Hogwarts Study Panel

Chapter 239: The Outcast

"Great Green!"

Fred, wearing a hat embroidered with red and green stripes, tipped his hat to Sheen.

"So you've decided to come to the Burrow with us?"

George peeked out from behind the portrait to the side of Sheen.

Sheehan was silent for a moment—Professor McGonagall quickly agreed and planned to take Sheehan to Diagon Alley to pick out some gifts during the summer vacation.

She stated that the Weasleys were all very good wizards and had produced several outstanding Gryffindors.

But Professor Snape...

The professor is extremely busy.

Literally, he was so busy with classes that he couldn't even keep up with everything else. Even when Sheen went to the cellar to brew potions, he had Ravenclaw, who had studied potions, watch over him.

Fortunately, he seemed to enjoy his role as "Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor," and even his haggard appearance didn't cost Gryffin any points.

Harry, in particular, was having trouble breathing.

He used to only have to pay attention to two Potions classes, but now he has to be careful for four. He spent the whole day complaining to Ron about Professor Snape's "bad behavior".

However, under Professor Snape's tutelage, his defense against the dark magic improved significantly.

This also made his feelings toward Professor Snape even stranger—he didn't seem like a good professor, but in some ways he was.

While the knowledge he taught was not as scientific, interesting, or logically clear as Grimm's Notebooks, it was far broader and possessed a depth that Grimm's Notebooks could not reach.

And it was also because the professor was so busy that Sheen couldn't find an opportunity to ask.

Another point is that, up until now, Professor Snape seems to know nothing about what happened at the trapdoor. He has only spoken with Headmaster Dumbledore, who doesn't seem to have mentioned anything about the young wizards.

The entrance to the administrator's office.

"I'm sorry, I can't decide right now."

Sheen lowered his head slightly.

“Great Green—your followers are willing to wait a hundred years.”

Fred said jokingly.

Sheen looked at the two men without saying a word. Then Fred chuckled, and the two began examining the doorknob of the administrator's office.

"That strange doorknob, can we replicate it, George?"

Fred tapped the doorknob, which hissed and snapped wildly, but Fred's hand remained out of its attack range.

Sheehan's expression was strange, and soon after, Fred let out a cry of pain:
"Who improved it again! My hand got bitten through..."

"Good, now you have a hole in your hand, and another one..."

George said with a chuckle.

Before leaving, Sheehan suddenly realized that the Weasleys hadn't been outwitting Mr. Filch for a long time.

The night sky outside the castle was clear. It was perfect weather for observation.

Once again deep in the Forbidden Forest, the dense shade overhead blocked out all the light. Sheen felt as if some eyes were watching him.

His guess was soon confirmed when Ya Ya ran over and rubbed against his feet.

Next up were Hagrid and Ulquiorra. Hagrid was feeding Ulquiorra, as he usually gave him an extra meal at this time.

As the first male Thestral in the forest, he always received more care from his keepers.

"Sheen—it looks like it's going to be a nice day!"

Although Hagrid doesn't understand those mysterious astronomical facts, he's always overjoyed when his friends have good fortune.

"See you later, Hagrid."

Sheen nodded and said goodbye to Hagrid.

Teacher Centaur was already waiting in the woods, gazing at the night sky.

Not far from here, ponies were running around, and a group of wise men from the pony tribe had gathered to teach their juniors. "Dark clouds have obscured the planet's trajectory; let's wait patiently."

Ferenc said.

Sheen then waited quietly with the centaurs.

The noise of the ponies came from not far away. Ferenc said in a calm tone:

"The centaur tribe has never participated in altering the trajectory of the celestial bodies; we believe everything is predestined. We have adhered to this rule for a very long time."

Foresight has made us arrogant; we no longer care about other lives on this land. But one day, when all other resisting lives have perished, the centaur people will also face a great crisis.

His eyes were a bright blue.

"Sheen, in the house where it is not obscured by clouds (in different parts of the sky), Jupiter is so bright that our meeting could not have been a coincidence."

We are all solitary beings…

The centaur always speaks in a mysterious and ambiguous tone, much like their method of predicting astrological signs.

Sheen leaned against a large rock, gazing at the vast starry sky.

"Today you will learn to distinguish the brightness of planets."

Teacher Ma Ren said this.

Soon, Sheen realized why astrology was unreliable.

The brightness of a planet can be affected by a variety of factors, such as clouds, season, and the brightness of other planets.

Therefore, relying solely on the brightness of planets as seen by the naked eye is highly inaccurate.

The solution provided by Teacher Ma Ren is:

"Based on experience and intuition."

Sheen translated it: It's all about talent.

[You practiced a prophecy spell to the standard of an apprentice; proficiency +1]

This is his third success.

He seems to have a little bit of talent.

"I think you've found the guidance of your destiny star."

Ferenze, who was observing Sheen, nodded.

They then lit sage and mallow, and as the smoke rose, a gust of wind swept through the forbidden forest, causing the beech branches to sway wildly and the smoke to take on strange shapes.

So they had to wait for the wind to stop. At this time, the centaur teacher told Sheen that in different seasons, for different palaces, the centaur would choose different herbs to burn.

The quality and condition of these herbs can also affect the observation of the ruling planet.

As he lit the herbs and observed the stars, Sheen inexplicably wondered if this was also a form of ritual magic? And perhaps an ancient and profound one?

……

Although the progress of prophecy magic was not fast, whenever the moon was not bright and the stars were shining, Sheen would always go to the Forbidden Forest to observe the night sky.

Bain, a slightly older centaur, would occasionally come to their area to capture curious young centaurs, and then give Frenzer a cold snort.

Ferenze was not very popular among the centaurs, and was even ostracized. Although he lamented this, he remained firm in his choice.

And so, exam week arrived.

The weather was extremely hot and humid, and the large classroom where they were taking exams was even more unbearably hot for the wizards. The professors gave them new quills specifically for exams, all of which had been enchanted with anti-cheating spells.

Although various exams seem to be intertwined and chaotic, they can actually be divided into two categories: theory and practice.

The first practical exam was in the morning.

The Curse Exam.

(End of this chapter)