[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-hogwarts-learning-panel":3,"chapter-hogwarts-learning-panel-hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-522":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},2250760,4210,"Chapter 522: New Professor","hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-522",522,"\u003Cp>People ran past the door of their compartment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young wizards chatted excitedly about Hogsmeade, occasionally glancing at the sleeping new professor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean also took the opportunity to observe Lupin’s condition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He still looked worn out, which was only natural—he had gone without sleep for days interviewing candidates for the new wizard shop manager.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But his clothing had improved considerably, though he still clung to his patched garments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He still carried that suitcase; Wizard Sean knew his own Transfiguration magic couldn’t last that long, so Lupin had sustained the spell himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lupin always remembered every kindness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps he had received too little kindness, like some young wizard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The train rolled onward, and Wizard Sean gradually sank into the ocean of magical history.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He held his unfinished *Chronicle of Wizarding Magic*, sitting nearly motionless, occasionally tapping a finger to turn the pages automatically.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At one o’clock, the plump witch pushing the food cart arrived at their compartment door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Should we wake him up?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ron nodded toward Professor Lupin, asking uncertainly,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He looks like he needs something to eat.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hermione cautiously approached Professor Lupin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Er—Professor?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She said,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m sorry—Professor?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Come see—this is yours—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hermione turned to Jia Jia Siting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He’s exhausted, Hermione. He spent two days and nights selecting qualified wizard shop managers.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jia Jia Siting said helplessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t worry, dear,”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the cart witch stepped in, handing Jia Jia Siting a stack of cauldron-shaped cakes as she spoke,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If he wakes up hungry, I’m up front with the driver.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I think he’s just asleep?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ron whispered after the witch closed the sliding door,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I mean—he’s not dead, is he?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He’s still breathing,”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hermione whispered, taking the cauldron-shaped cake Jia Jia Siting offered her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professor Lupin wasn’t a great travel companion, but having him in their compartment was still useful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Around three or four in the afternoon, rain began to fall, blurring the rolling hills outside the window.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, the young wizards heard footsteps in the aisle, then three people they disliked appeared at the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Draco Malfoy, flanked on either side by his two cronies: Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Malfoy had a pale, sharp face, always twisted in a sneer, in Slytherin House.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was the Seeker for Slytherin’s Quidditch team, just as one of the young wizards—Harry—was for Gryffindor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, neither had ever defeated a Ravenclaw Seeker.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes, that’s what everyone said—if you somehow beat Ravenclaw, the furious Ravenclaws would summon their true core.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wood always felt powerless about this—he’d never even seen the Ravenclaw train, so how could he defeat him?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey, look who’s here.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Malfoy pulled open the compartment door, speaking in his lazy, drawling tone,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Snot and dead chickens.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crabbe and Goyle laughed like ogres.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wait—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Malfoy suddenly raised his hand to stop their laughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked over with an uneasy gaze Harry had never seen before—he could see the black-haired young wizard now reading intently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing their noise, he frowned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Stop laughing—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Malfoy whispered to his followers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crabbe and Goyle naturally fell silent upon seeing the occupant of the compartment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No wizard who had attended the Dueling Club would underestimate a book-loving young wizard—if they did, they’d never been taken down in a single blow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I heard your father finally got some gold again this summer,”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Malfoy whispered to Ron,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Did your mother faint from shock?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though his whisper lacked force, Ron sprang to his feet, knocking over Crookshanks’s basket.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Lupin grunted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who’s that?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Malfoy said, instinctively stepping back upon seeing Lupin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“New teacher.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry stood up too, ready to pull Ron back if needed,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What were you saying, Malfoy?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Malfoy’s gray eyes narrowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn’t a fool—he wouldn’t provoke trouble under a teacher’s nose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides, he’d only come to mock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Otherwise, to start a fight under the gaze of some young wizard—disturbing his reading—no Hogwarts wizard had the nerve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let’s go.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He said cheerfully to Crabbe and Goyle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three vanished. Harry and Ron sat back down; Ron rubbed his knuckles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This term, I won’t tolerate another word from Malfoy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He growled,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I mean it—if he dares insult my family again, I’ll grab his head—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ron made a violent gesture in the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ron, you’re a wizard—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hermione snapped in reminder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ron suddenly seemed to realize something, his eyes lighting up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could he forget? His second year at Hogwarts hadn’t been a single day wasted!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve got eight curses—look…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ron said excitedly, but Hermione shot him a furious glare, pointing at the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor in their seat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had woken up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hello. Seems lively in here.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lupin rubbed his bloodshot eyes, voice hoarse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mr. Lupin.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hermione said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hello, Miss Granger.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lupin smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How did you—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hermione gasped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They’d seen Lupin’s suitcase—but how did he know her name?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lupin smiled, then looked at the book Hermione had open—the first page bore the young witch’s name and her year.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hermione blushed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Third-year student, then… do you know a wizard named Green?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lupin asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why are you looking for him?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ron asked, curious but wary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It seems he’s quite famous at Hogwarts.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lupin smiled again, genuinely amused,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How about this reason: collecting my wages? I’ve always wanted to meet him face to face… to collect.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hermione and Harry didn’t fully believe his excuse, but Ron was thoroughly intrigued:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He’s right…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As they spoke, the train raced northward, the rain growing heavier, the windows turning into a watery gray that gradually darkened.\u003C\u002Fp>",911,"2026-06-19T10:00:42.198Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","e947ec4175c47e8cf13c52362012093b0bcb3cbf5d2e2a47b87e1094118b10c7","hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-523","hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-521",526,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhogwarts-learning-panel-cover.jpg"]