Hogwarts Study Panel

Chapter 187: High-Level Alchemical Creations
Neville is back.

He stumbled into Hope Lodge in the morning. There were no Gryffindor classes that morning, but he returned just as dawn broke.

He held a brand-new wand in his hand, which drew the attention of Sheehan and Justin.

Justin smiled and nodded, then gave Neville a thumbs up.

He had already noticed some clues in the greenhouse.

Neville doesn't seem to lack talent; rather, his talent seems to be something he can't show.

"Good morning."

"Neville said in a low voice."

Then he went to water and check his plants.

After a long while, he hesitated before walking to the edge of Sheen's table.

The wooden planks covered by the Transfiguration spell slowly shrank back, and Sheen calmly watched Neville.

"Xi-Xien, I dare not use it..."

Neville stammered, and after he finished speaking, he seemed to have lost all his courage, and lowered his head, no longer daring to look at Sheen.

“When you rushed out of the cabin, Neville, you were brave enough. It’s okay to be slow. I hope you always know that you can be brave while being afraid. People can set off even with fear.”

"Neville is brave by nature, but he is undoubtedly the little wizard in the hut who needs encouragement the most," Sheen said gently.
"I mean, do you want to take the spell proficiency test again?"

……

Neville began to get used to his new wand, and his performance surprised everyone, as his talent in spells almost rivaled Harry's.

Sheen watched all this silently, recalling the prophecy of Professor Trelawney, who taught Prophecy:

The one with the power to conquer the Dark Lord is approaching... Born into a family that has defeated the Dark Lord three times... Born at the end of the seventh month...

The prophecy here involves two children, Harry and Neville.

Surprisingly, both of them launched special attacks against Voldemort.

It was truly a magical prophecy.

Then Sheen went out the door.

Today is Monday. Ravenclaw still has two consecutive Potions classes in the morning, and History of Magic in the afternoon.

The course on the history of magic, though called a history of magic course, is more like a Ravenclaw book club. After all, the Grimm Notes series has never stopped being updated, and due to the vastness of magic, several versions have been derived. (Actually, it's just that the notes were too messy, and Sheen didn't have time to organize them, so Justin reorganized them)—such as the Complete Book of the Middle Ages, exploring the era of the great wizard Merlin, etc.

Instead of each of the young wizards buying a full volume, they each bought one to read together.

Professor Binns didn't mind the noisy young wizards; on the contrary, he was quite satisfied with the improvement in the quality of their assignments.

Although no one knew what kind of satisfaction a ghost could possibly have, the fact was that the professor's workload returned to normal, as if everyone had previously driven him to distraction.

Now, Sheen and Justin have to go to Potions class.

Harry and Ron were relieved to be sitting in an armchair by the fire, reading "Flying with the Artillery" for the third time.

If they had to go to Potions class right after Christmas, Harry and Ron would probably rather face the trolls.

They did not play chess.

Right now, their strange wizard chess set is asleep.

Indeed, in the strange Wizarding Chess, some pieces even have their own routines, making the young wizards feel as if they are truly commanding an army.

Fortunately, they don't need to eat... she's just a queen who likes to fall in love with other people on the battlefield. Hermione, standing to the side, is watching the two of them with a serious look.

"I think even if you don't want to learn potions, you'll do something more creative."

"Like what?"

As Harry asked the question, he watched as Joel Jenkins of the Cannons slammed a runaway ball into a Chaser of the Barryburg Bats.

Clearly, they didn't listen.

Harry and Ron have so far remained somewhat skeptical of Sheen's decision, after all, Professor Snape really doesn't seem like a good person.

He would even make up a rule to collect Harry's books.

However, due to their trust in Sheen, the two were no longer so suspicious of Professor Snape, but this was followed by a fear of an unknown enemy. So they desperately wanted to do something to escape their fear, even if it was just playing wizard chess.

Unlike the warmth of Hope House, the rain and snow outside the corridor made the corridor cold as well.

A postcard lay gently on the side of Justin's potions book, depicting a scene from the McGonagall family's villa. It was one of many photos Marcus McGonagall had sent to Sheehan, and Sheehan had just given it to Justin.

Potions class ended in the usual torrential rain.

Sheehan went to find Mrs. Lorris as soon as get out of class was over. Once he was familiar enough with the cat slang, his Fantastic Beasts Cookie line was about to achieve a long-awaited success.

Now he was very curious: could this be a high-level alchemical creation?
after all--

[Six expert-level intermediate alchemical artifacts and twelve skilled alchemical artifacts can unlock the expert-level title in the field of alchemy.]

The new title will bring even greater talent.

He had already experienced the advantages brought by his special magical ritual perception. And the fact that he could design a new alchemical ritual himself and succeed on his first try was truly remarkable.
He boldly imagined that perhaps he could truly rival the master Nicolas Lemaître.

January arrived, and Hogwarts gradually entered a colder and damper season.

In the cold and damp month of January, the last thing anyone wants to do is stay on the field for two hours. But it's not the case for the members of Hope Hut, because Sheen's fire lizards will start a campfire, and after a while, other fire lizards will emerge from inside.

Harry and Ron gathered firewood and leaves to keep the fire burning, and the fire-loving lizards darted around in the crackling wood.

However, Sheen has been disappearing frequently this week, and for very long periods of time at that.

I've heard from several young wizards that they've seen the legendary lucky black cat.

corridor.

It took Sheen a week to raise Mrs. Lorris's affinity level to just under ten points.

There's always a cold wind blowing through the corridor, but cats have fur to protect them from the cold, though of course, it doesn't last long.

So Mrs. Lorris got dressed.

Two cats darted swiftly across the long stone floor. After some demonstrations by Professor McGonagall, Sheen had gained a greater grasp of his Reincarnation.

The black cat's speed was just about on par with Lady Lorris. The lady had gained a little weight recently, and her main activity each day was traversing the castle, capturing any young wizards who dared to venture out at night.

Due to the widespread popularity of the quirky wizard chess and the transforming cookies, a small number of young wizards have ventured out at night in the castle with the transforming cookies.

However, lacking their own will, they were often sent to the administrator's office by Mrs. Lorris.

Sheen, however, knew what they looked like when they woke up.

It's probably like Harry waking up and finding Professor Snape by his bedside.

(End of this chapter)