his mind had thought, “Somewhat lifelike,” yet his lips twisted into another sneer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The black cat paid no mind; the professor’s tongue and thoughts had always been at odds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As it knew, inability to love was a learned deficiency—like being mute; true congenital muteness was rare; one could not speak because one could not hear.\u003C\u002Fp>",1052,"2026-06-19T10:00:42.198Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","61ad0907d8009b5bddbfe75b4b8da227b611d7b3a3ff48f435c73b5cd00a78d0","hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-518","hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-516",526,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhogwarts-learning-panel-cover.jpg"]