Hogwarts Study Panel

Chapter 488, Section 486: Book Lovers

What are your names?

The ticket seller suddenly stopped talking and asked.

Just as Sheen was about to answer, Harry suddenly shook his head at him.

Harry had a million ideas running through his head right now.

Regardless, they just used powerful magic, which means they're almost certainly going to be expelled from Hogwarts.

The only strange thing is that, despite their serious violation of the Act on Reasonable Restraint of Underage Wizards, the Ministry of Magic representatives didn't rush over to arrest them.
Is Sheen's "Grandpa's Wand" really that useful?

Just by changing their wand, will the Ministry of Magic allow them to cast spells on Muggles?

Harry had a vague feeling that this wasn't the case.

He didn't dare gamble on whether the Ministry of Magic would come back, so he figured that going into hiding now couldn't be a bad idea.

“My name is Neville, Neville Longbottom.”

Harry said, and then winked hard at Sheen.

“Okay, my name is Justin now, Justin Finley.”

Sheehan guessed Harry's thoughts in a mere second.

He didn't explain, because Fudge, the Minister of Magic, would explain it for him in a little while.

"What do you mean—you're calling me that now?"

Ticket seller Stan persisted in asking.

"I just changed my name, don't you understand?"

Harry answered without hesitation and quickly got into the car.

Upon closer inspection, he discovered that Stan Sampark wasn't much older than him, at most eighteen or nineteen years old, with a pair of large, protruding ears and a few pimples on his face.

"So—so this bus,"

Harry quickly continued, hoping to distract Stan.

"You just said it can go anywhere?"

"That's right,"

Stan said proudly,

"You can go wherever you want, as long as it's on land. But not underwater. By the way,"

A look of doubt returned to his face, and he said,

"You were the one who told us to stop, weren't you? Mr. Justin, you held out your magic wand, didn't you?"

"Yes, it's Justin..."

Sheen, you are Justin now.

Harry immediately nudged Sheehan, the young wizard who had just sat down and taken out his book and seemed not to have heard Stan calling him.

Seeing that Stan was becoming suspicious again, Harry quickly added:
"So, how much does it cost to go to London?"

"Eleven Sikor,"

Stan's businesslike manner
"Pay fourteen and you can get a chocolate; pay fifteen and you can get a hot water bottle and a toothbrush, and you can choose any color."

Harry rummaged through the box, pulled out the money pouch, and stuffed a few silver coins into Stan's hand.

He was just about to tell Sheen that he had paid the price together when he saw a dozen or so silver scimitars floating over.

"Thank you—this is your chocolate—"

Stan looked left and right, but didn't see anyone holding a wand.

Finally, their attention settled on the young wizard who was already quietly reading a book.

The moment he looked at Stan, the chocolate in Stan's hand floated over to him.

"Wandless spellcasting—I've never learned this before—I knew the professor had something up his sleeve!"

Starr was shouting and yelling.

"Yes, that's Sheen."

Harry seemed proud.

"Wait, you mean... his name isn't Justin?"

Stan suddenly stared at Harry. Harry felt as if he'd been doused with cold water, but Stan's attention didn't seem to be focused on the name Justin.

“Sheen, you just said Sheen, right? Mr. Sheen Green, that Mr. Green?”
Mr. Grimm, who wrote seven types of Grimm's Notebooks, including *Grimm's Notebooks: A History of Magic*, *A History of Magical Offices*, and *Grimm's Notebooks: The Standard of Spellcasting*?

"I ask you eagerly," Starr asked.

"Are there that many? Ah, I mean yes."

Harry breathed a sigh of relief and muttered to himself.

"Mr. Green! Merlin, it's such an honor to meet you!"
I didn't expect you to be so young!
"Oh, I love your *Grimms' Notebook: The Standard of Spells* the most. I learned sixteen spells from it!"

Starr exclaimed and rushed into the car. Harry watched his back, silently lifted the suitcase, and boarded the bus. Hedwig's birdcage was placed on top of the suitcase.

There were no seats in the car, but there were six or seven beds with brass frames placed by the window with the curtains drawn.

Candles were lit on the racks next to each bed, illuminating the walls of the wooden wagon.

A small wizard wearing a nightcap muttered near the back of the car:

"Thank you, but not now. I'm pickling some slugs."

I turned over in my sleep.

Harry didn't know where to sit, so he walked over to Ster, who was talking excitedly, and Sheehan, who was listening with interest.

"You've standardized the gestures and pronunciation of spells, and I mean you have no idea how many strange pronunciations we have."

Your notes did a comparative experiment with these strange pronunciations and gestures, right!

Is this what you were talking about in the book, the controlled experiment?

Starr kept talking.

"disturb--"

Harry wanted to sit down.

"Don't bother me, you sleep in this bed."

Stan quickly made arrangements for Harry.

Harry could only sigh and obediently walk towards his bed.

"Ah, it was a comparative experiment. I remember you even distinguished the progress of the spell."

To be honest, I've learned ten [Master] level spells!
This is something I've never experienced at Hogwarts...

You simply cannot imagine that a dull wizard who could only work as a ticket seller right after graduation could achieve such success in just six months—

That's why I made up my mind to apply for a waiter position at Grimm's Bookstore—I heard that your shopkeeper, the wizard, is an excellent person..."

As Stah spoke, his eyes welled up with tears.

"I really don't know how to thank you... No one has ever taught me these things. I thought the magical world only cared about talented wizards."

His words left Sheen somewhat taken aback and at a loss for words:
"Do you remember the cover quote of 'Grimms' Notebook: The Spell Standard'?"

Sheen said.

"How could I forget? — This book is dedicated to everyone who has a heart full of magic, and the door to magic is open to every wizard who believes in it."

"I'm sobbing," Starr said.

"With a wizard like you reading that notebook, I think it has found its home."

Sheen said.

Sta's eyes welled up with tears.

"Oh, Sheehan is always like this."

Harry looked at them and pushed the box under the bed behind the driver, who was sitting in an armchair in front of the steering wheel.

“Hello, kid. I’m the driver, Ern Pran.”

Ern Pran nodded to Harry.

He was an elderly wizard, wearing thick glasses.

"Let's drive, Ern."

The voice came from Sheen's end. Stan, who was covering his face, said this as he sat down in the armchair next to Ern.

Another deafening bang, and then Harry found himself lying on his back on the bed.

(End of this chapter)