Hogwarts Study Panel

Chapter 44: The Wizard's Broom
"Merlin, why is that? Is it because it's strange enough?"

Justin's light gray eyes showed confusion.

Just then, a violent gust of wind came from outside the window, causing Justin's magic lantern hanging on the wall to sway violently.

He nudged Sheehan and Hermione, finally rousing them from their reverie.

Hermione frowned slightly, puffed out her cheeks, and was about to say something.
But then he saw Justin staring in disbelief, his hand pointing out the window.

Beside the ancient city walls that surrounded the castle on three sides, a figure flew towards the castle like lightning.

A gust of wind swept through the open, fan-shaped arched window.

The broom tip was still gleaming in the sunlight.

"It's because he's handsome enough... I see."

Justin's murmurs faded with the wind, but the eagerness in his eyes remained undisguised.

"Don't even think about it, Justin... First-year students are strictly prohibited from flying brooms without permission. Didn't you memorize the school rules?"

Hermione's soft words shattered the blond boy's illusions.

"what?!"

Justin stood there, stunned, like a piece of wood.

"Don't tell me you came to school without knowing the school rules."

Hermione wasn't too fascinated by the older wizard who had just flown by on a broomstick; she was more interested in the bewildered little badger.
"Oh my god, if you haven't memorized the school rules, how can you make sure you won't break them?"

"I don't know... I don't think Hogwarts would be that strict..."

Justin was momentarily stunned.
He glanced at Sheehan instinctively.
"Sheen, have you memorized the school rules?"

"Ah."

Sheehan's nod completely dimmed Justin's eyes.

In fact, to ensure he could stay at Hogwarts, Sheehan even memorized the school rules by heart.

Hermione is right; first-year wizards are not allowed to ride brooms without permission, but it's different if they have Madam Hooch's permission.

Although not many first-year wizards achieve this, there is always hope.

"Really... take it."

Hermione placed a brown-covered book with gold trim in Justin's lap; it was filled with precise notes.

The little badger's dull eyes brightened again.

He held "Hogwarts: A History of the School" in his hands, and then heard Hermione mutter "idiot" under her breath.

"Also, wizards don't use magic brooms just to show off..."

Hermione turned the page of "The Amazing Quidditch".
The three little heads huddled together again.

Ancient experience has taught wizards that...

If their Muggle neighbors knew all about their assets, those Muggles would find ways to exploit their abilities.

So if wizards wanted to have a flying vehicle in their homes,
So this kind of thing must be something to be cautious about, something that is easy to hide.

So, what happened next is well known to everyone.

"So they chose brooms?"

Justin hadn't expected this answer, but he quickly nodded in understanding.

"If my neighbor were a wizard, I would also find it hard to resist the urge to learn about them."

The afternoon sunlight slanted through the fan-shaped arched windows, dividing the small classroom into a warm space with alternating light and shadow.
A few dust particles danced slowly within the beam of light, like countless tiny, golden sprites.

Then it suddenly shuddered.

The three studying Quidditch were startled when they heard another knocking sound on the wall outside. "Oh! It's Ernie. If he's knocking on the wall next to him, it means he'll be waiting for me in the Great Hall."

Justin snapped out of his daze and whispered to Sheehan.

"It's about Professor Snape. I got Ernie and the others to help out."
After all, my mother said that the power of unity is always great.

Sheehan nodded thoughtfully, and then the two said goodbye to Hermione and left the classroom.
Justin added:
"Hermione, don't worry, I won't tell anyone where the classroom is. After all, it's a secret between the three of us!"

I promise……"

Hermione, engrossed in her book, seemed completely oblivious to this, only not noticing after Sheehan and Justin left.
Her eyes were slightly red.

In the auditorium.

A short, chubby blond boy was fidgeting, holding a book but his eyes kept glancing toward the door.

“Okay, Finley told me to wait for him here, and he’ll definitely come. I’d rather worry about Friday’s flight lesson than that.”

"Erni!"

Justin scanned the hall and spotted the boy at the Hufflepuff table.

"Justin!"

The short, chubby boy responded instantly, and Justin quickly led Sheen over.

Looking at this face that wasn't unfamiliar, a lot of information flashed through Sheen's mind.

Ernie McMillan.

A ninth-generation pureblood Hufflepuff, and an equally sincere Hufflepuff.

He had mistakenly believed that Harry was the heir to Slytherin, but after Hermione was petrified, he gradually realized that Harry was innocent and publicly apologized to Harry, who accepted his apology.

What impressed Sheehan most was the Battle of Hogwarts.
Professor McGonagall said to Ernie, who was the prefect:

"After hearing my order, the class monitor will organize the students of your college and be responsible for sending them to the evacuation point in an orderly manner."

Ernie McMillan, unusually serious, said:
"What if we want to stay and fight?"

……

Ernie brought some good news: Professor Snape was grading papers today and had been in his office for quite some time.

Sheen immediately took out the cooking tools and ingredients from the classroom.
They embarked on their journey to the cellar.

As for why he insisted on going to the cellar to boil it, it was because first-year wizards were not allowed to take the cauldron out of the cellar.

If it works out, then it's conceivable that Hogwarts will be filled with many demolition experts.

Potions are not a safe subject, just like chemistry experiments need to be done in a laboratory.

Such dangerous behavior should not be carried out casually.

Wisps of white smoke rose again above the crucible. Sheen remained focused, his hands moving without pause.
Soon, bubbles began to rise from the crucible.
Only faint breathing sounds and the boiling of the crucible remained in the cellar.

When Professor Snape left his office and went into the cellar,

Sheen left satisfied with his three points of proficiency.

Master Libárrhe Polács was right.

Without sufficient willpower, the reformation ritual cannot be completed.

Sheen's fatigue had lingered ever since the last potion-brewing session.
This kind of exhaustion comes from within, and according to Master Lipasu Pollachi's estimate, it will last for at least five days.

While waiting to fully recover from his exhaustion, Sheen didn't idle around. If he had to describe exactly what he was doing in one sentence...
That should be:

He was playing hide-and-seek with Professor Snape.

(End of this chapter)