Hogwarts Study Panel

Chapter 430, Section 428: The Time Converter
The male and female wizards in Neville's household wrote to him, offering many different suggestions on course selection.

Neville was at a loss and very nervous.

He sat there looking at the course schedule, his tongue lolling out, and quietly asked Justin if he thought arithmetic divination sounded more difficult to learn than ancient runes.

On the other side, at the long table in Gryffindor.

Dean Thomas and his friends, like Sheehan, are Muggle wizards.

They closed their eyes and randomly tapped the list with their wands, choosing whichever course they landed on.

Sheehan turned around and saw Hermione carefully read Justin's advice and then signed it for all the subjects.

Hermione, are you sure?

Harry clicked his tongue.

"Merlin..."

Ron's eyes widened.

Hermione ignored the two of them, put away her course selection form, and then looked at Sheehan with a strange gaze.

It's as if they're sharing a secret that only the two of them know.

Sheen, oblivious to this, frowned as he looked at the course selection schedule.

He certainly didn't want to miss any class.

Ancient runes are the cornerstone of alchemy; the Magical Creatures Protection class can't be without a newly appointed teaching assistant; divination courses will help him understand profound, uncharted prophetic magic, and later, he'll be taught by a centaur teacher himself; as for Muggle studies, they're also a course that will benefit his alchemy research...

However, he couldn't choose the schedule for all these courses at once.

Arithmetic Divination and the Magical Creatures Conservation course conflicted, and the Divination course also overlapped more than half with the Muggle Studies course.

This made Sheen feel even more that there wasn't enough time.

"Sheen, are you still thinking about it? Are there any less-than-ideal lessons involved?"

Hermione, who was already sitting next to Sheehan, asked in a low voice, her suspicious gaze practically glued to the Divination lesson.

Before Sheen could answer, another voice rang in his ears—it was Percy Weasley.

"It depends on where you want to go, Mr. Green and Miss Granger."

He says,

"We must plan for the future early, which is why I recommend divination to you. People say choosing Muggle studies is foolish, but I personally believe that wizards should have a comprehensive and thorough understanding of non-magical societies, especially if they want to work closely with Muggles—"

Look at my father, he has to deal with Muggle affairs every single moment.

My brother Charlie has always loved being outdoors, so he chose the Magical Creatures Conservation class. Play to your strengths, everyone.

He acted like a prefect who cared about younger students; he finished speaking and left.

"What do you think, Sheen?"

Hermione didn't think everything he said made sense.

She only trusted the two young wizards around her.

"I think……"

Sheen raised an eyebrow; he had thought of a powerful magical item.

Do you also think selecting all is the right thing to do?

Hermione couldn't wait.

"Ah."

Sheen nodded.

If he had a time converter, he would have more options.

"Well, that's good."

Hermione left with the book in her hands.

……

Time converter.

The word echoed in Sheen's mind several times.

So… he wrote it down in his notebook. The notebook was filled with Sheen's plans: past plans and present plans.

They are all different, but one thing is certain: all the plans in the notebook will eventually be completed.

[Apply for a time converter].

There was another line of text above.

After the course selection saga ended, the young wizards started chattering about Hogsmeade Week.

This is one of the few holidays they can spend away from Hogwarts Castle.

Hogsmeade Village has so many novel and interesting shops, and even the newly opened Grimm's Bookshop and Trick Room, where wizards in their second year and above are constantly discussing and debating.

Wizards in their third year and above were discussing what to buy, while second-year wizards were discussing what they would do next year.

After all, when school starts next year, they will be part of the crowd that can go to that sacred path.

Sheen ignored the voices of these discussions and was caught by another voice.

"I rarely see you thinking like this."

Prefect Pennet arrived after Percy. She briefly introduced the lessons to the group of young Ravenclaws before walking straight over.

"Chief Pennett."

Sheen said.

"I think you must have been just like me back then, unwilling to miss a single class..."

Prefect Pennet said in a seductive voice.

"Roger has been begging me for so long. The Ravenclaw Quidditch team needs you. The Ravenclaw Quidditch team's Seeker position has been reserved for you... But today I just want to tell you some special news."

If you agree to play for Ravenclaw, I will do everything I can to get it for you…

Sheen gazed at Prefect Pennet with his green eyes, and the beautiful prefect continued:
"A powerful magical artifact, it looked like a small, shiny golden timer with a long, fine golden chain."

Each time it rotates, it can go back one hour in time.

To possess it, one must ask the professor to write various letters to the Ministry of Magic, informing them that the owner is an exemplary student and will never use it for anything other than studying...

This is a secret passed down among model students throughout history. Do you know what it is?

Sergeant Pennett smiled and winked.

"Time Converter".

Sheen answered.

"Ah—you know—it seems Roger is going to be disappointed."

I won't ask if you own it; we both know it was sworn.

Prefect Pennet left somewhat dejectedly, giving Sheehan one last meaningful look, as if the thing were in Sheehan's bag.

To Sheen's equal disappointment, his bag contained only the Wizard's Book—including the Pukchi Butler, the Cat and the Leopard, and a vast, boundless space.

He walked through the corridor to the cellar where he was locked up.

That's right, his confinement began after he was discharged from the hospital.

From September 1st to September 1st, there were no holidays, for a total of seven years.

Sheehan, who started his solitary confinement in his second year, still owes Professor Snape a year.

Professor McGonagall, who had initially opposed the move, now agreed, while Dumbledore, who had cheerfully approved it, was now somewhat annoyed.

Sheen pondered for a moment, then walked into the cellar.

In the cellar.

Snape, hidden in the shadows, stared at the bubbling cauldron. As the wooden door creaked open and closed, he instinctively looked up.

The fool who was seduced by Dumbledore's ideas still seems to annoy him today.

He had his arm behind his back, holding something that looked like a necklace, and then his face turned cold.

The most bitter thing about him is that he's an annoying, brainless guy who can't even complain about how unfair life is.

(End of this chapter)