[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-wizard-war-at-hogwarts":3,"chapter-wizard-war-at-hogwarts-wizard-war-at-hogwarts-chapter-50":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Wizard War at Hogwarts",{"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},2358023,4612,"Chapter 50","wizard-war-at-hogwarts-chapter-50",50,"\u003Cp>After making the team, Harry found his life getting busier. He rushed to finish his homework on Saturday afternoon, but before he could investigate the “omen” Zhang Qiu had encountered, he received word that the team would train again that evening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On Sunday afternoon, the pitch was being used by Ravenclaw, but Wood still gathered the team to discuss tactics and review the match. Harry blended in with the players; he was still confused, but after repeated theoretical instruction, he began to gradually understand some things.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he finally finished evening training and dragged his broom back to the dormitory, he suddenly realized: this weekend, not only had he failed to investigate the omen, he’d barely even finished his homework.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the next Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson, Tang Nade continued making students run laps and spar—but this time, he had Harry, Ron, and Neville practice against each other while he stood aside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry quickly realized Neville was very strong, so he and Ron decided to team up. Neville, eager for a challenge, fought back fiercely. The three of them exchanged blows skillfully, putting on an impressive display that drew many classmates’ attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Excellent. Everyone, stop,” Tang Nade called as class neared its end. “Before we dismiss, I have an announcement: I’m forming a Dueling Club to teach advanced defensive magic to students who wish to improve. Only those who perform well in class will be invited. The club meets every Monday and Thursday evening in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry was certainly interested in the club, but Wood told him he had to attend team practices every Thursday, Saturday, and Sunday evening—he was torn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ron and Neville performed exceptionally well in this lesson. I formally invite you both to join my Dueling Club.” Tang Nade did not mention Harry, leaving him stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ron was excited; Neville remained calm—but both accepted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That evening, Ron prepared to leave. Harry hesitated. He was deeply curious about the Dueling Club, but since he hadn’t been invited, out of childish pride, he didn’t follow. Instead, he went to the library. Zhang Qiu sat at their usual table; Harry joined her and began writing his homework.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hello, Harry.” A voice greeted him. Harry instinctively looked up—and saw Malfoy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Malfoy and Pan Xi arrived together. They sat at the same table, wearing smiles that might or might not have been genuine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What do you want?” Harry’s tone was stiff.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We’ve come to apologize for last Saturday,” Malfoy said with a smile. “Pan Xi attacked your friend Ron. She regretted it immediately, but girls are shy, so she waited until today.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then you should apologize to Ron yourself,” Harry said, sensing something off about this man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“For close friends like you, it makes little difference,” Malfoy murmured. “Pure-blood families are bound by blood. Though the Weasleys hold different ideals, we share similar lineage—we should seek common ground and coexist in harmony. I’ve already reprimanded Pan Xi.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry glanced at the girl. She clearly trusted Malfoy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, by the way—let me properly introduce you,” Malfoy said. “This is my good friend, Pan Parkinson.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Parkinson was a disease, Harry thought oddly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Harry’s lack of reaction, he added: “Parkinson is one of the Twenty-Eight Pure-Blood Families.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry pulled his thoughts back to reality. Though Malfoy still radiated pure-blood superiority, his tone seemed sincere. Harry softened his expression slightly and gave a false smile. “Alright. Nice to meet you, Pan. This is my friend Zhang Qiu—she’s a year above us.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Zhang family—ancient Eastern pure-blood nobility,” Malfoy explained to Pan. “They have many powerful curse-breakers.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There’s a Chinese saying: ‘Don’t strike a smiling face,’” Zhang Qiu said coolly. “If you sincerely apologize, we can let this go. We can still be friends.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry instinctively felt the Chinese phrase didn’t mean that—but he was used to Zhang Qiu’s indirect, veiled sarcasm. She called it “yin-yang sarcasm.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan’s eyes brightened. “Actually, I deeply admire Senior Zhang. Your actions have inspired me greatly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What?” Zhang Qiu was puzzled. Harry having fans was normal—but why would someone admire her?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I heard you crossed carriage compartments on your first day to find Harry,” Pan said. “That took courage. I used to be too afraid to speak to Malfoy. But after hearing your story, I thought—if you could become friends with Harry, then surely I could succeed with Malfoy, right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s thanks to my Master’s teachings,” Zhang Qiu replied, automatically modest. Then she frowned. “But what did you mean by ‘even’?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re different ages, different houses, different families,” Pan whispered. “It seemed impossible—but you two just… get along well.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why are you stammering?” Harry sensed something wrong. “What were you really trying to say?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan glanced at Malfoy, blushing. “It’s nothing… it’s just…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Perfectly matched,” Malfoy said with a smile. “Just as Cui Ge said.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Compared to Cui Ge calling himself \"the perfect match,\" Harry thought, this phrase probably meant \"barely compatible.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You get along well with Cui Ge?” Zhang Qiu, sensing the awkward silence, casually asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes. We’re taking turns using that notebook,” Malfoy said. “That’s actually one reason I came today—I think you and Harry should join too.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What do you mean?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The notebook is incredibly useful—it answers countless questions, and the only side effect is a bit of fatigue. Out of caution, we always rotate in pairs: two people use it together, watching each other to avoid overuse.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry remembered when Cui Ge had brought the notebook to him—Luna had been right beside him. Perhaps Cui Ge and Luna had been the first pair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Does it have to be one boy and one girl?” Zhang Qiu asked curiously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not necessarily,” Malfoy hesitated, then said, “It’s just that… the first two pairs happened to be.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright. Could I try it?” Zhang Qiu asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course.” Malfoy pulled the worn diary from his robe with ease.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The diary looked the same: wrinkled cover, a signature on the first page, the rest blank.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Qiu wrote slowly: “Tom, what do you know about the ominous black dog?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A line of writing slowly appeared: “Fortune-teller’s nonsense. Don’t take it seriously.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Qiu frowned. She wrote again: “I’ve heard of a magical creature called the Fenrir Hound. Do you know it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elegant cursive script reappeared: “I’ve never heard of it. But tell me more about it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Qiu shook her head, returned the pen to the inkwell, and said disappointedly: “This diary is useless to me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Malfoy looked embarrassed. “It’s a British magical artifact, after all. Maybe try asking about school matters.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No need,” Harry waved him off. “Who can’t I ask about school? I’ll save my energy for Quidditch training.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You could also talk about daily life,” Pan interjected. “I was too shy to apologize before—but Tom encouraged me: mistakes must be corrected promptly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes,” Malfoy agreed. “He also said good things should be shared with friends—and he’s told me plenty about Quidditch. Harry, though we’re rivals on the pitch, that doesn’t stop us from being friends off it, working together toward a noble goal.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Just as Tom says,” Pan added. “To restore the glory of pure blood—it is our duty.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What a perfect husband-and-wife act,” Zhang Qiu sneered. As long as Voldemort’s threat remained unresolved, she had no grounds to trust Malfoy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uh—she means,” Harry noticed her sarcasm was obvious and tried to recover. “You two speak like a married couple. It’s… amusing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Malfoy and Pan blushed and avoided each other’s eyes, Harry added: “We don’t need the notebook. You might find someone else.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“By the way, Hermione usually sits at that table,” Zhang Qiu pointed across the room, where a bushy-haired little witch was scribbling furiously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the name, Malfoy’s face twisted with distaste. “Maybe another time. I just remembered we have other things to do.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, let’s go,” Pan offered a vague excuse. She tugged Malfoy’s sleeve, and they hurried out of the library.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How ridiculous,” Zhang Qiu said coldly. “They owe more than just an apology for that Nose-Biting Hex.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes,” Harry said. “But I’m thinking of something else. It seems they rotate weekly. Last week it was Cui Ge and Luna; this week, Malfoy and Pan. Their pattern: every time they get the notebook, they rush over to recommend it to me. That’s strange.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you think the notebook is making them do this?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I suspect so,” Harry hesitated. “But Tang Nade said the notebook is harmless…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not necessarily,” Zhang Qiu analyzed. “Perhaps Tang Nade himself is the problem. Maybe the notebook is his tool—designed to achieve some goal.”\u003C\u002Fp>",1422,"2026-06-21T04:54:27.874Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","bd1cf3bd1eb6b28793718d30b1878b855de06802e7968e98ad8db7e8372586f7","wizard-war-at-hogwarts-chapter-51","wizard-war-at-hogwarts-chapter-49",528,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwizard-war-at-hogwarts-cover.jpg"]