Hogwarts Study Panel

Chapter 303: Time's Almost Up

She felt the warm breeze blowing on her left cheek subside somewhat.

"If you turn the ancient texts upside down, you'll see that they are spells that can turn an enemy's ears into golden oranges."

Luna, holding the upside-down copy of "The Quibbler," mumbled in a daze, her eyes fixed on Sheehan.

"You come to see the land snore every day? It must be very well taken care of by you to be always snoring."

Sheen nodded slightly.

To some extent, Luna is right.

At the same time, he noticed that the earrings Luna had been wearing were also gone; they were two carrot-shaped earrings.

This made him frown.

"Oh, don't worry, the stuff was stolen by the nymphs, they'll be back soon."

Luna spoke in a singing voice.

Her eyes are slightly protruding, but this doesn't detract from her overall face shape; instead, it gives her an elfin look.

"Is it a magical plant among white mistletoe?"

Sheen responded, and as he raised his wand, some of the missing items floated behind Luna.

"yes……"

Luna always seemed to be in a dream, her voice and gaze were unsteady.

When she turned her head to look at Sheen, she discovered the missing items.

"Look, the nymph has returned my things... It seems you tamed the nymph with mistletoe sap?"

"The wand."

Sheen answered. He called out to Bai Yi, and a brightly colored, pure white owl landed on his shoulder.

Luna stared at him without blinking, as did Tira, who was peeking out of his pocket.

At the edge of the Black Lake, Sheen paused in his steps as he was about to leave.

He looked at the pale blue lake, which at that moment resembled a giant mirror, reflecting flocks of birds.

Here, the wizard's eyes are like a mirror reflecting himself; some wizards cannot see the malice they suffer because the mirror always reflects pure, clear lake water.

"If you lose anything next time, you can ask me for help."

Sheen said.

He then left the edge of the Black Lake.

Following the sloping lawn, Sheen arrived at the vegetable garden behind Hagrid's cottage, where twelve large pumpkins grew.

In a non-magical world, no one has ever seen such large pumpkins, each as tall as half a person.

"You're here—come in and have some syrup toffee, fresh out of the oven."

Hagrid was as enthusiastic as ever; he had just visited Fairy Tale Square a couple of days ago.

The place was crowded, and different wizards would often argue over who got the last cookie.

Fortunately, he had special privileges. Professor Quirrell pulled him in through the back door, completely unaware that he alone was enough to block the front door.

"Look at my little sweethearts, aren't they pretty?"

Hagrid noticed Sheehan looking at the pumpkin, and said with delight,
"For the Halloween party—it'll be big enough by then. Would you like to carve a jack-o'-lantern with me? I'll definitely give you a few extra."

Imagine putting it in your room or dorm room; it would glow tirelessly for the entire semester.

Sheen nodded; for a wizard, completing such a task was not difficult.

……

Syrup toffee is an extremely sticky candy; Sheen ate just a little bit and almost couldn't breathe.

He looked again at Ya Ya, who was grinning, spinning around, and panting heavily... He was actually doing alright.

And so the warm sun in the Forbidden Forest slowly set, until it hung on the tips of the beech trees, until Sheen walked out of Hagrid's hut with the task of gaining the last ten points of proficiency.

After starting his practice of matter transformation, he rarely used the leisurely broom to travel anymore; after all, he could practice a little longer on the way back to the castle. [You have practiced matter transformation to beginner level within the Master realm. Master level proficiency +3]

The land is constantly undulating, and the stones also have various bumps and depressions.

As Sheen walked along, the Forbidden Forest seemed to truly come alive.

Suddenly, Sheen felt a heat in his arms. He quickly took out the map and saw the points marked "Basilisk" and "Alchemy Frog" rapidly changing.

Sheen frowned, then flicked his fingers, and a broom flew into his palm like lightning.

The Soul Relics had already greatly weakened Voldemort's power. What happened at this point?
The broom swept across the sky like a shooting star, and the castle remained noisy.

In the girls' restroom on the second floor, a figure appeared as if it had taken off an invisibility cloak.

On the map, Ginny is located in the Gryffindor Tower, while the Basilisk and the Alchemist Frog are already very close to Sheen.

Without the manipulation of the snake voice, how could the basilisk come to life?
Or... did the basilisk never truly sleep after it was awakened?
It always has to forage for food, and anything can happen in the process.

Wearing the magic refraction mirror, Sheen gazed at the seemingly ordinary pool of water.

"Mr. Green!"

At that moment, a voice came.
"Oh, is that so... I've been thinking that if you die, you're welcome to share this toilet with me."

Myrtle said, her face turning silvery-white with embarrassment.

Ghosts have no logic, so it's not surprising that they say anything.

"Oh my, I can hardly believe that someone can make Mischievous Ghost obey."

Those who can accomplish this are all great figures like Headmaster Dumbledore, such great figures…

Myrtle chattered on and on, while Sheen pondered silently.

On the map, the basilisk was lurking not far from Sheen, seemingly foraging for food in the area before turning away.

The chamber was spacious, but for such a large animal, the rats alone would probably not be enough to sustain its life.

It will always happen.

"Preparations are... almost complete."

With a muttered remark, Sheen turned and left, heading off to find Mr. Sorting Hat.

at the same time.

The downstairs corridor.

Harry shuddered.

"...Tear you apart...Tear you apart...Kill you..."

It was that voice again, the cold, menacing voice he had heard in Lockhart's office.

He staggered to a stop, grabbed the stone wall, and listened intently while looking around, squinting as he searched up and down the dimly lit corridor.

"Harry, what's wrong?"

Ron asked, puzzled.

"That voice is back—don't speak yet—"

"...I'm starving...I've been starving for so long..."

"listen!"

Harry said urgently, and Ron and Hermione froze, staring at him.

The sound became weaker and weaker.

Harry was certain it was moving—moving upwards.

He stared at the dark ceiling with a sudden feeling of dread and excitement; how could it possibly be moving upwards? Was it a ghost, something the stone ceiling couldn't hold back?

As he was wondering, he saw a figure hurry past them.

(End of this chapter)