Hogwarts Study Panel

Chapter 236: Rumors Flying
Sheen's progress in astronomy was as slow as his previous learning of spells, but Sheen didn't care.

On the contrary, he was extremely curious about what the effects would be after the title of prophetic magic was unlocked.

This is a prophecy, one of the deepest and most mysterious parts of magic, even among many others.

Its mystery and profundity are so great that it is associated with the word "fate".

It was another night with good visibility. Sheen was about to leave the castle when he saw Mr. Filch passing by with his cleaning broom in hand.

Sheehan noticed that the cleaning broom didn't seem to behave so well in Mr. Filch's hands; although it could clean the floor, it still inevitably left some small bits of debris behind.

Mr. Filch would then clean up the debris himself.

This situation was particularly evident among a group of Hogwarts students who had returned from the muddy grounds.

A cleaning broom can remove most of the mud, but it seems to miss individual, small specks of mud.

Meanwhile, in front of Sheen, the group of students casually scattered dirt in the corridor, saying happily:

"Have you heard? Lavender, oh my god—the shop at 93 Diagon Alley is finally opening! This summer—"

This is a Gryffindor with large, bright eyes, long black hair, and delicate features.

“Pavati, of course, I can’t wait to buy some civet cookies. Do you think that will help us find the castle civet?”
Oh—that's the messenger of Christmas night, the castle cat who holds good fortune... The majestic castle is his ears, the spiral staircase is his breath..."

Lavender, on the other hand, was a tall, slender witch who was speaking in a low, devout voice.

It even sounds like a quote from some religion.

They walked past like that...

Sheehan then remembered that the Weasleys had been wailing and pleading with him a few days ago to speed up production, saying that time was running out.

Is this the original reason?

After putting that matter aside for the time being, Sheen turned his attention to the much more relaxed administrator.

"Mr. Filch, may I see the cleaning broom?"

Sheen asked.

“Green—it’s so nice to see you here—of course, feel free to look around—”

Without hesitation, Mr. Filch handed Sheehan what he valued most at the moment.

Sheen stuck his wand to the broom, and soon he understood where the problem lay.

Creatures made for wizards are always different from those made for people without magic.

If a wizard were to use it, his will could easily control the entire cleaning broom, and the broom would be incredibly obedient.

But it wasn't the same for Mr. Filch. Because the magic within him wasn't enough to help him master the broom, he could only use it roughly.

Sheen also began to understand why his broom cleaning skills had been stuck at the "Expert" level—his rune array combinations were not precise enough.

As he frowned in thought, a loud voice rang in his ears.

"The great Green - Trick Room is about to open."

"Fred shouted."

"This summer!"

George was full of anticipation.

"We all have to be here, all three of us—not one less!"

Fred announced loudly.

"You are the real major shareholder of the Weasley's Trick Room, how could you not be here?"

George blinked.

Before Sheen could answer, they carried him away, broom and all.

A bewildered Sheen only realized what was happening after being lifted up:
"Do you know how much money we made? Merlin—that's a number that will make your tongue bulge!" Fred practically cheered.

“You have to come with us, great Grimm, even if you have a mission to save the world, you can’t escape it—”

George twirled his hand, making a superhero gesture.

"Ah—what is this?"

Fred cried out in pain when the broom in Sheen's hand poked him in the waist, and then looked at the broom.

"Not bad, very good, but too rough..."

George also went through the examination, and then said:

"Strange, so very strange... He looks like a super genius, created directly using powerful rituals and excellent materials, but I bet he couldn't have studied magic runes for more than three years..."

They were both completely absorbed in cleaning with their brooms:

"The manufacturing process is absolutely brilliant—but why are the basic components so crude?"

Fred asked George.

"The ability to manipulate magic with finesse is also virtually nonexistent—only geniuses who move too fast would have this problem."

George asked Sheehan,

"Great Grin, where did you get such a strange thing? An alchemical conference?"

Sheen had too much to say at once, so he fell silent for a while.

“Fred, George, just call me Sheehan. I made this.”

Fred exclaimed "Aha!" and stretched out his left hand:
"I knew it!"

"You're thinking the same thing as me!"

George and Fred clapped their hands.

“We’ll help you improve it—but you’ll have to come with us to the Burrow!”

Fred ran off in a flash.

"Trust me, you'll learn great skills from your mom; meticulousness is the essence of housework magic!"

George ran while shouting with his head tilted back.

A humble dwelling?
With that thought in mind, Sheen headed out of the castle.

Several days passed in the blink of an eye.

Perhaps due to the anxiety surrounding exams, rumors about Hogwarts have been circulating again recently.

First, Professor Quirrell missed Defense Against the Dark Arts class, and after he left, everyone realized that it seemed to make no difference whether the professor was there or not.

Only Justin's Defense Against the Dark Arts notes were selling better and better, until—Professor Snape took over teaching the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

The young wizards, who were originally not curious about what had happened to Professor Quirrell, now wished they could dig him out of Hogwarts.

The young wizards were constantly worried, asking around about Professor Quirrell. After learning from Ron, who let slip that the professor was at the school hospital, Sheehan always found various blessings on Professor Quirrell's desk.

Without exception, they all hoped the professor would recover quickly; they didn't want to teach four high-pressure classes a week anymore.

Professor Snape's body was visibly worn out, but his spirits were getting better day by day.

This even led to more rumors being spread among the young wizards.

For example, Professor Snape attacked Professor Quirrell secretly because he coveted the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts.

The young wizards didn't know who spread the rumor, but the person who spread it was penalized ten points the next day for accidentally stirring the potion with their left hand.

Meanwhile, another rumor was also circulating at Hogwarts.

　There will be another chapter later. Lu has recovered. There will be two updates tomorrow morning and three updates tomorrow night.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)