[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-hogwarts-learning-panel":3,"chapter-hogwarts-learning-panel-hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-6":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},2250244,4210,"Chapter 6","hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-6",6,"\u003Cp>Wizard Sean Green saw chocolate frog cards for the first time, and so did the young witches and wizards in compartment two.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Naturally, the conversation turned again to the cards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Whoa! Devant Simpson!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you know him?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t know him, but I deeply admire what he did.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hermione raised her eyebrows and took the card from Jia Jia Siting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Devant Simpson,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>survived eating an entire toxic tentacle as a bet, but his body is still purple.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Hermione finished reading, she turned her head and glared at Jia Jia Siting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Idiot.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, you’re right.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jia Jia Siting offered no argument; their gazes settled on Hermione’s card.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Godric Gryffindor,”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hermione lifted her chin, a broad smile curving her lips,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“one of the founders of Hogwarts, after whom one of the houses is named.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s amazing—I read about him in *Hogwarts: A History*. It says he left a sword somewhere in the castle.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jia Jia Siting spoke with genuine admiration; Hermione narrowed her eyes, clearly pleased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While they talked, the train had already left London, racing across pastures dotted with sheep and cattle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a moment, neither spoke, watching the vast fields and rolling hills blur past, occasionally spotting riders on galloping horses, clad in white riding attire, like white flowers in a painting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I mean, he’s really quiet.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hermione didn’t name him, but Jia Jia Siting knew exactly who she meant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not necessarily.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jia Jia Siting laughed, his dimples deepening, radiating warmth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wizard Sean, please deal with this pumpkin pie. Help me out.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, a slender hand flickered out of sight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thanks.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several seconds passed before the voice came from behind the thick, brownish book.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jia Jia Siting’s dimples deepened further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My mother told me that truly capable people are often quiet,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>even if a mountain fell before them, it wouldn’t frighten them—but they’re often unlucky…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jia Jia Siting’s gaze landed on Wizard Sean’s frayed coat and his focused face, implying more than he said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mother said I always needed friends like this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her advice helped me find friends at Samfield School,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and it turned out she was right—I think we’ll be lifelong friends.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We promised each other that even if we went to different schools, we’d never lose touch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oh, if you’re interested, I’d be happy to share our letters with you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Jia Jia Siting spoke, he opened his suitcase.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aside from the items on the school list, the most striking were the neatly stacked letters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside them lay scattered photographs—group pictures of Jia Jia Siting with his friends.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Hermione looked on in surprise, a voice filled with tears suddenly rang out:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Toad! Where are you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A round-faced boy squeezed into the compartment, hesitantly asking,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sorry, have you seen my toad?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The train had now traveled two-thirds of its route.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean was pulled from his focus by the train’s warm, dim yellow lights.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He rubbed his eyes—the compartment was empty except for him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Glancing at the darkening sky, he prepared to change into his wizard’s robe,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but as he closed *One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi*, he found a note inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It read:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Wizard Sean, we’re helping a boy named Neville find his toad. If you want to join us, look for us in the corridor.】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean thought for a moment, then wrote on the back of the note:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【The train’s arriving soon. Don’t forget to change.】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After writing, Wizard Sean picked up his school robe and opened the compartment door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The corridor was noisy—far louder than before, likely because the young witches and wizards had grown familiar with each other and now spoke louder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Wizard Sean passed one compartment, he caught the argument inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Daisies, sweet cream, and sunlight—turn this silly fat rat yellow.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A childish male voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are you sure that’s even a real spell?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A girl asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It doesn’t seem to work, does it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I tried a few simple spells at home just for practice—and they all worked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So what I mean is,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>watch this:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reparo.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean understood what was happening. He started to walk over, then saw a platinum-haired boy stride into the compartment, flanked by two bodyguard-like young wizards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean knew instantly what was coming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sure enough, a mocking voice soon rang out:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If I were you, Potter, I’d be very careful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You should be more polite, or you’ll end up on the same path as your parents.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They didn’t know any better, and if you hang around people like the Weasleys or Hagrid, you’ll be corrupted.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What a cruel mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean silently judged, turned away, and headed for the cloakroom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the now-silent compartment, a shout soon followed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean could guess—it was Scabbers biting Gao Er to help Harry out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he remembered right, this was the only time Peter Pettigrew ever helped Harry?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When compartment two filled again with young witches and wizards, the train’s rumbling reached its peak, then the crimson steam engine slowed to a crawl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside the windows,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>beneath a deep purple sky, only endless mountains and forests could be seen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hermione and Jia Jia Siting’s eyes sparkled with barely contained excitement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One by one, they stepped off the Hogwarts Express onto a small, dark platform.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Far ahead stood a giant holding a lantern—his silhouette looked like a monster from a fairy tale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The night’s chill bit at them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, Wizard Sean did not shiver—his clothes were no longer the donated, patched, pilled garments he’d worn before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were the plain Hogwarts robes and lining,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>warm and comfortable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Following Hagrid through the forest, the young witches and wizards all gasped in unison as they saw Hogwarts Castle:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Woo—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jia Jia Siting shouted the loudest, earning frequent glares from Hermione.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Forgive me, Hermione, Eton isn’t easy to give up,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but I made the right choice—look at this castle, the floating lanterns, the moving statues…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If my mother saw this—I think she’d be proud of me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rowing across the Black Black Lake, entering the boathouse, climbing the cliffside stairs,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the young witches and wizards halted at the entrance hall of the Great Hall, where Professor McGonagall began explaining the Sorting.\u003C\u002Fp>",1019,"2026-06-19T10:00:40.768Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","555b9988b19f4dc346acadd299ca9303fb73d62d3554ad509cec5dfb9fe0895a","hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-7","hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-5",526,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhogwarts-learning-panel-cover.jpg"]