Hogwarts Study Panel

Chapter 59: The Owl's Letter
Sheen understands the necessity of this.

In the arena, flying broomsticks are also known as the wizard's comrades.

An old, outdated broom—for a first-year novice who has just learned to fly...

It is undoubtedly a huge hindrance and could even be dangerous.

The fact that flying brooms are artificially made limits their potential.

Expensive brooms, such as the Nimbus 2000, not only have a unique braking system.

They also paid expensive patent fees for the braking spell, which allows for rapid start and stop.

The complex and sophisticated alchemical process inside also allows it to rotate 360 ​​degrees.

As for the broomstick that Sheen was riding, if he dared to force his way through,
The broom will undoubtedly disintegrate in mid-air, as can be seen in the instruction manual issued by Comet Trading Company.

As you can see, this is a broom used for teaching. For thirty Galleons, what more could you want it to do?

Sheehan believed that the company's leaders, Randolph Cage and Basil Houghton, had a point.

Perhaps in the eyes of most other junior wizards, this wouldn't even be considered a problem.
After all, the price of the Nimbus 1500 isn't high, and the Quidditch boutique in Diagon Alley also supports delivery to Hogwarts.

Most parents of young wizards would be happy to do this with just a letter.

But for Sheen... it would be a miracle if anyone could send him a letter.

This also means that Sheen's plan to fly into Ravenclaw Tower will have to be put on hold until he can leave the school.

At midday, the Quidditch pitch was bathed in an almost luxurious sunlight, the sky a clear, unblemished blue, with wisps of thin clouds resembling casually smeared white paint.

Sheen hesitated before asking his last question before leaving:
“Mrs. Hooch, if you can’t leave the school, then…”

“Oh, Mr. Green, I don’t think this is a problem for you,”

Mrs. Hodge handed a towel to Sheehan and wiped away the water droplets dripping from the roof.
“Train hard, Mr. Green, and that’s the last thing you need to worry about.”

After saying that, she picked up the broom and strode away.

Sheen was left standing there, bewildered.

corridor.

A knight in a portrait is chugging strong liquor, the powerful alcohol making his cheeks flushed.

He was carrying an overly long sword, and his knees were covered in grass marks from falling.

He seemed to have drunk too much; he was still shouting:

"The headmasters of Hogwarts... Oh, Violet, you should know..."

Phineas Nigellus Black is an evil, stupid idiot!

Armando Dippet is a mediocre man who can't judge people!
Dumbledore is quite good, but my knightly faith prevents me from lying—he's a…

These sudden, dangerous words greatly shocked Sheen.
Is Sir Cadogan really that brave when he's drunk?

It wasn't just him; wizards all seemed to possess a strange, reckless temperament.

“Sir, if you finish speaking, I think only one of you and the sun can appear tomorrow.”

He kindly reminded me.

"Oh, little Green..."

Upon hearing this reminder, Sir Cadogan seemed to sober up; his face was still flushed, but his voice was much softer.
"I mean, Dumbledore is a headmaster who can satisfy all wizards at the same time."

"Sir Cadogan, is that really the case?"

Mrs. Violet, dressed in a white underskirt, blinked, clearly not quite believing it.

Ignoring the noisy portraits,

Sheen silently moved the painting of the drunken monk that he had hung there the day before yesterday.

The knight gave him much advice on flying, and it was out of gratitude that his life, spanning over a dozen centuries, came to an end.

It looks like the ending of some lame joke.

...The castle became more and more familiar to him each day, and Sheen could even walk into the hall with his eyes closed.

Even before entering the auditorium, one could smell the sweet and enticing aroma of roasted pumpkin wafting through the corridor.

Today's main dishes are pork chops and Hungarian beef stew, with many flavors of pudding added on top. Sheen doesn't need to guess who improved the recipe.

Just then, the email arrived.

A hundred or so owls suddenly flew into the hall, startling some of the young wizards.

The owls flew around the dining table until they found their owners and dropped letters or packages on their laps.

These letters, in turn, aroused the curiosity of the young wizards.

Although Sheen wouldn't receive the letter, he didn't mind providing some food for the weary messenger.

The young wizard, busy reading letters, often overlooked them.

Several owls landed next to Sheen, who silently cut a small piece of toast and watched these spiritual animals eat.

After a while, these pure white owls will fly back to the owl house and go to sleep with the other owls on campus.

And this scene,
The tall witch on the professor's seat had a clear view of everything.

“Animals always find the kind children; sometimes they make better choices than wizards, don’t they, Minerva?”

The wizard in the main seat had long, white hair and beard, and his eyes behind his semi-circular glasses revealed a deep kindness and humor.

He seemed to be talking about owls, but it also seemed to be more than that.

The older catgirl remained silent, watching as the young wizards received their letters and excitedly shared their joy with their companions.

Even a box of candy would be snatched up by the little wizards.

Like Seamus.

He probably would have cried if his friends hadn't left him a few.

The little wizard surrounded by owls simply watched the scene quietly, oblivious to the surrounding noise.

After leaving the auditorium

Sheen is about to face a new spell—the Summoning Spell, also known as the Summoning Spell.

It is one of the oldest spells in wizarding society, and wizards have been using this spell for centuries.

Therefore, its explanation is convoluted and complicated, seemingly a fusion of the understandings of a bunch of spell masters.

These interpretations did not make it more accurate; instead, they made it longer and more complex, making one feel lost in the explanations.

Just like the convoluted conversation Hermione made in the classroom.

Sheen, on the other hand, excels at finding the precise parts in these descriptions, which, at least for him, is much more efficient.

In the classroom, Sheen deliberately took out a quill pen from his bag and practiced with it.
However... he didn't seem to see it clearly...

"Concentrate and remember the properties of the items..."

Accio—Quill! (A quill flies in!)

The quill pen trembled slightly, but then did not react further.

"When performing that pulling motion, the wizard's palm should be facing upwards..."

A voice broke Sheen's thoughts.

Hermione pushed open the door and walked in, carrying a large stack of books.
"Accio—Quill!"

She waved her wand, but the quill remained motionless.

So now there are two people pondering this.

They were flipping through different books when Justin pushed the door open and walked in:

"Oh, Sheehan, Hermione... are you practicing with quill lollipops?"

(End of this chapter)