Hogwarts Study Panel

Chapter 41: The New Cursed Title

"Slytherin, rumored to have come from the mudflats of eastern Ireland, though this has never been fully confirmed."

Now, if you think about it carefully, you'll be able to figure out who Lady Ravenclaw belongs to.

Sheen paused and waited for a while.

"England, Wales, Ireland..."

Compared to Justin, who was deep in thought, Hermione's eyes grew brighter and brighter as she spoke.
It's Scotland!
The four founders of Hogwarts came from four different parts of the British Isles:
Scotland, Wales, England, and Ireland!

"Yes."

Sheen gave his approval.
"Do you remember? The Sorting Hat Song - Fair Ravenclaw, from Glen (Quiet Ravenclaw, from the beautiful lakeside)."

Sheen read that sentence aloud,
"Here, 'glen' is defined as 'the name for Scotland in the highlands and valleys.'"

"Sheen, you must be a walking storybook!"

Justin let out a soft exclamation, and Hermione nodded, raising her chin.

Sheen hummed in agreement, picked up his wand, and walked to the back of the classroom.

There were some books scattered on the ground, their pages yellowed and brittle.

“S—cour—g—ify——”

Sheen waved his wand, drawing a smooth S-shape, and the last few dusty books were cleaned and renewed.

[You practiced the Cleansing Charm to a beginner level, proficiency +3]

[Beginner Cleansing Charm Unlocked]

[A new Spell Realm title has been unlocked, please check it out.]

Sheen didn't rush to examine it; instead, he picked up the book and put it back on the shelf.

He then scanned the classroom—

The desks and chairs, which had been covered in cobwebs, were clean again.

They were arranged neatly by Justin and Hermione;

Although the huge bookshelf was still crooked, all the books had been returned and thoroughly cleaned by Sheen, inside and out.

In another corner were piles of strangely shaped instruments.
They were also piled up and categorized by the three people.

Overall, this place really feels like a classroom in use now, rather than an ancient relic from hundreds of years ago.

So Sheen opened the panel:
[Title: Introduction to Spells]

[Slightly increases awareness of spells, significantly enhances spell talent]

Significantly?
Sheen continued reading with anticipation.

[Wizard Sheen, Spellcasting Talent: Blue (Blessed by the Spellcasting Novice title; original talent was White) Note: Normal wizards have Green]

I... I guess I can barely be considered a half-baked spell genius now, right?

Sheen thought.

The role of talent is significant.
The difference between white and blue talents is like the difference between a regular snake and a basilisk.
Sheehan had wanted to learn the four spells from the Defense Against the Dark Arts class for a long time.

However, the results were minimal, and it was not described in "Standard Spells: Beginner".

However, the situation remains unclear in "Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Defense".

It seems that guidance from a professor is needed.

But it's better to expect Professor Snape to open the cellar doors to him than to rely on Professor Quirrell.

So Sheen tried to teach himself.

Unexpectedly, in such a short time,

He followed some kind of mysterious intuition and unlocked the red and green sparks.

Just ten times,

Only ten times.

This even made one of the young wizards somewhat suspicious.
Could it be considered a flaw in the magical world that I once possessed such exceptional talent?

Let's talk about these two spells—Red Spark and Green Spark. They seem like basic spells, but in actual combat they have two uses:
First, it was used as a signal for emergency help. Sheen remembered using it in the third match of the Triwizard Tournament.

Secondly, it can be used as a low-level offensive spell in combat:

When Harry was in his first year, Ron said:
Having only attended classes for a few days, Harry and Malfoy could at best only exchange sparks with their wands.

The sparks mentioned here refer to red and green sparks.

As Sheen walked out of the classroom, he could occasionally hear Mrs. Lorris calling out in the corridor.

as well as--

"Sir Cadogan, a bet's a bet. You must fetch me a bottle of fine spirits from the Drunken Monk Portrait painting—"

Sure enough, a woman's voice came from the wall beside him. Sheen looked up.
I saw a portrait of a plump witch in a long white dress, smiling and speaking to the portrait beside her.

The portrait depicted a short, stout knight carrying an overly long sword, his knees bruised and swollen with grass.

He let out a long sigh:

"Merlin's beard—my dear Green, how can you not even care about Quidditch?"

He spent all his time hiding in the library.

You're getting home so late!

See? Now I'm one bottle less of the wine in my quota!

Sheehan could tell at a glance that Sir Cadogan and Lady Violet had made another bet.
This situation is particularly common.

Given that they would be hanging on the wall doing nothing until eternity, the portraits would naturally find amusement in their surroundings—

For example, making bets on Hogwarts students behind their backs.

Just like when wizards are bored, they might guess which raindrop falls faster on the window.

These portraits are also secretly used in competitions among students.
Commonly, the goal is to see which one can reach the destination first by navigating the moving staircases.

(Of course, there will be neutral portraits following along to make a judgment).

Sheehan did not respond to Sir Cadogan, otherwise the knight would have followed him incessantly all the way to the common room.

The fact that I revealed my name to him last time was enough to annoy Sheen.
He can actually come up with five or six jokes based on just one name:

Sheehan Green decided to become a painter, but he failed because he had only ever seen one color. Do you know why?

Because he only—

Seen Green! Hahahaha—

Sean Green said this wasn't funny at all.
So he casually moved the portrait of the drunken monks to a more secluded location.

……

The night passed quickly.

Hogwarts is about to start a new week.
The first Monday was the only day that caused Sheen to experience significant emotional fluctuations.

It was probably the most nerve-wracking day for all new Ravenclaw students.

Because this morning, they were going to have their second potions class.

Sheen had already practiced the ritual three times last night and repeatedly reviewed his notes on scabies medication.
In fact, for today's brewing...
He had even finished his Potions class paper just yesterday.
The goal was to achieve an excellent understanding of potions.

In the silence,

The cellar door slammed open.

Professor Snape's wide black robes billowed, making his sallow face appear even more somber.
Although his movements were elegant enough, the young wizards still felt the powerful aura that pressed down on them.

"—The alliance between Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff, ah—"

His voice was deep and powerful.

"A week has passed, and I've noticed that some people are still stubbornly maintaining—an astonishing deficit in intelligence and operational ability—"

Before he finished speaking, the young wizards below were already trembling, some even turning pale.

(End of this chapter)