Hogwarts Study Panel

Chapter 434, Section 432: Enhanced Version of Soul-Stealing Technique
Amidst deafening cheers, the team members marched onto the field.

Oliver Wood took to the air and flew around the goalposts as if warming up.

Ms. Hodge released the ball. The Hufflepuff team members, dressed in pale yellow, were gathered together, making the most of the last minute to discuss tactics.

Harry mounted his flying broomstick, and the competition was about to officially begin.

He turned his gaze to the stands, where Hermione and Justin, who had even skipped their afternoon naps, were cheering for him. Neville was beside them, and Ron was holding up a large sign he had made himself using Transfiguration.

Everyone came, except for Sheen.

He's always been busy, and now he's even less willing to give himself any time to rest.

In fact, Harry hadn't seen Sheen for two days—Gryffindor and Ravenclaw hadn't had any classes together lately.

He took a deep breath and listened intently to Mrs. Hooch's whistle, a process that required great care, as her whistle was almost drowned out by the cheers of the audience.

Fourteen brooms rose into the sky.

Harry felt the hair on his forehead fluttering back, and the tension vanished in the excitement of flying.

The Quidditch match lasted for over an hour, ending with Gryffindor catching the Golden Snitch and taking a two-hundred-point lead over Hufflepuff.

There was applause and cheers everywhere.

Harry's forehead was damp with sweat, his hair clinging wetly to it. He looked around gleefully, finally meeting Sheen's smiling eyes.

"Sheen!"

He shouted excitedly.

His eyes were immediately filled with terror.

wrong……

Wasn't Sheen locked up in the cellar?
Ignoring the Gryffindor Quidditch team members running towards him, he quickly drove his broom back to the lounge.

As he searched everywhere for "Sheen," Sheen, who was at the edge of the crowd, had already disappeared.

Harry was practically choking on his breath; beads of sweat dripped from his forehead, and the cold wind made his figure appear exceptionally thin.

"Harry?"

A voice rang out, and Harry instinctively drew his wand, only to quickly drop it again.

"Sheen?"

His voice was full of surprise.

It's Sheen. How did he get out of the cellar?

Professor Snape gave me a day off.

Sheen said.

"Ah... is that so?"

Harry hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

But who was that Sheen I saw in the auditorium that day?
“I’ve been studying some ‘profound’ magic lately.”

Sheen said.

"Is that so?"

Harry relaxed a lot.

Perhaps Sheen used magic to create a copy of himself, like that diary; or perhaps Sheen conjured up a 3D projection of himself...

What does it matter? Sheen is capable of making any invention.

"It's not a 3D projection."

Sheen said.

"Ah, ah...isn't that right?"

"No, no, no, Sheen, did you...did I say anything?!"

Harry quickly covered his mouth.

Cold sweat broke out again.

Did he actually reveal all his inner thoughts?! No, he clearly didn't say anything!

"Sorry, Harry, I just couldn't control myself."

Sheen rubbed his temples; he was indeed losing control.

The combination of the cat-and-leopard biscuits and Legilimency has created a qualitative change, allowing him to now directly hear the inner voice of the young wizard.

Of course, it has to be a wizard who has absolutely no protection against him.

If the young wizards protected him, he would have no choice but to listen.

In other words, a wizard who has not learned Occlumency is practically a blank slate to him.

"Your eyes?!"

Harry exclaimed again.

As dusk fell, Sheen's eyes began to glow, and Harry could clearly see that they were sharp, vertical pupils like emeralds.

“Cat and Leopard Cookies, a new product category from Fairy Tale Workshop,” Sheen explained.

"What is a cat-leopard?"

Harry was even more confused.

"A magical creature, said to possess the ability to steal souls and minds."

Hermione and the others had somehow arrived beside them, and she explained impatiently.

“Even Ron knows, Harry.”

To Harry's even greater surprise, Ron paused for a moment, and then nodded helplessly.

Harry's eyes dimmed; he knew that because of Quidditch training, he had missed too many lessons at Hope Cottage.

"It's alright, Harry, there's still plenty of time."

Sheen said.

"Thank you, Sheen. But could you please stop reading my mind?"

Harry is about to surrender.

"Read minds?"

Hermione was a little confused.

"The cat and leopard biscuits gave me some Legilimency, not what you think, and I'm not an alien, Hermione."

Sheen said helplessly.

Hermione's face instantly turned red.

"You can stay sane while using cat and leopard biscuits... Oh my god..."

Hermione quickly composed herself, then, remembering something, she couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

The people in the cabin hoped to completely block Sheen's view so that when Sheen made eye contact with the wizard, he could hear their inner voices.

He shook his head. Using Legilimency on a wizard was extremely mentally taxing, especially in a situation where he couldn't control it.

He only lasted for less than a minute before he started to feel dizzy.

He closed his eyes, and the surroundings became quiet.

"I hope I haven't disturbed you..."

A faint, cold voice drifted over.

The silver-haired professor's appearance immediately intimidated the young wizards.

Harry and the others exchanged glances, seemingly trying to guess the wizard's identity.

"Professor Terra, hello."

Hermione seemed very excited, just like when she first met Dumbledore.
"This is Professor Terra, the professor of alchemy at Hogwarts, second only to Nick Flamel."

She explained to Harry and the others in a low voice.

Harry and his friends immediately tensed up.

"My dear disciple, what is this all about?"

When her back was to the young wizards, a hint of amusement appeared on her otherwise expressionless face.

"The cat-and-leopard biscuit's power can be combined with Legilimency, Professor."

Sheen said.

"oh oh?!"

Professor Terra's amusement vanished instantly, replaced by a heartfelt ecstasy.

They've already stolen the magical powers of the magical creatures, and now they can actually allow wizards to overwrite their abilities...?

Say goodbye to your... friend, we still have many tasks to complete today.

It seems that it's not just the Magic Hand Mirror that has good news.

Professor Terra smiled broadly.

A magic hand mirror?

Sheen opened his eyes and met Professor Terra's eyes directly.

And so, as expected, everything went black before his eyes.

"Let's go, my lovely, bold disciple."

He thought he heard Professor Terra laughing.

Dusk.

Dusk enveloped the young wizards like a curtain, and the sounds of Quidditch from the stadium drifted from afar, while an owl pierced the sunset overhead.

Sheen also arrived at the alchemy office.

(End of this chapter)