Hogwarts Study Panel

Chapter 403-401: The Magical Telephone (Bonus Chapter 15 for the Silver Alliance)

There were ten minutes left before the alchemy class started, which was also the last class for senior wizards.

“Ms. Ravenclaw…”

Professor McGonagall already knew, but hearing Sheehan say it himself still gave her a strange feeling.

"Yes, Professor."

Sheen responded.

"You're willing to share with me..."

Professor McGonagall's stern tone softened considerably.

"Of course, Professor, could you please wait a moment?"

Sheen thought for a moment and then said.

"Yes, kid."

Professor McGonagall seemed to be imitating something.

So a few minutes later, when Sheen returned to the armor, he had a special basin in his hand.

It was a shallow stone basin, its rim carved with runes and symbols, filled with a silvery substance that, like clouds, resembled both liquid and gas.

Minerva McGonagall recognized it as the Pensieve.

"Headmaster Dumbledore taught me how to use the Memory Threads; they are quite peculiar."

Sheen said, holding the basin.

So they naturally went to the Transfiguration office, and together leaned close to the silvery substance rippling in the stone basin until their faces touched it.

They tumbled and fell through the dark void, landing on the shore of a tranquil lake.

Here, a babbling brook stretches along the lakeside, flowing towards even more distant places.

Beside the stream stood a beautiful woman with a serious, even slightly dignified, expression.

She wore a long robe woven with green and blue, and held an old book that looked very worn.

"Ravenclaw..."

Minerva McGonagall seemed somewhat lost in thought.

Then, the human and the cat began a conversation. When Professor McGonagall heard the words, "You can ask me many questions, but please choose the most important one," she became somewhat curious.

When it comes to surprising people, the little wizard never does.

Minerva McGonagall was somewhat stunned.

The two people in the memory did not notice Minerva McGonagall's expression at all and continued talking.

"You don't ask for anything of yourself?"

Ravenclaw said.

“I have received more than enough at Hogwarts.”

Minerva saw the black cat's ears twitch.

……

The fog slowly dissipated, and Sheehan felt Professor McGonagall's hand take his arm. After a while, they stood in almost the same spot, and snow fell onto the windowsill outside.

When Sheen stepped out of the Transfiguration office, he noticed that the fireplace there was still the most powerful of all the offices.

Young wizards kept walking back and forth in the corridors, and members of the Castle Cat Club were searching the entire castle relentlessly.

If things continue like this, they will know more castle secret passages than the Castle Explorers Club, also known as the Blind Man's Secret Passage Club.

For example, they have already found the secret passage behind the hunchbacked witch.

Ignoring the club members, Sheen went to the familiar alchemy classroom and sat in his own tall chair.

Unbeknownst to him, Helena was perched on a treetop not far from the window.

When she saw Sheen carefully studying each material and slowly inscribing it with intricate magical runes, she nodded gently.
When she saw senior wizards trying to take shortcuts, experimenting haphazardly with materials, and hastily coupling alchemical components, a barely perceptible look of disdain appeared in her gray eyes.

She left. She drifted past the prize display area in the corridor, as if she could see generations of Ravenclaw students striving for wisdom, grades, and honor.

At that time, she always paid special attention to those intelligent but anxious, or gifted but withdrawn students, quietly watching them learn magic and leave the castle.

She drifted past the castle where she had lived for a thousand years, the prison where she had imprisoned herself for a thousand years.

Suddenly, he looked at the little wizard again.

At this moment, Sheen had finished class and was talking to Professor Terra about something.

"I modified part of the two-way mirror, Professor."

Sheen said.

“Very good. I remember you’ve been trying to replace some materials. What cheap materials did you find?”

Professor Terra took the two-way mirror and said with great interest.

"The materials I use are still expensive."

Sheen's eyes dimmed slightly.

This is indeed a difficult matter. "Oh?"

Professor Terra, on the contrary, became somewhat excited.

That's quite rare.

"I only made some modifications, adjusted some materials and changed the magic circuits."

"It's just enough to connect one two-way mirror to seven other two-way mirrors, but that's already the limit..."

Sheen took out his notebook, which was filled with principles and conjectures.

With this notebook, alchemists would certainly be able to create similar alchemical artifacts—this is the "manuscript of creation" that alchemists value most.

"Just that..."

Professor Terra took the notes, somewhat speechless.
"How much have the costs increased?"

she asked again.

"Increase?"

Sheen didn't understand.
"It only decreased by thirty percent."

"You are destined to change the world of magic!"

Professor Terra gasped softly.

She quickly flipped through the entire notebook, trying to find the most valuable materials.

The good news is that she didn't find those almost extinct materials;

The bad news is that she didn't quite understand the final ceremony at first glance.

"What about those documents?"

She asked with a hint of urgency.

"It's been optimized away."

Sheen knew what the professor was talking about; it was a tacit understanding unique to alchemists.

"optimization……"

Professor Terra was taken aback, and then she couldn't suppress the smile on her face.

The preciousness and rarity of two-way mirrors lie in the few materials that are almost extinct.

Few dare to boldly alter the method of creation, as this would disrupt the entire magical ritual.

But Sheen was unaware of the intricacies involved.

In the field of alchemy, he always followed his intuition.

What do you want to call it?

Professor Terra asked, returning the two-way mirror to Sheehan.

"I made it even smaller, and as for the name, let's call it the Magic Hand Mirror."

Sheen took out the newly optimized version.

It was only the size of a palm, and its mirror surface slowly reflected the scene on the other side, making it look quite inconspicuous.

But Sheen heard a notification from the panel:
[You have practiced making a magic hand mirror to a beginner level; proficiency +3]

[Advanced Magic Hand Mirror: Not yet unlocked (3/30)]

Sheen paused, taking a breath.

It's actually a high-level alchemical creation!

It seems that all the alchemical creations he made to advance to the Master level have been discovered.

So, from now on, all he has to do is wait and see.

How many noodles did you make in total?

Professor Terra suddenly asked.

"There are two portions in total, each with seven sides."

Sheen recalls.

"I understand."

Professor Terra nodded in satisfaction.

This way, the possibility of widespread dissemination is eliminated, and she can have more time... to maximize the value of her alchemical creations.

"Oh, Professor, this is for you."

Sheen took out one.

Professor Terra accepted it, even more satisfied.

　There will be an extra chapter today, and three chapters tomorrow.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)