Hogwarts Study Panel

Chapter 203: The Cat's Communication Diary

Wizards always have a natural passion for Quidditch, especially with only a few games left in the season.

Gryffindor has already defeated Slytherin and Hufflepuff.

Ravenclaw defeated Slytherin, and next up is Hufflepuff vs. Ravenclaw to determine the winner, who will then face Gryffindor in the final match.

Therefore, Roger and Penelope, the class leaders, paid special attention to the final match.

“Prefect Penelope, I will do my best.”

As the Chaser, Roger's sole purpose is to help his team extend the lead to over 150 points. That way, even if the opposing Seeker catches the Golden Snitch, they will still win.

But this task is even more difficult than catching the Golden Thief within the first five minutes of the game.

Principal Penelope did not respond; instead, the Ravenclaw Quidditch team members became even noisier.

"Alright, Prefect, it's true that flight permits are hard to come by. But our Ravenclaw Quidditch team doesn't need to rely on a freshman, does it?"

"That's what the tall Ravenclaw said with a hint of sarcasm."

"Wood 'went into the wrong' locker room three times in two months... I still don't know what he saw..."

Prefect Penelope held a form in her hand; it was a Quidditch pitch application record that she had copied down.

Gryffindor's training schedule overlapped with Sheehan's flight test schedule. From then on, Wood acted like a fool, always pretending to be confused as he went to the Ravenclaw locker room.

Each time he came, Prefect Penelope's irritability and anxiety increased.

Keep in mind that at that time, the Gryffindor Quidditch team already had Porter.

"Wood is a Quidditch fanatic, you know that. He's always wanted to be a Quidditch player."

The meaning behind Ravenclaw's suppressed smile was clear:

You can't use normal people's thinking to judge a madman.

"Weakness is not an obstacle to victory; arrogance is. Underestimating your opponent always leads to utter defeat."

Penelope sighed and left the auditorium.

……

The Great Hall was noisy, with some of the young wizards playing an ancient and strange wizarding game, while others were discussing this year's Quidditch Cup.

The members of Hope Hut gathered together to share Professor Quirrell's recent whereabouts.

They now unanimously believe that Professor Snape is the secret guardian of Hogwarts, and most likely appointed by Headmaster Dumbledore himself.

Think about it: a sharp-tongued and sarcastic professor has been secretly protecting everyone all along; while the cowardly and weak Professor Quirrell is Voldemort's henchman.

No one would have thought of this if Sheen hadn't confirmed it.

"I saw Malfoy in solitary confinement again—apparently he and his two henchmen got into big trouble when they caused some trouble..."

Ron shared his excitement with everyone, his chubby face beaming with the smugness of "I have big news."

He also patted Neville on the shoulder:

“You should do just that, confront him bravely, Neville!”

Ron said,
“He is always arrogant and domineering, and we have no reason to give in to him and let him get away with it so easily.”

Neville nodded hesitantly, while Ron shook his head in exasperation.

In Hope Lodge, everyone agreed that Neville needed help, especially after sharing certain responsibilities; mutual assistance seemed to truly become the theme of Hope Lodge. Although sometimes it was just everyone going to Sheen for help.

“Sheen, I have to say, Hagrid seems so careless, you need to be more careful.”

Hermione recalled the day they stood facing each other at the edge of the Forbidden Forest, when Sheen was riding a hippogriff.

Harry and Ron were just envious, but Hermione thought: How dangerous that is!
Sheen had been silently watching Ron and Neville interact, completely unaware of what was going on, when he was suddenly called upon, and he nodded slightly.

Inside Hope Cottage, the most discussed topic was magic learning, but once they reached the Great Hall, the young wizards were happy to share interesting stories and sometimes show concern for each other.

Justin thought it was an incredibly harmonious atmosphere and always smiled and encouraged it.

The clinking of knives and forks and the sizzling of food were always the main sounds in the Great Hall. Sometimes, Sheen felt that the Great Hall was just a place for wizards to take a break.

When the wizards sat together, the distance between them disappeared.

The sky gradually darkened, and twilight lingered, waiting for the mountains to swallow the setting sun.

The corridor was dimly lit, but that didn't stop the black cat from silently leaping across the armor.

Sheen needed to get to the cellar ahead of time to organize the materials in the office and storage cabinets.

Logically, Professor Snape might have forgotten about the task he was asked to do, but magic is so simple that a levitation charm was all it took for Sheen to finish quickly.

Moreover, it can also recall the function of the ingredients and the magic potion they were used to brew.

This can be considered a small review.

The homework planner shrank to the size of a pendant and hung around the black cat's neck.

Sheen used runes of shrinking, transfiguration, and levitation to make it easy to retrieve, view, and write on the workbook and quill pen even in cat form.

This somewhat makes up for the problem of not being able to communicate when the cat is in its black form.

That's the beauty of being an alchemist: there's nothing you can't do, only magic you haven't learned yet.

The homework planner is now floating in the air, and the first line of text is clearly visible in the top column:

[The ritual of making the tree-protecting hornbill cookies is complete.]

This is Sheen's most important problem right now.

The success of the last new ceremony was mainly due to the excessive power of "I am thinking".

In short, Sheen used the Willpower Enhancement Method, and thus a new ritual was "conceived".

This is not easy to replicate. First of all, Sheen drew inspiration from a very fitting potion ritual: Polyjuice Potion.
Secondly, Sheen's transformation form also played a significant role. It's always easier for a cat to transform into a cat shrew than for a wizard to transform into a Bowtruckle.

Outside the cellar.

The black cat took two steps down the stairs and then quickly transformed into a little wizard in black robes.

Today is a cold, crisp evening. Night is falling, and a bright, translucent moon hangs above the castle.

Snape's agitation had been growing day by day, and his dark, gloomy eyes had been unfocused for a long time.

This was especially true after that damned knight portrait was moved to the cellar entrance by someone.

He would always shout something:
"He went to the big cat's house, and you, Severus, you damned coward, didn't even dare to reveal a single name."

You keep lowering your expectations, never feeling you deserve anything—damn it, are you going to refuse any beginning to avoid the end?

　I'm so engrossed in the outline of Lu Bu's novel that I'll be updating it three times tomorrow morning and three times tomorrow night.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)