Hogwarts Study Panel

Chapter 526-524: The Opening Remarks of Potions Class - A Legacy (4k)

Sheen glanced at Professor Lupin and silently sat down next to Professor Snape.

Lupin glanced thoughtfully back at the Potions professor, only to find that Snape was still staring intently at him.

"As for our third new teacher,"

After the applause subsided, Dumbledore continued,

"I regret to inform you that our Conservation of Magical Creatures teacher, Professor Kettleburn, retired at the end of last semester so that he could have more time to enjoy his old age."

However, I am pleased to announce that the person who will be filling his position is none other than Rupert Hagrid, who has agreed to accept this teaching position in addition to his duties as a gamekeeper.”

At the long table, Justin, Hermione, and the others looked at each other in surprise.

Then they joined in the applause, and the applause at the Gryffindor table was particularly enthusiastic.

Sheen looked to his left and saw Hagrid's face flushed red, his eyes lowered as he looked at his large hands, a big smile hidden behind his tangled black beard.

"We should have known!"

Ron was pounding the table and shouting loudly.

"Who else would ask us to prepare a book that bites?"

Sheen and the others were the last to stop clapping. At that moment, Professor Dumbledore started speaking again, and they saw Hagrid wiping his eyes with a tablecloth.

"Alright, there's one last important thing left."

Dumbledore said.

The young wizards all eagerly awaited Dumbledore's final message.

What could it be?

Hogwarts has appointed three new wizards, including Professor Lupin, oh, not many people know him…

Hagrid, a gamekeeper, was quite well-known; he was the one who decorated the Christmas tree every year…

As for Mr. Green, Merlin, is there anyone who doesn't know him?

Even a newly arrived junior wizard?
More importantly, dear Mr. Green is the teaching assistant for Potions class.

If Professor Snape had the kind Mr. Grimm by his side, their Potions class probably wouldn't have been so terrible, right?
"I mean, has Sheen moved his classroom from the books to the cellar?"

Ron asked Harry, sounding slightly excited.

"At least when we ask difficult questions, we won't get the response, 'What can possibly penetrate your blockhead?'"

Harry's imitation of Snape was incredibly lifelike.

"That's really true—"

Ron laughed out loud.

"The last thing is about our dear Mr. Green."

Rupert Hagrid told us he needed an assistant to help him look after the Forbidden Forest and prepare for his studies.

When he was in distress, our dear Mr. Green extended a helping hand.

So, naturally, the last thing is to welcome Mr. Green to our Magical Creatures Conservation course as our teaching assistant and Forest Keeper—”

"Dumbledore blinked and said."

"marvelous--"

Fred and George shouted excitedly at the long table in Gryffindor.

The wizards clapped excitedly.

Occasionally, a first-year wizard would ask a question in a low voice, and an older wizard would enthusiastically explain:
"Mr. Green is not qualified to be a teaching assistant for the Fantastic Beasts Conservation class."

You must not have read all of Grimm's Notes.

It's worth noting that Newt Scamander was among the contributors to "Grimm's Notebook: A History of Fantastic Beasts"!
He called Mr. Green the most gifted wizard he had seen in nearly fifty years, and said that Mr. Green had also studied under Master Newt Scamander for a time—they still keep in touch through correspondence.

As the Gryffindor said this, he heard laughter in his ear.

"The Forbidden Forest of Great Green—"

Fred whispered to George.

"Unimpeded access to the forbidden forest—"

George winked.

"That's settled then—let's begin the feast!"

Headmaster Dumbledore opened his arms.

Suddenly, the golden platters and goblets in front of the wizards were filled with food and drinks.

This was Sheen's first time dining at the head table. He was so short that only half of his head was visible on the table.

He heard Professor Snape snort, and the chair silently grew taller.

This left Lupin, who had just taken out his wand, in disbelief.

Just like how a young wizard would become a Potions teaching assistant—it's unbelievable that Snape would make such a choice…

Sheehan was unaware of Lupin's myriad speculations; he only noticed that the view from the main seat was exceptionally wide, allowing him to see all the young wizards' dining arrangements.

Sheen saw Harry and the others with big appetites, taking a portion of everything they could reach and indulging in a feast.

The auditorium echoed with laughter and the clinking of knives and forks.

However, Harry, Justin, and the others were eager to finish eating so they could talk to Hagrid and Sheen.

They knew how important it was for Hagrid to be a teacher.

Hagrid was not a fully qualified wizard; he was expelled from Hogwarts in his third year on a trumped-up charge.

It was Sheehan who led them to clear Hagrid's name last semester.

As for Sheen, he always does things that leave them speechless without saying a word.

Finally, the last few pumpkin pies in the large golden dish disappeared, and Dumbledore announced that everyone could go to bed, giving them their chance.

Congratulations, Hagrid!

They walked up to the faculty dining table, and Hermione screamed.

"Thanks to you guys."

Hagrid wiped his oily face with a napkin as he spoke, then looked up at them.

“I can’t believe it… What an amazing person, Dumbledore… Professor Kettleburn said he’d had enough, and Dumbledore came straight to me… This is exactly what I’ve been wanting…”

He was so excited that he buried his face in his napkin.

“Sheen…”

They looked at Sheen again; the little wizard's chair was too high, and he seemed to be perched on it.

They saw Sheen tap the chair lightly, and the chair miraculously sank downwards.

"This is……"

This scene made Harry and the others rub their eyes.

"Some simple transfiguration."

Sheen said, getting off the chair.

A Ravenclaw trick: a wandless version of Polymorph.

It is also a simple and convenient ancient magic, mainly targeting the transformation of "inanimate objects" into "inanimate objects".

This is a basic form of Transfiguration...

However, such a spell can add ten points to Master-level Polymorph proficiency.

It seemed that the panel was always urging him to explore the deeper realms of magic.

"This is not simple."

Ron pulled his chin back, forgetting to even ask when Sheen had decided to take a position at Hogwarts.

……

The morning of the second day of school.

Sheen was getting ready to go to his first Potions class.

However, not as a student.

Potions class was held in an underground classroom.

This place is colder and more gloomy than the main castle building above. The glass jars along the walls, filled with animal specimens, will make you shiver even more.

The first-year wizards who came along the way had already shrank back.

Professor Snape stood on the podium early in the morning, the faint morning light illuminating his face amidst the wisps of mist.

His eyes were as dark as Hagrid's, but lacked Hagrid's warmth.

His eyes were cold and empty, making you think of two dark tunnels.

This made the newly enrolled Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs even more uneasy.

It wasn't until she saw the Ravenclaw senior, whose head was practically hidden behind the wooden desk near the podium, that she felt a little better. "I've heard that the Potions professor is the most terrifying professor at Hogwarts."

A Ravenclaw spoke to his companion in a very low voice.

"May Mr. Green bless us."

The timid little Ravenclaw witch looked at Sheen.

Sheen looked somewhat inexperienced, and he sighed softly as he thought about what he was going to do later.

Mr. Green sighed!

The timid little wizard let out a soft gasp.

Her companion looked up in horror, her eyes filled with a sense of impending doom.

"explain……"

Professor Snape glanced at the trembling young wizards for a few seconds, then spoke to Sheehan.

"You have come here to learn the precise science and rigorous process of this potion-making technique."

The Ravenclaws heard their seniors speaking.

His voice was almost a whisper, but everyone could hear every word he said.

His tone was calm and carried a subtle sense of helplessness, but the young wizards didn't see it that way.

They were completely intimidated.

"Since there are no silly wands being waved here, many of you won't believe this is magic."

I... Professor Snape doesn't expect you to truly appreciate the beauty of that slowly simmering cauldron, its white smoke rising and its fragrant aroma wafting out.

You will not truly understand the magical power of the liquid that flows into people's blood vessels, which makes people's hearts and minds confused and their wills confused...

Professor Snape… and I can teach you how to raise your reputation, cultivate glory, and even prevent death—but there's one condition: you can't be the kind of fools we often encounter.”

After Sheen finished his brief opening remarks, the whole class fell silent.

Sheen himself never expected that the first thing he inherited from Professor Snape would be the opening remarks for Potions class.

This made him wonder if the professor's opening remarks were also a tradition passed down through generations.
Are all potion masters like this?
For the next few days, Potions became the most grueling course for the freshmen. If it weren't for a Ravenclaw upperclassman offering guidance, they sadly believed they might not have survived the class.

Even after leaving the cellar, Sheen could hear the students sighing and groaning beside him.

"Is Professor Snape the most terrifying professor you've ever met?"

A young wizard asked his companion.

His companions nodded their heads like chickens pecking at rice.

"Is Mr. Green the gentlest wizard you've ever met?"

The young wizard asked again quietly.

Of course!

The little wizard's gloomy companion's eyes finally lit up.

Unfortunately, Professor Snape was walking by as they were talking.

Sheen saw their faces turn deathly pale.

But Professor Snape didn't seem to care, he just snorted and strode away.

When Sheen entered the Great Hall for lunch, he immediately saw Harry glaring at Draco Malfoy.

Malfoy seems to be telling a particularly funny story to a large group of Slytherin classmates.

As Harry passed by, Malfoy deliberately pretended to faint, causing everyone to burst into laughter.

"Ignore him,"

Hermione, walking behind Harry, said,

"Just ignore him, he's not worth it..."

"Hey, Potter!"

Pansy Parkinson, a girl from Slytherin, screamed.

"Potter! The Dementors are coming, Potter! Waaaaah!"

Sheen stopped looking there and took out his timetable, sitting down at the long table.

The long table, which was originally empty, miraculously sprouted the Weasley twins.

“Great Mr. Green, what are you looking at?”

George looked up and saw Malfoy pretending to faint from fright again.

"That little glutton, oh dear,"

He said calmly,
"He wasn't this arrogant when the Dementors came to the car last night. He just darted into our compartment, didn't he, Fred?"

"I almost peed my pants."

Fred said, giving Malfoy a disdainful look.

"I'm not very happy myself,"

George said,
"Those Dementors are truly terrifying creatures..."

"It's like it's frozen your internal organs, isn't it?"

"But you didn't faint, did you?"

Harry sat down and asked Fred in a low voice, full of curiosity.

"Don't think about it, Harry."

George encouraged him.
“You remember when your father had to go to Azkaban, Fred?”

He said he had never seen such a terrifying place. He returned completely limp and trembling... The Dementors had sucked away all his joy.

Most of the prisoners there eventually went insane.

While Sheen was finishing up his potions class notes, the small long table was sparsely filled with people.

Speaking of which, Sheen's time is becoming increasingly scarce.

He needs to concoct an expert-level soothing potion and also push his mastery of the Fiery Spell to the level of a master.

This way, he could earn two new titles within a week of the start of the semester.

What will they offer?

Sheen had been looking forward to this for a long time.

Beside him, Hermione was examining her new timetable.

"Oh, great, Sheen, look, we're going to start some new classes today."

She said happily to Sheehan.

Hermione,

Before Sheen could answer, Ron looked over from behind her shoulder, frowned, and said...
"They messed up your schedule."

Look—they want you to take almost ten classes a day. Where am I supposed to find that much time?

“I’ll find a way. I’ve already discussed it with Professor McGonagall, and with Sheehan as well.”

Hermione added.

“Sheen, I don’t know… but look,”

Ron said skeptically,
"Did you see the class this morning? Nine o'clock, divination class."

Next, at nine o'clock, Muggle studies. And—”

Ron leaned closer to the timetable, seemingly unable to believe his eyes.
"Look—below, arithmetic divination, nine o'clock."

I know you're amazing, Hermione, but nobody's that amazing.

How could you possibly be in three classrooms at the same time?

"Don't talk nonsense,"

Hermione said briefly,
"Of course I won't be in three classrooms at the same time."

"then you--"

"Pass me the marmalade."

Hermione said.

"But--"

"Come on, Ron, so what if my schedule is a bit full? What's it to you?"

Hermione said fiercely,
“I told you, like Sheehan, we have already discussed it with Professor McGonagall.”

"profound……"

Ron looked a little aggrieved.

(End of this chapter)