Hogwarts Study Panel

Chapter 342, Section 341: Hagrid's Life
These days feel like they were stolen.

Quiet, peaceful, and fulfilling.

Sheen is always busy, besides teaching classes, organizing notes, and making items for the shop.

He also needs to study alchemy, transmutation, dark magic, and potions.

Besides that, his progress in learning spells, herbs, and divination has slowed down, but he remains determined.

He has always been willing to devote a great deal of time to Transfiguration, the area he is most familiar with (where he has learned the most knowledge).

However, much of that time has now been taken up by the production of wolfsbane medicine and seamless stretch bags.

Even for Sheen, who was familiar with the process of preparing the wolfsbane potion, it took him a week, and he only understands about 90% of it now.

However, with the help of ritual magic, it is not impossible to complete it within a month.

Then there's the seamless stretch bag, which involves a field that Sheen was unfamiliar with.

Sheen planned to start by learning the Unseen Extension Charm, and he hoped to see Professor Flitwick in the faculty lounge this weekend, rather than at the Three Broomsticks Bar…

Unlike Sheen's fulfillment and tranquility, Hogwarts was once again in turmoil.

It seemed as if a hundred rumors had arrived at the castle at once.

This day in the auditorium.

"Hagrid, he's Slytherin's heir? If Hagrid is Slytherin's heir, then I am... Snape's heir!"

Ron choked on the pumpkin juice in his throat and coughed repeatedly.

"That's what the newspapers say. If you read it carefully, you'll know that Hagrid was in Azkaban, and it was Headmaster Dumbledore who saved him."

Hermione said, frowning.

"But we all know that's Voldemort!"

Harry also stopped eating.

"The Daily Prophet is getting more and more bizarre, like The Quibbler."

"Hmm, 'The Quibbler' is a bunch of garbage, everyone knows that."

Hermione said with a slightly sarcastic tone.

Nearby, not far from the Ravenclaw table, Luna, who was sitting alone, floated over.

"sorry,"

Luna said that her voice suddenly wasn't so dazed anymore.
My father was a magazine editor.

“I…oh,”

Hermione looked very embarrassed and said,

"Yes, some of them are quite interesting... I mean, it's still..."

"Thank you."

Luna said coldly.

"This is even more interesting."

Justin grinned.

Hermione glared at him, as well as Harry and Ron, who were watching the commotion, and then none of them said a word.

Only Neville, as if just realizing what was happening, couldn't help but laugh out loud, then covered his mouth in horror.

Harry and his friends knew that Tom Riddle was the heir to Slytherin, but they were unaware that he had framed Hagrid, so they were very interested in this topic.

Hermione, who should have been involved in the discussion, went to discuss something else with Justin. Gryffindor and Hufflepuff had a herb class today, and Hermione had been very curious about Bruce, whom Sheehan had mentioned.

I heard that this senior is quite famous in Hufflepuff.

Unlike Cedric, it was more...strange.

For example, it is both reliable and unreliable.

After today's herbalism class, Justin said they would be going to the greenhouse to help Professor Sprout process herbs. Hermione would also be participating in a group activity in the greenhouse for the first time.

“Singing the Quibbles will be useful, Hermione.”

My mother told me that language is a double-edged sword; it is sharp whether used to dispel superstition or to harm the truth.

As they were leaving the auditorium, Justin suddenly said something.

Hermione didn't react at first.

"If we find evidence that Lockhart is a fraud, how do we let everyone know?"

Justin guided the way.

Hermione immediately understood.

in the afternoon.

The ground was covered in snow, and the castle was a vast expanse of white.

Sheen walked down the quiet corridor—most of the young wizards were gathered in the Great Hall at this time.

Large notices were continuously posted on the Great Hall bulletin board, so large that they covered everything else on the board—announcements for auctioning secondhand spellbooks, Argus Filch’s regular reminders of school rules, the Quidditch team’s practice schedule, notes for exchanging Chocolate Frog cards, the Weasley brothers’ new advertisement for people to conduct experiments on, dates for spending the weekend in Hogsmeade Village, and lost and found notices.

The new report was printed in bold black font, with a formal-looking seal at the bottom, and various animated magical photos next to it.

The Master of the Locked Room? The Truth Buried by Snow and Wind for Fifty Years!

Hagrid: Villain or Innocent?

Armando Dippet: Master or Idiot?

At the same time, a biography of Armando Dippet was also published along with this report.

In just one morning, the book has already shown signs of becoming a bestseller.

Although, given Rita Skeeter's past writing style and the style of her other known works, the content of this book is likely to be an exaggeration and distortion of the facts.

But that didn't stop everyone from enjoying it.

In particular, one piece of information mentioned is that the long-forgotten locked-room monster murder case is highly likely to be reversed, and the murderer will be someone that no one can guess.

Besides, Armando Dippet is a complete fool; he is blinded by illusions and is basically half an idiot.

The hall was naturally noisy, as the young wizards were captivated by the constant stream of reports, some even forgetting about class time.

However, this commotion had nothing to do with Sheen. At that moment, Bai Yi flew in through the window and dropped a letter covered in snow:

Dear Mr. Hermes:

The report has been prepared truthfully in accordance with your and Principal Dumbledore's instructions.

—Your loyal Rita

Sheen looked out the white expanse of the window, tapped his wand, and the letter burst into flames, its ashes eventually drifting out the window on their own.

Hagrid is about to be exonerated, which is something to be happy about no matter how you look at it.

The newspapers put a lot of effort into promoting and generating buzz for this big news.

The appearance of Hogwarts Great Hall was orchestrated by them.

As for the reporter... Rita surrendered, or rather, she could only express loyalty, especially after Professor Terra's in-depth conversation with her alone last time.

Although Sheen didn't care much, it's undeniable that Rita did have some use.

In December, the wind and snow continued.

Several mandrakes held a lively and noisy dance in the third greenhouse, which pleased Professor Sprout very much.

Even the smiles he gave to Sheen and the others who came to help were warmer.

She had clearly spotted a peculiar figure:

“New bud—Miss Granger, my dear, welcome.”

(End of this chapter)