Hogwarts Study Panel

Chapter 422-420: The Operation Begins

Any other wizard would probably have been moved by Hannah's invitation.

But Sheen ultimately shook his head.

This greatly disappointed Hannah.

"You don't believe in the existence of the lucky black cat? But you've already dreamed about it!"

Hannah asked, puzzled.

"Well, luck may come occasionally, but I'm sorry, Miss Abbott, I have more faith in myself."

Sheen said softly.

"But... good luck, you know, everyone hopes for good luck to come their way. Don't you want to touch the ears of the lucky black cat?"

Hannah stammered a little.

"Maybe."

Sheen thought for a moment, "Can a cat touch its own ears?"
It's a perplexing question.

"Well, sorry to bother you, Mr. Green."

Hannah walked away dejectedly, holding the invitation.

Hannah,

Just as Hannah was about to walk out the door, a voice drifted over.

"I don't know if good luck exists, but the feeling of waiting for good luck is perhaps the most precious gift."

"You're right."

Hannah quickly turned around, but the door to the school hospital was already closed.

She could only see through the crack in the door that the wizard on the sickbed flicked his finger, and several books flew over.

She rubbed her eyes; the door was now tightly shut.

Mr. Green is the most outstanding wizard of the last hundred years...

Her opinion, shared by all the students at Hogwarts, was once again proven true.

……

The hands of time turned downwards, reaching the warm and pleasant evening mark.

The sun slowly sank below the treetops of the Forbidden Forest, and Sheen walked across the meadow bathed in the evening glow.

Beside him, Hermione held a crystal bottle, while Justin gripped his wand tightly, ready for anything.

"It's a very interesting place. The house-elves at Hogwarts call it the 'Gate of Request' or the 'Gate of Requirement'."

Sheehan explained slowly, and Hermione and Justin listened attentively.

They needed to make their move in this quiet, secluded place where no one would notice.

Otherwise, if they were discovered or interrupted halfway through, Hogwarts might actually consider expelling them.

Of course, we have to exclude Sheen.

Not a single professor would vote in favor of expelling Sheehan.

"why?"

Hermione and Justin asked curiously.

"Because this room can only be entered when a person truly needs it."

It appears and disappears intermittently, but when it does, it is always arranged to meet the needs of the person seeking help.

When a house-elf gets really drunk, he'll find there's butterbeer to cure his hangover, and a bed that's the right size for an elf to sleep in.

Mr. Filch had also found spare cleaning supplies there when he ran out of tools..."

Sheen recounted what he knew in detail.

"It sounds a lot like Hope House."

Justin seemed to be deep in thought.

"Yes, they are about the same."

Sheen is certain.

"That was another very strange house."

Justin was somewhat excited.

How many people know about it?

Hermione asked, frowning.

“Rarely. People usually only find it when they need it, but then they never find it again because they don’t know it’s always been there waiting for them.”

Sheen said.

"That sounds amazing! Where should we look for it?"

Justin's heart started racing.

"On the eighth floor, opposite the tapestry of the giant stick beating up Barnabas."

Sheen shared.

"What are you waiting for?"

Justin took the lead, then quickly turned back. "Which tower is it, Sheehan?"

Hermione was speechless for a moment.

In the evening, the night was pleasant.

They quickly crossed the corridor and arrived at the place Sheen had described: in front of the huge tapestry depicting Barnabas trying to teach a troll ballet, opposite a white wall.

"arrive,"

Justin whispered, and a worm-eaten giant stopped beating the ballet teacher and turned to look at them.

"Sheen said to walk across this wall three times, focusing on what we need."

They followed this order, walking to the window at one end of the white wall, turning around, walking to the vase about a person's height at the other end, and then turning back.

Sheehan stood to the side holding Ravenclaw's old books, Justin squinted as he concentrated, and Hermione muttered to herself.

We need a place with no escape route… Justin and Hermione thought, a place where no sound can be heard… a place where we won’t be discovered…

"Sheen!"

As they turned around for the third time, Hermione suddenly spoke.

A very smooth door appeared on the wall.

Justin took the brass handle first, opened the door, and then they walked together into a spacious room—lit with torches, like the underground classroom.

But apart from the torches, it was empty.

Sheen walked toward the wall, where he saw an intricate array of runes.

"It's a soundproof magic barrier."

He said.

"It's just some insignificant magic found in a pile of junk."

Mr. Owl popped out of Sheen's Wizarding Book and said with his head held high.

"Mr. Raven."

Sheen reminded it that Bai Yi had also crawled out.

“Clever little wizard, it’s asleep. But I’ll tell you again, you’d better release it soon. One owl is enough for a wizard… choose the smartest one.”

LaVine was very confident.

"Mr. Raven."

Sheen reminded him again in a low voice.

"Annoying little wizard, I told you, Ms. Bai... why are you awake—"

Raven flapped its wings and fled, and Baiyi gave a shriek and gave chase.

Two owls flapped their wings, chasing each other.

"That voice sounds so familiar."

Justin watched the owls fly away through the crack in the door and scratched his head.

Raven, or Mr. Owl, had his suit taken away by Will for cleaning, and given the dim lighting, Justin didn't recognize him at first.

Hermione carefully observed Mr. Owl's retreating figure, then shook her head vigorously to shake away the absurd thoughts in her mind.

"Close the door. Lockhart is in the Defense Against the Dark Arts office right now, and I'll be back in half an hour."

Hermione gave her instructions.

"Ah."

Justin gripped his wand tightly.

After the owl incident, a tense atmosphere naturally spread.

Justin couldn't help but tremble slightly, and Hermione also took a deep breath.

What they are about to do is extremely risky, and they have no means of communication with each other. If an unexpected event occurs, their ability to adapt to changing circumstances will be put to the test.

Before Hermione left, the evening chill swept through the area, causing the torches to flicker.

"Wait a minute, take this."

At this moment, Sheen spoke up, breaking the tense atmosphere.

"what is this?"

Hermione held the smooth mirror and asked curiously.

"A variant of the two-way mirror, which functions like a telephone, I call the Magic Hand Mirror."

Sheen faced the two people who had taken up the smooth mirror.

"Sheen, you mean?"

Hermione's eyes lit up.

"Really? That's incredible!"

Justin whispered.

"real."