Hogwarts Study Panel

Chapter 426, Section 424: The Curse Plan

"Please address Mr. Green with respect, big guy!"

Will roared and shot an arrow through the tree next to Hagrid.

"Hey...didn't Mr. Green tell you that I would be coming back?"

Hagrid said, feeling frustrated.

“Mr. Green told me that my task would be complete once the owner of this place returned.”

Will tilted his head back.

It seemed that it was an incredibly honorable thing to be able to carry out a mission for the man he spoke of.

"I am the master of this place!"

Hagrid shouted at the top of his lungs, full of hope.

"Mr. Green didn't say anything—"

Will pointed the arrow at Hagrid's forehead.

"You stubborn little devil! Can't you ask?!"

Hagrid couldn't help but growl.

According to it, the owner of the house can enter, but since it doesn't know who the owner is, doesn't that mean no one can enter?!
"You big-bellied mole! You dare to presume to guess Mr. Green's deeper meaning!"

Will roared without backing down.

Sheen watched silently from the edge of the grass. A silver-feathered owl flew onto his shoulder, carrying a dead-looking Mr. Owl in its beak.

Mr. Owl was not seriously injured, he was just exhausted.

It fought three rounds against Baiyi in her owl form, and its desire to compete with her was completely shattered.

If it had witnessed Whitey's feat of defeating dozens of owls and landing on Sheen's shoulder, it might not have had this idea.

"Bai Yi".

Sheen tapped the owl's head with his finger.

"Cuckoo..."

Bai complained.

The Forbidden Forest was quiet, with only Hagrid and Will facing off.

Suddenly, they both looked toward the bushes, where a little wizard emerged.

“Will, this is the owner of the house, Hagrid.”

Sheen said.

"Ah! Please come in, Mr. Hagrid."

Will's expression changed instantly, and he respectfully stepped aside.

It looks completely different from before.

Hagrid scratched his head, suddenly becoming extremely curious about this fairy-like creature.

It's so stubborn!
"Sheen, come in, and you too, Will."

Hagrid greeted them warmly.

His black beard looked shiny, and he wore a long beaver fur coat. He smiled with delight as soon as he saw Sheen's face.

The fireplace was warm in the room, and Hagrid sipped eggnog as he recounted his thrilling experiences at the Ministry of Magic.

"...Fudge was unwilling to drop the case for me, feeling it would be a huge loss for the Ministry of Magic. But he quickly changed his mind..."

Professor Dumbledore has arrived, and the news of your deeds in the newspapers has reached his ears. Oh dear, you said in the newspaper that I am your best friend, is that true?

The Ministry of Magic finally agreed... Oh, by the way, Fudge asked me to give you my regards... What's the use of that?

After he agreed, Wizengamo reopened the case. Do you know Wizengamo? The highest court in the wizarding world.

It's okay if they don't know. They're planning to elect you as a youth council member, but they can't find you. Professor Dumbledore won't allow anyone else to enter Hogwarts..."

Hagrid stayed away from Hogwarts for a long time, as if he wanted to say everything he had been holding back during that time.

Sheen listened quietly, nodding occasionally.

"Hagrid, it must have been a tough journey."

he asks.

"Of course not! I can go to the Ministry of Magic three more times if it's always this good."

Hagrid's large face appeared reddish in the firelight.

"However, there are also problems; they pass the buck around like a ball."

Hagrid's beard was twisted together, and he looked quite distressed. "But you did a great job."

Sheen said.

"Of course, of course..."

Hagrid laughed heartily.

After talking with Hagrid for a while, the moon was already high in the treetops of the Forbidden Forest. Hagrid reluctantly saw Sheen off.

He waved his large hand beside the hut, watching the little wizard's figure disappear into the inky darkness.

Entering the castle corridor, Sheen silently walked toward the Ravenclaw Tower.

The matter of Hagrid and Lockhart has come to an end.

As for what Hagrid mentioned about things outside of Hogwarts Castle, such as Wizengamor's invitation, Sheehan had no interest.

This is the realm of magic, where magic is the foundation of everything.

Rather than giving an interview about Transfiguration today, or publishing an alchemy manual, Sheen prefers to first advance his spells to the level of "Expert".

He opened the panel:

[Levitation Charm: Master Level (600/?)]

【Curse Stop: Expert Level (1201/9000)】

[Whispering Spell: Expert Level (1011/9000)]

[Disillusion Charm: Expert Level (2380/9000)]

[Advanced: Twelve expert-level spells or five master-level spells can unlock the expert-level title in the field of spells]

With his magical talent, he would have needed to be at least a third-year student to raise his magical title to "Expert".

But now, with Ravenclaw's personal guidance, Sheen is confident he can advance his spells in his second year.

He still needs to choose from five master-level spells.

Because the Ironclad Curse, which he once considered quite difficult, is no longer the biggest problem.

With difficulty no longer his biggest headache, the challenge now lies in choosing the most suitable spell.

As Sheen pondered, the night grew even deeper.

【Guardian Deity Incantation】, 【Iron Armor Incantation】, 【Capture the Spirit and Seize Thoughts】.

The parchment rustled as Sheen wrote these three points at the very beginning of his notebook.

The Guardian Charm is for the next semester, while the Ironclad Charm, being an all-powerful defensive spell, is one that Sheen will naturally not miss.

As for Legilimency, that's another area of ​​Sheen's research.

……

Hogwarts Castle was fast asleep, with only the occasional owl flitting by, its wings scraping against the air and making a faint sound.

Sheen's two-way mirror suddenly rippled. He took it out, and the tabby cat was no longer licking its fur.

The instant Professor McGonagall's angry face appeared, Sheehan quickly called for Butler Pukchi.

I almost forgot again...

"Sheen Green".

Professor McGonagall spoke seriously, surveying Sheen's surroundings.

"professor."

Butler Pukchi returned to the Wizard's Book, and Sheen appeared out of thin air on a bed in the school hospital.

Beside him, Mrs. Pomfrey rubbed her eyes, muttered "strange" to herself, and then ignored him.

She's a doctor; as long as the patient returns, that's fine. As for how they returned...

She had seen far too many strange ways with Dumbledore.

"Ah."

Professor McGonagall's expression softened.

The two remained silent as the last snow of winter melted completely.

Hogwarts is no longer as cold as it used to be, and Sheehan no longer wears scarves from various wizards all day long.

"Professor, may I learn the Patronus Charm from you?"

Sheen suddenly asked.

(End of this chapter)