Hogwarts Study Panel

Chapter 459-457: Phoenix Rebirth

On the third day of the Easter holiday, everyone was happily talking about their haul in Hogsmeade.

"Hey, did you guys get into that shop? There were so many people there, I almost couldn't squeeze in."

"Of course, it would be even better if I had that many Galleons. Thirty-seven Galleons, I swear to Merlin, I don't even think it's expensive!"

"I've already written home and told them. I think I'll receive that magical object soon..."

Three senior wizards walked past Sheen, their conversation so loud that everyone around could hear them clearly.

But it didn't attract any attention, because almost everyone was talking about it.

At the Gryffindor table, the Gryffindors, who used to love collecting Chocolate Frog cards, were no longer discussing their day's finds.
The Ravenclaw table, and even wizards who like to sit in Grimm's Bookshop can't help but think of those magical mirrors;
At the Hufflepuff table, the little badgers suddenly found the candies from the Honeydukes' mansion not so sweet anymore.

If someone were willing to give them a magic mirror, they would trade it for a roast chicken they found while starving late at night.

Only at the Slytherin table was a small group of people gathered around, from which shouts and yells could be heard from time to time.

“Young Master Malfoy, these are…”

"A short Slytherin said curiously."

Malfoy's face was held high in the crowd.

"Very good, isn't it?"

Malfoy said in a friendly tone,
"However, perhaps some people can manage to get some gold to buy some magic hand mirrors."

For example, the Weasley family could sell those broken mirrors; I think some museums would be willing to pay for them.

A group of Slytherins burst into loud laughter.

"Hey!"

Ron, who was being ridiculed, immediately stood up.

Harry was to his left, and suddenly some content from the book popped into his head.

The Auror Handbook given to him by Sheen states that Aurors are always in a state of emergency during missions, and in such situations, they have the right to deal with any unwarranted provocations or obstructions immediately.

It's strange...

Harry thought about it, but he liked the feeling.

No one had ever told him what was right or wrong before; he had to figure it out on his own.

Now, he can hold himself to the standards of an Auror.

If possible, he would become an Auror.

Thinking about this, Harry's breathing became a little rapid.

“Harry…”

Ron shook his arm, his eyes glancing at the books on Harry's desk more than once.

It's strange that Harry started reading for no apparent reason after that Quidditch match.

The mockery at the Slytherin table continued:
"If you ask me, Weasley should be..."

Malfoy, who had been talking at length, suddenly stopped.

A black-haired wizard carrying a book is passing by.

Sheen glanced at the Slytherin table, then fixed his gaze on the stained-glass window, just as dawn was breaking.

He ignored the Slytherins who had suddenly fallen silent and headed towards the spiral staircase.

"Young Master Malfoy..."

A faint voice was speaking.

Malfoy glared at the wizard who had spoken, and only resumed the previous topic after the black-haired wizard had left.

Ron clearly had no intention of letting him continue speaking and walked straight towards them.

Harry followed behind him, and behind Harry, the Weasley twins suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

"Take this safe—"

Fred exclaimed and took out a mirror-like object from his bag. It had a soft horn and was pure white.

“My dear little Ronnie.”

George then grabbed Ron’s head with his fist.

Ron was still confused when he saw Fred and George place a mirror in his hand.

"The museum gave us some compensation."

Fred winked at the Slytherins, especially Marcus, the Quidditch team captain. "A very generous reward... Okay, we still need to send Ginny one, the Mirror of Seven—"

Oh, and Harry, this is for you. Don't forget to give another copy to the great Mr. Green.

George then shoved two more into Harry's hand, and the twins were gone in a flash.

"Why is it the unicorn version?!"

Ron yelled.

"Hey! That's beautiful!"

Parvati Petil of Gryffindor countered.

"I know... but... but... this isn't for boys!"

Ron's face turned as red as a charred snake.

"This is the Golden Snitch version featured in Wizarding Weekly."

Harry held the Magic Hand Mirror in the air with great interest, and it followed behind him with its two transparent wings fluttering.

"This is not fair—"

Ron was immediately indignant.

She no longer had the heart to observe the young Malfoy, whose face flushed red and then turned pale.

At the same time, the mirror in Sheen's hand once again rippled.

These past two days, the little wizards' enthusiasm for making calls has grown stronger day by day, and the magic hand mirror has been on most of the time, which Sheen has gotten used to.

He used to be happy to listen, but now...

"Dong dong dong."

There was a knock on the principal's office door.

"Unusual guests, but I always welcome them."

Dumbledore's voice was as wise and kind as ever.

"Headmaster Dumbledore."

When Sheen walked in, he could see Dumbledore signing a large pile of documents with a quill pen.

Principal Dumbledore's phoenix, Fawkes, perched on a golden perch by the door. It was as big as a swan, with dazzling crimson and gold feathers.

It wiggled its long tail feathers and winked at Sheen.

"Sit down,"

Dumbledore put down his quill with a relieved expression, and looked at Sheehan with a smile.

"My ears tell me that sometimes they're too eager to hear young minds come up with ideas..."

What are your thoughts on that stone, or on our future? Any thoughts?

“The Resurrection Stone is cursed by Voldemort,” Sheehan said. “It requires a magical being to wear it for the curse to take effect; otherwise, the Resurrection Stone is unusable.”

"Oh, I knew it would be like this."

Dumbledore still squinted.

"I think……"

Sheen glanced furtively at Fox, who unceremoniously placed his claws on Fox's shoulder.

“Of course it’s feasible, and I’m very happy about it,”

Dumbledore smiled kindly.

"I'm glad you didn't come up with any other ideas..."

Nirvana Day is not far off, and dear Mr. Fox would be happy to do us a favor.

Dumbledore patted the phoenix's head, while Fawkes affectionately pecked Dumbledore's wrist.

Sheen, however, was certain in his heart.

He knew that Mr. Fox could even swallow the Killing Curse, which was one of the most powerful curses.

Therefore, he had always wondered if Mr. Fox could also swallow this curse.

It now appears that his guess was correct.

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(End of this chapter)