Hogwarts Study Panel

Chapter 218: The Storm Is Brewing

The Transfiguration Office.

Although Professor McGonagall was furious, she was more concerned about whether Sheehan was injured.

She then coldly placed the Fire Dragon Analysis Notes into Sheen's hands, and after a brief conversation with Professor Flitwick, she confined Sheen to her cell for half a month.

Sheen kept nodding, then the professor sighed as if he had thought of something, and gently pushed Sheen out of the Transfiguration office.

Doorway.

Sheen was surrounded as soon as he came out.

Hermione gave him a big hug, then Harry, and finally Ron.

You shouldn't have done that.

Hermione spoke haltingly, her eyes still a little red.

Harry and Ron didn't speak, but they conveyed the same meaning.

Sheen thought for a moment, then looked at Justin, who was smiling with his arms crossed, and said:

"This was Justin's idea."

Hermione and the others didn't believe it; everyone knew that Justin's idea was to follow Sheehan's lead.

Sheen knew he wouldn't be able to leave the corridor without saying something, so he slowly said:
"Well, because we are friends."

They then left the corridor while the young wizards were still in a daze.

……

When the demerit points affected four colleges, there was nothing to compare or criticize. There was only a little curiosity: why did Green break the school rules?
The explanation originated from within Ravenclaw.
No one knows what was spread, but those who heard it shut their mouths from spreading rumors.

It was in this strange and peculiar atmosphere that...

Sheen is about to depart for the Alchemy Conference.

He emerged from the alchemy office, a mix of excitement and trepidation in his heart—his ritual was complete!

He has everything he needs!
Although he is just a little dragon, one day he will be able to make real dragon cookies.

Moreover, the Little Fire Dragon Legion is also a Fire Dragon Legion.

Venomous fangs and fireballs don't reason with wizards.

in the corridor.

The invitation swayed slightly, and Sheen looked at it in the flickering candlelight:
In the light of the ether, magic flowed like silver threads.

The alchemists wandered among the ancient runes, yet none knew which way to go.

And so, we have come for the future of magic—

International Alchemy Congress
Tomorrow,
Waiting patiently—

The future you're carrying

The invitation was so hot it turned into something like a contract.

Sheen sensed it for a while with curiosity and felt a distant place that seemed to have a subtle connection with him.

Just as he was about to return to Hope's Cottage to tidy up his belongings, he bumped into Harry. Harry was peering intently through a crack in the door.

Sheehan remembered that Harry had been engrossed in studying these past few days.

The five of them were always together, studying late into the night every day, trying to memorize complex potion recipes, spells and incantations, and the dates of major magical inventions and fairy rebellions...

Sheen thought nothing could deter them from their determination to achieve good results with their friends.

As Sheen got closer, he could hear someone sobbing in the classroom ahead; it was Professor Quirrell.

"I...I can't do this...I can't do this...please..."

He seemed to be being threatened by someone...

Harry frowned as he approached the doorway.

Professor Snape is keeping a close eye on Professor Quirrell, and he may even be threatening him.

Professor Quirrell seemed determined not to give up; he disagreed with Professor Snape's demands. Hearing his voice, Harry knew what a person would do when driven to desperation.

Professor Quirrell's danger had greatly increased, and Harry hurriedly left the corridor.

He took out the map of the plan that Sheen had given him and touched a spot on it.

In an instant, Harry's name lit up in red across the entire map, and at the same time, everyone else's name lit up in red as well.

Above Harry's name appeared the words: "Emergency Round Table Council".

That's right, he used the planning map to evoke the roundtable discussion.

Behind Harry, Sheen silently put down the slightly trembling map.

He watched as Professor Quirrell hurried out of the classroom, adjusting his scarf as he did so. He was pale, as if he were about to cry, and strode out of Sheehan's sight.

Professor Quirrell, Sheehan didn't know if he had been completely controlled by Voldemort.

But looking at the turban that he had never untied, Sheehan knew that, at least for now, the professor had not gone to look for Headmaster Dumbledore.

Hopefully, before the Forbidden Forest is destroyed, before the unicorns cry out in despair, everything can still be salvaged…

Professor Quirrell, walking briskly, reached the shadowy end of the corridor.

His body trembled. There was always a squirrel cookie in the Defense Against the Dark Arts office, and the words "Happy Easter" on it seemed to have been rubbed off, leaving only the words "Resurrection".

He sat in a dark spot and began grading homework timidly.

A moment later, without hesitation, he wrote a big “O” over the words “Sheen Green”, then quickly took it away, staring blankly at the words “Harry Potter”.

He usually doesn't say much, but his heart is churning with emotion right now.

The trolls were introduced by him to create chaos, but that's just one plausible excuse.

What kind of monstrous creature could possibly wreak havoc in the castle guarded by the greatest white wizard...?

And how ridiculous it is that he himself, a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, is terrified into unconsciousness by a troll...

Just like him now.

...Snape pressed closer, and...the great master was about to make him drink the blood of a unicorn again.

He thought he had no choice.

But now, there seems to be a slight possibility.

What should he do?
Dumbledore ignored his subtle pleas for help. Would he repeat the same mistake?

Unicorns, those are the purest of animals...

Professor Quirrell seemed to have made a decision, and as he went out, he bumped into Harry, who was unexpectedly "passing by".

He placed his hand on Harry's hand, but nothing seemed amiss.

……

The "second roundtable meeting" began with Harry rushing into the cabin in a panic.

They confirmed that Professor Quirrell had become more dangerous, but they were struggling to find any evidence against him.

At this critical juncture, Sheen was leaving, Dumbledore was leaving, and even more unsettling was the fact that Harry and his friends' detention was about to begin.

The weather had visibly worsened; the auditorium ceiling was darker and gloomier than it had been recently, and raindrops were pattering against the high windows.

The entire castle seemed to be shrouded in an atmosphere of impending doom.

Amidst the turmoil, they watched silently, with reluctance and unease, as Sheen left Hope Hut.

As soon as he left, the wind seemed to grow stronger, howling and making the vines squeak and squeak.

Harry loosened his grip and saw several large words on the note in his hand:

Your confinement begins at 11 p.m. tonight. Seek Mr. Filch in the foyer.

Professor McGonagall

(End of this chapter)