Hogwarts Study Panel

Chapter 36: Grievance

A light drizzle began to fall in Scotland, and the sound of dripping rain echoed throughout Hogwarts Castle.
Raindrops on the stained glass window gradually gathered, eventually turning into trickles that sank into the fertile land that has been so rich since the tenth century.

Despite Sheehan's good return record, Mrs. Pince, the librarian, did not allow him to take away more books than permitted.
Unless he returns all the books, including "A History of Modern Magic," and signs the crumpled record sheet.

So Shin had no choice but to read two books by Potions Master Ribasius Polach in the library.

Even without any takeout, he still saw the note Mrs. Pince had tucked in on the first page of the book:
[WARNING: If you scratch, tear, break, soil, destroy, throw, drop, or otherwise damage, abuse, or desecrate this book,]

I will make you suffer the worst consequences within the scope of my authority.

Hogwarts librarian,

Irma Pins

Sheehan had no doubt about the irritable librarian's resolve; he had seen Mrs. Pince pounce on the young wizard more than once.
She seemed to have a special ability to immediately identify and severely punish students who damaged books.

Self-study area

The librarian, who always wore an angry expression, passed by Sheen, his stern and cautious demeanor softening slightly.
He then nodded slightly and left the area.

That old witch Miranda Goshak (crossed out) mentioned in the Book of Spells:

When a wizard has a need, he will create a spell; if not, it simply means that the spell has not yet been discovered.

Now I assert that if wizards have a need, potions will be created; if not, then the potion recipe simply hasn't been discovered yet.

Sheehan just read this quote in "Let Yourself Have a Carnival in a Bottle!"

They quickly realized the unusual nature of this statement and its powerful momentum.

Just as he was deep in thought, lost in thought about these words, a note suddenly fell to the ground.
Sheen was caught off guard, and then quietly took out his notebook and quill pen to write down the words.

[Very good, the fact that you can see this text proves that there aren't always foolish wizards in this world.]
I always have to tell you something, otherwise people will only remember my achievements in formulas and processes.
But they forgot my greatest, and most misunderstood, pioneering work in the profound field of potions.

The greatest and most misunderstood pioneering expedition?
Is it like an automatic fire-starting crucible with temperature control?

Excellent, Master Ribasius Polachi did indeed have some in stock.

Sheen looked down curiously.

"Only carefully crafted potions can have the proper effect"—this cautious saying came into being.
I was shocked to find that all potion researchers had forgotten to study the meaning of potions themselves.
What kind of researchers are they! They're like Miranda's sticky, stinking apple pie!
I am convinced that spells and potions are connected by a fundamental thread.
If "Theory of Magic" believes that advanced spells require the wizard's own spiritual power, then why did they forget about potions?
This can only be because of one thing: they were all written in illegible handwriting (￥*&%).

Sheen skipped over the long string of rather unfriendly greetings; the contents that followed made his breath catch in his throat.

I have completed some necessary tasks.

The revised spells and rituals will place greater emphasis on the sorcerer's spiritual power, and will also be more mentally taxing.

However, for any pharmacist who has reached the pinnacle of skill and technique, this will be a completely new and broad path.

I must remind you that you should have sufficient willpower and use it with caution, as it becomes more unstable while possessing amazing effects.
It can certainly be improved, but I don't have much time left.

I have seen the great truth, and I lament that it is being spread in secret.

Please improve it.

And please allow me to revise the epitaph those foolish wizards carved for me, and tell you the real version—

Libache Polach died in 1961, having devoted most of his life to this great work.
Now, it's your turn to study the most profound magic in the realm of potions.

me?

My white talent?
Sheen silently hummed in agreement, suddenly feeling a sense of responsibility.

He memorized every single word.

He never expected to see such knowledge.
Master Ribasius Polachi, he actually dared to target the ancient spells and rituals passed down in the realm of potions!
Sheehan had read in "The History of Magic" that most potion spells and rituals had been passed down for over three hundred years.

They were as reliable and consistent as the pronunciation of a spell. It was a huge surprise, and Sheen felt like the Niffler who had found an ancient gold coin.

He quickly copied all the improvements into his notebook—there weren't actually many, only a handful.

But whether by coincidence or not, scabies medication was among them.

This made it even harder for Sheen to suppress his smile.

The magic crystal lamp illuminated Sheen's focused face.
A moment later, he rose from the oak table.

The Hogwarts bells rang simultaneously, accompanied by the hooting of owls.

Lunchtime has arrived.

Having satisfied his intellectual needs, Sheen had to consider his physical health.
He quickly returned the books to Mrs. Pince, and there were already quite a few young wizards on the corridor heading from the library to the Great Hall.

Walk past the warm fireplace,
Sheehan noticed that the Gryffindors were unusually quiet today.

"He must hate me to the core..."

A little boy with black hair said with a puzzled look,
“Narcissus root powder, mugwort…why didn’t he ask Hermione!”

"Harry, don't be angry,"

The red-haired boy next to him whispered,
"I've heard that Snape has always been like that, especially unreasonable."

Sheehan watched silently as Harry and Ron walked to sit down a short distance away from him.

He had some recollection of this issue; some people in his previous life thought that...

Professor Snape, this warrior of pure love, his questions are perhaps as profound as his actions.

The daffodil symbolizes regret taken to the grave.

The flower language of mugwort is bitter sorrow.

So the underlying meaning of this question is: I feel endless grief over the death of your mother.

Just as Sheehan was about to continue dipping the beans, Justin sat down beside him, blushing.
Next came Hermione, whose eyes had dimmed.

"Even Professor Snape shouldn't do something so unreasonable!"

Justin looked very angry, and his eyes were full of sadness as he looked at his companion.
"If a student raises their hand to answer a question incorrectly, then the professor who asked the question must also be a fool!"

Sheen raised his head somewhat blankly.

They had just finished their Potions class.
Is this an insult directed at... Snape?

Even Harry doesn't seem to have ever cursed Professor Snape like that, does he?

“Sheen, oh, I wanted to tell you this before…”

When Justin looked at Sheehan, his anger vanished, and he explained the scene to Sheehan with sadness—

When Professor Snape asked Harry a question, he not only ignored Hermione's repeated attempts to raise her hand, but also yelled at her:

"sit down!"

"Not a single person in the entire arena thought this was unreasonable. Those Gryffindors are such cowards!"

As Justin spoke, his face flushed again, and his voice was filled with guilt.

He was practically gritting his teeth.

"I saw it from behind the door, but I couldn't help... I'm such a bad friend."

(End of this chapter)