Hogwarts Study Panel.

Professor Flitwick looks really busy.

After briefly checking the progress of the spells of the group, leaving behind a few notebooks, and adding points to their scores,

He hurriedly left the classroom.

Sheehan's shorthand pen recorded all of the professor's words:

"The classroom reserved for a wise little wizard is never wrongly chosen. Children, you have done a wonderful job!"

But I have to say, if you can get the feathers spinning, why not try it on that little table?

I don't encourage young wizards to learn difficult spells too early, but for those gifted young wizards...

I suggested they take advantage of their talents and learn the interesting spells in "Standard Spells: Beginner" ahead of time.

The Summoning Charm and the Water-like Spring Charm are both extremely useful spells; I hope these notes will be of some help to you.

At that moment, Professor Flitwick was kindly encouraging everyone, while he inadvertently winked at Sheehan.

"Once you've barely mastered the spells required for first grade, you'll discover that there are still mysterious, silent spells waiting for you—"

You can never have too much knowledge!

He then quickly walked out of the practice room.

"Just like Miss Krivat, who had learned all the spells for the year, I encouraged her to boldly try silent spells..."

Oh, I'd better hurry, or who knows what Miss Krivat might set on fire this time...

Last time, I remember last time, it was Professor Quirrell's hood...

Sheen was stunned when he heard this.

Ravenclaw prefect, are you that brave?

"Okay, I have to tell you a secret."

While Sheehan was stunned, Hermione suddenly spoke up.

Sheehan sat down next to Justin, as she had expected.

The three of them nestled on the sofa, letting dusk fall, the light from the magic lantern casting a solemn and fantastical atmosphere.

"Do you remember what Headmaster Dumbledore said?"

Hermione said seriously.

"Shall we begin the dinner?"

"Anyone who does not wish to encounter an accident and die a painful death should not enter the corridor on the right side of the fourth floor."

Justin and Sheehan exchanged a glance.

Both of them saw the surprise in each other's eyes.

"Sheen, this isn't what you care about most?"

Justin was quite surprised.

Sheen thought about it seriously:

I misspoke.

"You two!"

Hermione puffed out her cheeks and slammed her hand on the table.

Justin immediately lowered his head like a quail, and Sheen also inexplicably lost his momentum.

"Headmaster Dumbledore is right, those who don't want a terrible death should not go there..."

Hermione spoke, her voice becoming much lower.

Sheehan noticed that Justin's body tensed up:

"So, you went in, Hermione? And then? Are you alright?"

"It's not that I wanted to break the school rules, it's just that Harry..."

The two voices rang out together, but Hermione suddenly stopped halfway through her sentence.

"...Hermione, I don't care about school rules, and I don't care about Harry. I only care about one thing: are you alright?"

Justin paused, his voice trembling slightly at the word "tragic death," his concern seemingly overflowing.

Sheehan noticed that Hermione's eyes were a little red.

"I...I'm fine..."

Hermione said blankly,

"Actually, I almost died."

Justin suddenly became anxious, and Sheehan heard his breathing quicken:

"Harry Potter? That Harry Potter? What did he do?!"

Damn it, I have to go find him and get to the bottom of this!

Sheehan gently pulled back the agitated Justin; his reason seemed to slip away as Hermione drifted off into a daze.

They would come back with a gentle tug from Sheen.

"Perhaps we can hear Hermione's explanation first. Harry won't disappear, right?"

Sheen gently persuaded him.

A flash of lightning suddenly streaked across the sky outside, followed shortly by a deafening rumble of thunder.

The weather in the Scottish Highlands is always unpredictable.

But a small shelter is enough to keep out the continuous rain.

"Gryffindor cowards, they can do nothing but drag others down with them!"

Justin muttered angrily.

Hermione's explanation had made things quite clear, and in Justin's view,

Harry, who was foolishly tricked into a duel, and Ron, who foolishly attacked Peeves, causing the group to panic and run away recklessly.

Not only is it useless, it's also harmful!

Hermione, who was full of a sense of collective honor, stopped the group from going out at night, and even used a spell to help them open the door, was completely implicated!

If he were there, he would definitely hit those two useless people on the head with his smelly leather boots!

Sheen instinctively felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

"That's a three-headed dog, with teeth strong enough to crush skulls, and corrosive saliva."

Hermione recalled that her initial fear and panic gradually subsided, and the drowsiness from the sleepless night came her way.

"It must be guarding something... the trapdoor..."

She pondered for a moment, then fell peacefully asleep, which brought Justin's anger to its peak.

He silently covered Hermione with the blanket, then turned to leave without a word.

Sheehan sighed; he knew without even thinking what Justin was going to do.

"Headmaster Dumbledore couldn't possibly be unaware of what's inside Hogwarts,"

Sheen said softly,

Hermione said the Cerberus was guarding something, and I think that's exactly what the headmaster was planning.

If the headmaster allows this to happen, then it means it's not dangerous. Remember, Cerberus didn't actually attack Hermione.

Justin stood silently in place for a while:

Sheen, you are always full of wisdom.

But my mother said that if doing necessary things would be seen as foolish...

Then just consider me a fool!

He eventually went outside.

"I don't know anything about the headmaster's plan. All I know is that Hermione almost died behind that door..."

If no one speaks up for her, is her suffering simply being ignored?

A distant flash of lightning illuminated Sheen's profile.

Ok,

It's great to have a Hufflepuff friend.

Sheen thought of it again.

The headmaster won't care much about Justin's protests, but Hermione will—that's what matters.

Sheehan didn't think the plot could be changed; everything was under Dumbledore's control.

At least that was the case with the first Harry Potter movie.

This is a pure fairy tale.

There's nothing to worry about.

Sheen thought,

His scholarship crisis is clearly a bigger concern than these issues.

Cerberus can't kill people, the Philosopher's Stone can't be stolen, and Voldemort's true purpose is to be an experience-gaining baby.

But if he doesn't get the scholarship, he really won't have the money to buy quill pens or textbooks.

Sheen was more concerned about whether he could go to school than how long it would take for the undulating demons to be driven away.

Professor Flitwick almost made it explicit...

To master the levitation spell, one must be at least at a proficient level, and ideally, have access to silent spells.

There are still summoning spells and the "water flowing like a spring" spells to learn...

Sheen looked at the sleeping Hermione and silently removed the magic lantern.

His most important goal right now is very clear: to improve his proficiency and raise his spell learning to a high level.

Then he went to ask Professor Flitwick for black magic defense spells other than the spells that first-year wizards had learned.

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