Hogwarts Study Panel

Chapter 66: Come to me

in the corridor.

Sheen glanced curiously at Sir Cadogan, who had his back to him and was still trying to climb onto the pony.

It seems that nothing is wrong.

"Little Green, you always look a little pale."

Mrs. Violet blinked and asked curiously,

"Is it a spell, a potion, or a transfiguration today?"

"Transfiguration".

Sheen answered honestly.

He then glanced at Sir Cadogan.

The gentleman seems to be alright; it seems Professor Snape is rather... lenient with the portrait?
Just after Sheen left, a woman's voice, suppressing a laugh, rang out:

"Alright, my dear Sir, young Green is gone."

Only then did the knight in the portrait slowly turn around—his front and back were completely different.

The gleaming plate armor was completely dented into an unnatural curve from the chest to the abdomen, and the nose guard was knocked askew to the left.

The once proud red ostrich feather at the top of the helmet was now only half a feather, limp and dripping with mud.

His face was a picture of utter disastrous beauty:
His left eye was swollen shut, while his right eye was wide open. His beard was hardened into several clumps by some kind of viscous substance, with a few suspicious mushroom fragments hanging from it.

"What are you looking at!"

His voice was hoarse but still loud, and his eyes were fixed on the little wizards outside the picture frame.

"Haven't you ever seen a medal of victory?!"

But when the young wizards went around to the side of the picture frame, they couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Sir Cadogan's back view was a completely different sight—his silver-blue cloak was spotless, and the velvet fabric was as smooth as new.

The plate armor on her back gleamed so brightly that it reflected the furrowed brow of Hermione Granger as she hurried past.

Even the tassel on the longsword he carried on his back was meticulously woven, swaying gracefully with his movements.

"Hahaha—Sir, you've really gone to a lot of trouble—"

Mrs. Violet couldn't stop smiling.

"Despicable troll! Outnumbering us!"

Sir Cadogan growled in frustration, startling a first-year student who fell to the ground.

"And there are despicable ones..."

The jazz looked around and, seeing nothing, muttered a few words under his breath.

……

With Professor Snape's potions, Sheehan's progress in spellcasting was incredibly rapid.

Previously, it would take a long time to recover before I could practice spells again, but now I can recover half of my progress in just half an hour.

“Agua—men—ti!”

As Sheen's wand traced an arc of water, a stream of clear water flowed along the tip of his wand.
Although it didn't last long, being able to guide the water flow meant that proficiency had increased.

[You have practiced the Clear Water Spring Spell to a proficient standard once, proficiency +10]

Sheen silently checked the panel:

[Summoning Charm: Apprentice Level (3/300)]

【Clear Water Like a Spring Mantra: Beginner Level (2/900)】

[Levitation Spell: Beginner Level (200/900)]

Hopefully, I can master the Summoning Spell to the beginner level by tomorrow.

Thinking of this, Sheen smiled.

“Agua—men—ti!”

A strong, resonant female voice rang out, and water also began to flow from the tip of Hermione's wand.
"It seems that a larger arc would indeed have a better effect..."

She drew the curves of the arc on the notebook one-to-one, while another quill pen trembled as Sheen added details to the pronunciation.

Then, Hermione raised her nose high and looked at Justin, who was still practicing.

“My mother said that every stream has its own course,”

Justin smiled gently, seemingly unconcerned about his slow progress.

"But guess what the result will be? They will all return to the sea."

His words made Hermione blush slightly, and the little witch turned her head away:

“Alright, it seems you can do it yourself.” “No, Mother means that all the rivers in the world will meet again. Hermione, would you help a stagnant stream?”

Justin held up his wand, looking like he desperately needed help.

Hermione puffed out her cheeks, but still leaned closer:
"Hmph—your stress is all wrong!"

……

Wednesday.

The dome of Hogwarts Great Hall was still bathed in a pale purple light.

Thousands of candles hung in mid-air, emitting a warm glow.

The area around the four long tables was already bustling with noise.

A first-year student in pajamas rubbed his sleepy eyes and almost poured pumpkin juice into his oatmeal porridge;
The two Hufflepuff girls were studying Transfiguration notes head to head, their hair smeared with jam.

Laughter suddenly erupted from the Ravenclaw table, and someone made the History of Magic textbook dance.

The owls are swooping down from the sky like a rain of feathers, bringing many packages and newspapers such as the Daily Prophet.

There are an unusually large number of messengers today.

Even the number of owls on Sheen's desk exceeded ten.

Sheen's conjecture,

Perhaps the owls also share secrets, otherwise the number of owls coming to beg for food wouldn't increase every time.

So he fought while waving his wand, tearing apart the toast on the table and sending nuts and bits of meat flying to the feathers of the weary messengers.

Hermione received an unusually large number of letters today.
When she opened the letter, she found a large number of books, delicate quill pens, or some candy inside.

Even her tone of voice was much gentler today, and she spent most of her time writing letters carefully.

Justin did not appear in the auditorium.

Because he has been busy in the kitchen these past two days.

In fact, when Hermione urgently needed to write a letter last time, he had sent his owl to help her deliver it, and that's how he learned a piece of news—

Tomorrow is the little witch's birthday.

So after secretly gathering some information, he practically worked in the kitchen.

Incidentally, he asked, seemingly casually:
"Sheen, oh, I mean, what about you?"

Sheen was silent for a moment, then shook his head.

he does not know.

For an orphan who grew up in an orphanage, the day they were found is their birthday.

Unfortunately, the caregiver who found Sheen had already left because she couldn't stand the meager salary.

In addition, the orphanage hasn't celebrated the orphans' birthdays for a long time.

Knowing one's birth date has become a luxury.

However, what Sheen didn't notice was that when he shook his head...

Justin was completely stunned.

In the auditorium.

Owls visited every long table.

Hermione opened the letters, and after taking out a plush toy, a look of annoyance appeared on her face.
She seemed helpless, yet carefully placed the doll in her bag.

However, the letters were unusually empty at Sheen's place.

Sheen didn't care; as he fought the lamb chop, he considered the possibility of sending the twins on an "adventure" to bring back a broom.
If I work hard to brew potions these past few days, I might still be able to scrape together 100 Galleons to buy a Nimbus 1500.

However, we need to consider the cost of hiring the twins...

Just as Sheen's thoughts were drifting...

An owl, looking quite spirited, landed in front of Sheen, clutching a letter.

As Sheen gently offered a small piece of lamb chop, it placed the letter in Sheen's hand instead.

Sheen was silent for a moment,

He remembered being an orphan, right? This is... a ghost?

Fortunately, I've seen enough "ghosts" at Hogwarts already.

So he opened the envelope:

This is indeed your letter, so come to me, child.

—Minerva McGonagall

(End of this chapter)