Hogwarts Study Panel

Chapter 107, Section 106: Childhood

Inside the cellar, a cold wind swept through, rattling the glass. Sheen exhaled a puff of white breath.

He picked up the notebook with some surprise. It turned out that while he was focused on brewing the potion, Professor Snape had impatiently made some annotations on it.

Although it's full of phrases like "foolish handling," "idiotic choice," and "the timing of your success was only due to Merlin's blessing," it reveals a profound understanding from a Potions Master.

Since Master Libasho Pollach's notes appeared, Sheen has sadly discovered that the "Advanced Potion Making" manual does not include the three potions that Sheen has learned.

A fitting description would be: Master Libashe Polachi gave Sheen a key to open the golden chest, but Sheen only had a tattered wooden box in his hands.

The two do not correspond.

Therefore, Professor Snape's annotation came at just the right time.

With improved rituals and induction techniques, along with Professor Snape's meticulous notes, Sheen successfully brewed an "expert" level swelling potion.

[You have successfully prepared a potion to reduce swelling using your expert skills. Proficiency +50]

A new potion-making title has been unlocked. Please check it out.

Sheen was slightly excited, and when the cold wind blew by, he subconsciously shivered, causing the swelling potion to spill directly onto the dried nettles on the table.

At this point, the anti-swelling potion that Professor Snape had taught him to use in advance came in very handy. Sheehan sprinkled the anti-swelling potion on the swelling, and the swelling subsided.

"Ah--"

Seeing his calm and collected handling of the situation, Professor Snape snorted coldly.

After finishing, Sheen silently opened the panel:
[Title: First Encounter with Potions]

[Significantly increases sensitivity to potions, slightly enhances potion-making talent]

It was indeed a significant increase—

Sheen continued reading with anticipation.

[Wizard Sheen, Potions Talent: Green (Blessed by the Potions Novice title, original talent was white) Note: Normal wizards have green]

It seems the next title to be upgraded will be based on talent...

Sheen thought to himself.

In the past two months, aside from herbs that have reached the entry level, Sheen has made some progress in various fields.

Compared to the previous talent of one purple and three white, this is a complete transformation.

After quickly reviewing the panel, Sheen picked up his notebook and wrote down the thoughts that had not yet completely dissipated from his mind.

The guidance method is not comprehensive. Currently, it only targets swelling potions and anti-swelling potions, and even the anti-swelling potion still has many areas for improvement.

Compared to Master Libasho Pollach's previous method, the guided method adds a step of creating a scene ritual. Like the original improved ritual, it runs through the entire potion-making process, with countless small foreshadowings and hints leading to the final transformation.

As Sheen's research deepened, more and more details became required, making him realize that improving the potion ritual was destined to be a long process.

No wonder Ribashe Polach only perfected a few potions in his entire life.

Sheen knew his time was limited, so he had to choose the potion carefully.

For some potions—such as swelling potions—Sheen does not perfect the ritual.

A corner of the cellar.

After reminding Sheehan to check the notes, Professor Snape's anger subsided.

He noticed more of the faint chill in the wind and the fool's slight shivering, which he thought he was controlling well.

He fell silent, watching with a cold gaze as Sheen tidied the table and prepared to leave the cellar. "Halt, Sheen Green."

His voice sounded like it was being squeezed out of his throat.

Sheen silently stopped in his tracks.

The parchment, which was tightly held in Professor Snape's hand, was slapped... and placed on the table.

That's because Professor Snape put the clapper down gently halfway through, and then roared as if annoyed:
“If you continue to believe those unrealistic claims and develop a false understanding of the noble potions, I assure you, Sheen Green, I will make sure you take your belongings and get out of the cellar!”

At least Professor Snape was willing to let him bring his things, Sheehan thought inexplicably.

He silently put away the parchment, and the annotations written on the back made his eyes widen.

As he carefully observed and pondered, Professor Snape's sharp eyes spotted the obviously thin and ill-fitting collar of the shirt in just one glance.

He was slightly taken aback.

Amidst the mocking voices, in the little wizard's slightly trembling body, and in that old, pilling blouse—

Memories are like ripples on a lake, reflecting the image of my black-haired figure entering Hogwarts decades ago.

He walked under the cobweb-covered eaves in the maternity dress passed down from his mother, the fabric stained with the sour decay of a pure-blooded family that had fallen over the years.

The mocked "snotty-nosed hair"... those sticky clumps of hair are less a result of neglect and more a silent expression of the dirty sink and cracked tile walls.

The Hogwarts robe became the first truly clean garment in his life. As the silver-embroidered house crest beat against his heart, a strange shiver rose up his spine.

"go out……"

He heard his own voice become hoarse.

Sheen didn't notice, but simply bowed slightly with the parchment in hand, and then left the cellar briskly.

Snape was left to silently watch all of this.

in the corridor.

Sir Cadogan appeared once again at the end of the corridor, this time alone, wearing tattered armor—surely from another duel—pulling a sword stuck in the ground.

No one knows how he got it in there. All that is known is that the blade was deeply embedded in the grass, and he tried with all his might to pull it out, but he still couldn't get it out.

Finally, he had no choice but to collapse onto the grass, push off his mask, and wipe his sweaty face.

"You need to have a tenacious heart; the hardest part is yet to come!"

Sir Cadogan exclaimed.

Seeing that the jazz was covered in sweat, Sheen silently placed a painting of a round stool and a campfire next to the jazz.

The jazz musician's eyes lit up, and he praised him.
"It's clearly another expedition, my dear Green. We must find our objective and then die heroically in the charge!"

He always seemed unable to mount a horse or even draw his sword, but he always roared with power.

Sheen nodded silently; he knew the knight was truly capable of such a thing.

"Oh, not necessarily..."

Before Sheen left, the knight said again,
"Little Green, remember this—it's not easy to sing amidst hardship and setbacks, and the weight of silence amidst hardship and setbacks is equally heavy. You will understand that not all life roars."

Some courage is unspoken.

The wind howled around the castle, and the only thing that the corridors and cellars had in common was two pairs of calm eyes.

(End of this chapter)