Hogwarts Study Panel

Chapter 214: Time Management

Hagrid's ability to keep secrets is practically zero.

The people in Hope Cottage only stayed in his house for a short while before they discovered his secret of having an extra dragon egg.

So this morning, the people from Hope Cottage were invited to Hagrid Cottage to name the Norwegian Spinosaurus.

But before they even set off, they started arguing:

"Hermione, oh my god, I didn't see my bedtime!!"

Ron almost jumped out of his seat when he saw his study plan.

"Eight hours? Don't you have eyes?"

Hermione looked up.

"Merlin—I don't think I'm old enough to sleep that long yet. Let's wait until I'm old."

Ron was basically making a request.

He and Harry simply couldn't be too tough on Hermione. Hopefully, in the cabin, Sheehan would guide them gently and precisely.

His green eyes were always deep and emotionless when he was alone, but when faced with their questions, they would show a reassuring patience.

But nobody wants to bother Sheen all the time. Everyone knows he's very busy, so busy that he's always hard to find.

So Ron and Harry were always being guided by Hermione. They gradually realized that although Hermione was still a bit annoying, without her, they would definitely be in big trouble with their homework.

"Ron Weasley! You and Harry will only drag us down!"
Justin will definitely excel in all subjects, and I'm telling you, Neville won't be much worse!

"Only the two of you haven't made much progress and are always slacking off!"

After Hermione finished speaking angrily, she walked up to Sheehan again:
"Sheen, can you show them your schedule from a while ago?"

Sheehan stared at Hermione, who was gritting her teeth, and even his hands, which were engraving runes, froze for two seconds:
"Ah."

The wooden cabinet disdainfully spat out a notebook, which Hermione had to catch by using a levitation charm.

"Feel sorry."

Sheen tapped his wooden cabinet with his wand, and the cabinet shook as if it were human.

Every time she puts a book in, Sheen is transforming her wooden cabinet, and now it seems to be gradually developing into a strange wizard's chessboard—in short, it seems to have developed a certain self-awareness.

Sometimes it would even respectfully hand a book to Sheen when he was pondering what book to read.

Sheen guessed that the change was caused by the excessive transformations he had applied, which had led to a greater degree of consciousness within the creature.

For example, it's not strange if a snowman can only make snowballs, throw snowballs, or dodge.

But if you combine these points, having a snowball fight with a wizard will be quite magical.

Sheen's wooden cabinet was probably in the same situation.

Sometimes I wonder if I've been slacking off too much...

As Hermione spoke, she showed Ron and the others a glimpse of the plan.

According to the schedule, Sheen would go to the cellar to brew potions three nights a week, attend alchemy classes with senior wizards two days a week, and also attend a solo class once a week.

In addition, Sheen will also visit the Forbidden Forest, the greenhouse, the Transfiguration Office...

He even managed to find time for alchemy, keeping up with the history of magic and astronomy lessons.

"Sheehan, I mean, is he Superman...?"

Ron was dumbfounded.

“Well, Hermione, you’re right. It seems Harry and I really have been slacking off… Merlin—I never thought I’d say something like that…”

He immediately changed his tune.

He now even doubts whether Sheen has any regular class time at all.

"In a world without magic, we call this time management."

Justin explained with a smile.

He said that simply because his strength wasn't much worse than Sheen's.

In addition to his own diligent studies, he was responsible for organizing and selling Green's Notebook, recording the learning progress of everyone in the cabin, compiling statistics on problems, and summarizing experiences to store in the wooden cabinet. He shouldered the task of helping everyone in the cabin learn from each other's strengths and weaknesses, and naturally also took on the task of investigating Professor Quirrell's purpose.

As Ron shamefully revised his plans, Sheehan inexplicably thought of a sentence:

"Rest is for the dead."

His eyes flickered.

It hadn't snowed at Hogwarts for a long time, but the incessant rain still pattered against the castle's stone walls.

Sheen cannot stop, nor can he have too much time to rest. If he rests, it will not be difficult for people to die when an accident occurs.

As he stepped out of Hope Hut, the enchanted mirror remained silent, leaving Sheen to gaze into those calm, deep green eyes, as if looking into a mirror made of lake water:
"I know I can't stop."

He seemed to hear something, but it also seemed like all he could hear was the howling wind.

Hagrid's Hut.

Tooth was barking wildly, and Hagrid saw the red dot marked with Sheen's name getting closer and closer.

A red exclamation mark also lit up.

He grinned widely and marked a yellow question mark on Sheen's location to indicate that he had received the message.

As for why it's a yellow question mark? Because it's only a semi-finished product; Sheen hasn't given it any more functions yet, so he just randomly put a symbol on top of it.

This map was left to Hagrid by Sheen because he could never find the magical creatures, and many times he was in a state of "Where are the magical creatures?"

So when he put a button on the magical creature—

He was so surprised he almost picked Sheen up. Sheen, who had escaped death, looked at Hagrid with a slightly puzzled expression.

Hagrid was utterly ashamed; he had always forgotten that he had a young wizard by his side.

For a week, Hagrid would awkwardly express his concern by keeping his hands behind his back whenever he saw Sheehan.

Now that Hagrid was sure he wouldn't do anything foolish, he carefully rolled up the map and went out of the house:
"Sheen—come in quickly—"

The two then began to control the temperature of the flames for the dragon eggs, a method mentioned in "Raising Dragons for Recreation and Profit," where a proper temperature helps the dragons hatch faster.

outside the house.

The figures of a group of young wizards were getting closer and closer.

"Hagrid has always wanted a dragon. He told me that the first time I met him."

Harry said with some anticipation.

“But this is illegal,”

Ron said,
"At the Wizarding Conference in 1709, a law was officially passed banning the keeping of dragons, which is known to everyone."

If we keep dragons in our backyard, it will be hard for Muggles not to notice us—and it will be very dangerous to tame them.

You should really look at the burns on Charlie's body; they're from when he was driving away wild dragons in Romania.

"Do wizards really raise dragons?"

Justin frowned slightly; he felt the wizard was still too valiant.

"Of course, wizards also often cast spells on Muggles who saw wild dragons to make them forget about it completely."

Ron was somewhat smug about knowing some exclusive information.

"I hope Hagrid doesn't forget that he lives in a wooden house."

Hermione said with concern.

Noisily, they entered Hagrid's hut.

At a glance, I saw Sheen sitting elegantly in a chair created by Transfiguration, holding a book, and roasting a dragon egg over a fire.

"Sheen—you can't eat this!"

Ron exclaimed.

(End of this chapter)