Hogwarts Study Panel

Chapter 146: Scarpin's Revealing Curse

Let's just consider it important for now!

Michael looked at Sean in disbelief.
"Sheen, promise me, one Ravenclaw to count windows is enough..."

Sheen seemed to be deep in thought, then his eyes suddenly lit up:

"Terry, may I ask..."

"Yes! Yes! He mastered the Scarpin Revealing Charm to the level of a silent charm, so he spends all his time studying the different materials on those windows—can you believe it? Rain isn't always made of the same material!"

Michael replied helplessly.

"Sometimes the rain is just different!"

Terry continued to refute.

"Oh, okay, okay."

Michael continued to coax people.

Sheen's lips curled up slightly, as if he had found a solution.

hall.

Before December even arrived, Hogwarts was hit by strong winds and sleet. At this time, the warm fire in the castle and the thick walls always made the young wizards feel safe and secure.

When Sheen and Terry discuss the Skarpin Revealing Charm, he discovers that the eccentric Ravenclaw is actually shy and humble.

He studied strange and unusual questions, and he never just talked about them; the castle windows were indeed made of different materials, and Terry even asserted:

"Oh—Sheen, don't laugh at me. What I'm trying to say is, the castle is alive!"

After he finished speaking, he cautiously looked at Sheen. At this time in the past, other wizards would either suppress their laughter or be puzzled.

"I believe……"

Sheen nodded.

"Of course I'm not joking... Oh no, you believe me?!"

Terry let out a soft cry.

Why wouldn't you believe it?

Sheen’s words were clearly sincere.

"Oh—you believe that? Good heavens! You've also noticed that the order of the tables in the halls changes regularly, and doesn't always remain the same throughout the room."

Other rooms and areas also seemed to change in a regular pattern; for example, the size and shape of other rooms were changing…

Overjoyed, he launched into a long string of words.

Sheen nodded thoughtfully.

Indeed, there were some subtle changes in the Potions classroom, which Sheen, who was in the cellar, always felt more keenly.

If the castle is conscious—for example, if it did indeed shut Umbridge out of the headmaster's office at one point—then it seems possible that it is constantly changing.

Terry burst into a rare burst of enthusiasm, talking non-stop, and Sheen listened attentively.

After a short while, Terry blushed again, feeling a little embarrassed. Why was he talking about himself the whole time?

Taking advantage of the last moments, he slowly and deliberately told Sheen the secret to learning the Scarpin Manifestation Charm.

Sheen learned a great deal from his chanting and gestures, and successfully completed an Apprentice-level practice session before leaving the Great Hall. Justin, who was watching from the side, couldn't take it all in.

Meanwhile, Sheehan was listening to a Ravenclaw talk about the castle, which made Justin quietly move closer as well—yes, he was also very curious about Hogwarts Castle, that's for sure;

Meanwhile, Harry and Ron were showing Seamus their learning progress—

Harry demonstrated the Levitation Charm, which could float fruit, and the Clear Water Charm, which could just gull water.

Although Ron was a little short, he had recently received some encouragement from Professor Flitwick and even gained a point. Therefore, he was currently full of enthusiasm and high spirits:
"Oh, how far have you gotten with your spells? You don't even know? Ah—that's really bad."

Although Ron only possessed the pitiful [Apprentice] Levitation Charm and [Beginner] Flurry Blink, it didn't stop him from feeling that he had something more than other young wizards.

He never imagined that spells would be so simple, nor did he ever expect that he would one day know the progress of his spell learning.

He had always thought this was something vague: professors taught vaguely, students took exams in a daze, and in the end, they got a grade that was enough to pass without really understanding what was going on...

When Seamus pressed him with curiosity about what progress meant, he pretended to be profound and rambled on about all sorts of strange things.

Young wizards of this age always love to show off. Although nothing about the Hope Cottage was revealed, Sheen felt that the gazes around him seemed to have become much more intense.

Just as he left the auditorium, Simo approached, his face flushed. He was clearly terrified, but also seemed to have been instigated by someone, stammering out:
"Great Sheen, can you make me smarter? Oh—I don't ask for much, just that my wand doesn't explode."

Hearing these outrageous claims, Sheehan sighed, feeling as if he were surrounded by three Weasleys in quick succession.

He said softly to the explosives expert:

“Everyone has their own area of ​​expertise, Mr. Finigan. Perhaps you just haven’t found a way to utilize it yet.”

……

A short while later, inside the Hope Hut.

On Sheen's desk sat a glass cabinet, which Sheen had created using Transfiguration to store dozens of materials given to him by Professor Terra.

[You practiced the Scarpin Reveal Charm once at an apprentice level. Proficiency +1]

[You practiced the Scarpin Reveal Charm once at an apprentice level. Proficiency +1]

[You practiced the Scarpin Reveal Charm once at an apprentice level. Proficiency +1]

……

With Sheen’s continuous practice, the Scarpin Reveal Charm was quickly unlocked. Sheen walked out of Hope Hut, waved his wand, and the parchment turned into an owl, which flew towards Professor Terra’s office.

The professor might not receive it, but Sheen's owl would stay for several days. Sheen uses Transfiguration because Professor Terra encouraged her to use various Transfiguration spells to communicate with her, especially the "whimsical" ones.

……

Unlike the warm fire and thick walls of the auditorium, the cellar in winter only had crucibles to provide some warmth.

Severus Snape stood frozen in the cold wind, like a black silhouette. His fingertips rested on the parchment on the wooden table, its edges curling slightly from the heat of the crucible.

He was both the first and the only person to know this knowledge.

His gaze pierced through the leaping flames, but did not focus on anything tangible; it simply fell vacantly into the depths of a cold memory.

For a long time, bubbles rose from the crucible and then burst, like a thought that suddenly appeared and was quickly swallowed up. He remained motionless, as if the chill of the entire November had settled in the depths of his dark eyes.

Next to the parchment was a list, and after one of the names was written the words: [Guardian: None].

The incessant chatter seemed to still echo in his ears, and he told himself: It's just that I can no longer accept that idiot's stupidity!
So his fingertips traced the unfamiliar landscape of distant London, and a soft knock sounded on the cellar door.

(End of this chapter)