Hogwarts Study Panel

Chapter 115: The Room of Hope Granted
The dim light of the distant sky swallowed the last pine needle.
Amidst the quiet crackling of the fireplace flames, the bite-proof gloves trembled slightly in the cold wind.

Filch looked down, and a small patch of the setting sun fell into his hand.

……

Sheen walked briskly down the corridor, while the noise from inside the castle never stopped.

Bruce brought them back a lot of things, including some floating candles.

However, when Sheen saw him, he was not in a very good condition—his hair was disheveled, his robe was covered in some unknown powder, and his boots were covered in mud.

Pister and Leon weren't much better off. Leon was like a boiling kettle, dragging Bruce away as they disappeared through the auditorium door.

“Bruce…he…”

Sheen hesitated for a moment, but decided to ask about the situation.

"Oh, him,"

Senior Pister said with a simple, honest smile,

"He replaced all the toffee in Honeydukes with burp candy, which resulted in the wooden stairs in the store being piled with burping wizards."

Even in the cellar, one could hear the shopkeepers above burping, louder than the ringing of bells…

"..."

Sheen was at a loss for words; it wouldn't be easy to replace all the toffee with burp candy in front of a group of wizards.

He paused for a few seconds in silence, then noticed that Pister's robe had many holes in it.

"This is... he set off fireworks outside while someone was confessing their love, but the fireworks tripped and the shell exploded in the wizard's arms... that wizard was very skilled with fire spells..."

Hearing this, Hermione's mouth dropped open at the entrance of the Great Hall, while Neville trembled at the thought of the scene.

"Oh, and... he secretly poured itching powder into other people's hair growth tonic... and told them, 'It's okay if it itches, it means your hair is growing'..."

Now, the four of them felt that Bruce's screams when he was dragged out were no longer jarring.

“Sometimes we wonder if he should have gone to Gryffindor…”

Senior Pister smiled calmly as he placed a serving of fudge flies in Sheen's hand and left the auditorium.

Fudge flies, also known as fudge flies.

Isn't it strange that the Minister of Magic is equivalent to a fly?

But what's even more amazing is that the classroom has been decorated.

"Just leave it here, Sheen."

Justin busied himself enthusiastically in the classroom. Although he said he could do it on his own, the three of them couldn't bear to watch him work so hard.

Justin first hung floating candles in every corner of the classroom, especially on everyone's desk, to make sure everyone had a bright light source.

Bruce also helped bring three pumpkin lanterns, which contained ever-burning candles—candles that had been enchanted and could burn indefinitely.

Floating candles and ever-burning candles—to be honest, Sheen didn't know the difference between them, but that didn't stop him from placing the pumpkin lantern with the ever-burning candle under the two wooden tables. The warm light slowly illuminated the blanket, revealing the shape of a gaping maw with sharp teeth.

The other one was placed in the wooden cabinet at the entrance, next to Sheen's notebook.

The wooden cabinet wasn't well-lit, and Neville kept taking the wrong things; last time he mixed up the "Herbal" notebook and the "Potion" notebook.

Next to the cabinet at the entrance is a small switch-like object, which is the control for the candles; the classroom doesn't always need to be this bright.

After a busy period of work, this not-so-big house has been completely transformed.

Carpets were laid out around the two wooden tables, and soft couches and pumpkin lanterns were placed on the carpets. The wooden cabinets were covered with candles and contained notebooks and everyone's spell progress charts.

Everyone had a green plant on their desk; in fact, these plants were everywhere in the classroom, and their manager was the shyly smiling Neville.

At the entrance, Justin placed a mirror; it was a magic mirror, a talking mirror.

Its purpose is to remind people who are looking in the mirror to pay attention to their appearance.

As Neville stood there, it barked:

"Stand tall, straighten your clothes, tuck your shirt into your trousers, don't be so sloppy!" Mr. Longbottom was so frightened that he hurriedly did as it said.

Spells flew around the classroom, and when everyone was cleaning up, they realized that there were so many unclean corners and so many places that could be improved—so cleaning spells and levitation spells came in very handy.

Compared to the tedium of practice, the young wizards were full of energy at this moment, and by the time the decorations were finished, they were all exhausted.

希恩的漂浮咒也从专家级（110/9000）一路来到了专家级（600/9000），清洁咒也从熟手级（100/3000）一路来到了熟手级（300/3000）。

"There's a problem..."

During the break, Justin suddenly spoke up.
"If we call this a classroom, then what makes it different from other classrooms?"

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone was stunned.

"Yup!"

Hermione said, somewhat bewildered,
“We need to give it a name so that when we say ‘classroom,’ we know where we’re talking about.”

Her idea was quickly accepted by everyone.

Justin said excitedly:

"We need a special name, a name that reflects what we do."

"Should it be called...After-school Learning Base?"

Hermione spoke up, glancing instinctively at Sheehan, who had recovered the fastest after drinking the potion—he was already engrossed in reading a Transfiguration notebook.

"Ah."

Sheen nodded.

"Hey...you two are being way too casual!"

Justin reluctantly rejected the proposal.
"Navie, what are your thoughts?"

"A warm...warm room."

Neville said instinctively.

"It's hard to call it a name, but it's pretty good too."

Justin frowned and said that he knew he could hardly count on the three people in the room.

"The Gifted Hope Room! Or simply Hope Hut."

Justin suddenly shouted,

"The name suggests that the room itself is a gift, specifically for nurturing and storing hope."

It's like a safe harbor, where everyone who enters can rediscover the hope that has been given to them. What do you think of this name?

“Wow, wow…”

Neville was stunned. He wanted to say yes, but instead turned into a frog that could only croak.

"Not too bad..."

Hermione raised her chin; she was actually quite satisfied.

"Sheen, what about you?"

Justin turned and asked.

"Ah."

Sheen nodded, as if he felt he hadn't said enough. He thought for a moment, then added,

"it is good."

"That's settled then! We need to put a sign with its name on it."

(End of this chapter)