Hogwarts Study Panel

Chapter 141: The Plan

Professor Snape was very different from Professor McGonagall. When Sheen made a mistake in a certain step, Professor McGonagall would slowly guide him to make the correct step and release a qualified Transfiguration.
Professor Snape, on the other hand, would sneer at him and make him give the wrong answer, then intersperse the correct answer with a barrage of sarcastic remarks.

Having anticipated this, Sheen quickly memorized the hidden answer, and Professor Snape stopped outputting.

The crucible stopped burning, and the scarf, like a worthy warrior, shielded him from the cold wind, allowing Sheen to focus his attention on the parchment.

Snape stared coldly at him and at the parchment covered with the Enlightenment teachings.

A piece of absolutely invaluable knowledge, knowledge that would excite any pharmacist...

Snape never imagined that anyone would be foolish enough to share such knowledge, but now, he had met such a fool.

An indescribable, unsettling, and disgusting feeling surged across his expressionless face.

“You shouldn’t have told anyone…Sheen Green…”

He whispered ominously,

"It's not bad, it's a pretty good method."

Sheen almost thought he had misheard; exhausted, he subconsciously whispered:
"What did you say... Professor?"

"Fine... Get out! Now! Immediately! Sheehan Green, take your stupid tools and get out!"

Professor Snape suddenly flew into a rage, and Sheen was practically thrown out. Then, ten Galleons were thrown out of the cellar and landed in his hand.

Having successfully landed in the corridor, Sheen silently walked a little further away, never again speaking when he was tired.

"I knew you were a warrior—"

Laughter echoed down the corridor; Sir Cadogan was clutching his stomach, laughing heartily.

“Oh! Little Green, I have to tell you about this…”

He laughed until tears streamed down his face, completely unaware that Sheen had already reached the end of the corridor.

“Sir Cadogan, he…”

Sheehan asked the plump lady, who had also moved over, "Sir, sometimes you're a little too bold..."

Look at his glorious deeds: riding a pony and knocking over Principal Black, punching and kicking Principal Black, and mocking Professor Snape to his face at the cellar door...

Hearing the screams coming from the cellar entrance, Sheen's gaze remained fixed on them for a long time.

"Oh—my foolish knight... I hope he knows to run far away in heaven..."

The plump lady wiped away her tears, her eyes lowered, and she covered her eyes with her hands, secretly glancing at Sheen without him noticing.

Sheen was stunned; he hadn't expected that the Jazz would be in such dire straits.

“Fat lady—you scared little Green…”

Lady Violet, carrying a plate of fruit, walked out from another portrait and gently comforted him.

Sheen then saw that the crying fat lady hadn't shed any tears at all; it was just water that had been wiped on her face.

Sheen left without saying a word.

"Alright, are you satisfied now?"

Mrs. Violet, somewhat angrily, shoved an apple into the fat lady's mouth.

"Fat woman, I hope an apple can shut you up."

……

Hermione and Harry and the others were arguing as they entered the Great Hall.

“I already knew some things about Professor Snape,” Harry told Hermione.

"On Halloween Eve, he tried to get through that big three-headed dog. It bit him. We think he was trying to steal what the dog was guarding. The dog, no, that was Luwei, it belonged to Hagrid—Hagrid bought it last year from a Greek man he met at the hotel—Hagrid lent it to Dumbledore to guard something very valuable."

"Yes, Hermione, don't you understand? During the Quidditch match, he was the one who sabotaged things—he was casting a curse on the flying broomstick! Trying to kill Harry!"

Ron added indignantly.

"That's not Professor Snape! He wasn't the one who cast the spell!"

Hermione retorted.

"To be honest, Hermione, you always think all teachers are saints!"

Ron couldn't help but say.

"If you don't believe me, you can ask Sheen!"

Hermione stomped her foot in anger.

The three of them parted ways at this point.

“Of course we can ask Sheen! Because Sheen will definitely agree with her point of view...Sheen knows her better than we do..."

Ron was exhausted for a moment, then said irritably.

Harry didn't know if what he said was right or wrong, but he was more worried about the next steps.

Not far from Gryffindor, there was a long table piled high with pudding.

While Sheen was eating, Justin and Hermione were watching Harry and her companion whispering to each other.

"What do you think of them? Would Sheehan agree? Justin... aside from being a bit stupid."

Hermione asked with some concern. Although she usually thought Harry and Justin were unreasonable, she still chose to accept them after Justin told her in advance the reason for their strange behavior.

Think about it, Harry has a huge reputation, but he has no ability to match it. Now there are people in Hogwarts who want to kill him, and he even mistook them for someone else.

The other party is like a venomous snake! Yes, a venomous snake lurking in the shadows, about to devour Harry, this "poor orphan".

And he hadn't even learned a simple spell! He spent all day at the Quidditch pitch—neglecting his duties!
"Sheen?"

Justin smiled gently, and then the two looked at Sheehan, who was flipping through a notebook that would burst into fireworks when the next page was turned—the Weasleys had left him with quite a few "surprises."

"What do you think, Hermione? I mean, how long will it take before they dare to ask?"

"Two idiots..."

Hermione couldn't help but sigh at this point.

"Don't rush, Hermione, give them some more time. Not everyone is born to stand in the sunlight..."

He smiled and comforted them, but his eyes were lowered slightly, and his gaze did not fall on Harry and Ron.

Thanks to his mother's teachings, he always had a better understanding of people. Harry was an orphan, but his foster family took care of him, so at least he didn't have to worry about being cold or sick;

Ron seems to have many brothers, and his inferiority complex stems from his excellent older brothers and friends, but he is undoubtedly happy. His mother says that money and happiness are not always linked.

Although Harry was thin, he never ran out of energy in Charms class; Ron was poor, but the Weasleys sent him just as many packages as any other young wizard.

As the fireplace roared, a faint light still flickered in Justin's eyes.

Outside the window, heavy snow was falling, seemingly obscuring the harsh, cold earth, and his voice was naturally muffled by the wind and snow:
"Hermione, you know... unlike them, some people are always too brave and quiet, and we all forget the pain they endure."

(End of this chapter)