Hogwarts Study Panel.

Chapter 265: Half-covered

Fairy Tale Shop has closed down. This magical shop had opening hours and a purchasing system completely different from any other store.

Its business hours are like a bird perched on the eaves, disappearing in a flash.

Surprisingly, every wizard who left the store wore a joyful smile. The invitation system and purchase limits restricted the number of customers from buying much; however, this also meant that every customer could purchase the desired collection.

When he came out with Professor McGonagall, Sheehan habitually glanced around and saw a whole patch of fiery red hair.

It was the Weasleys, along with Ron and others not far away.

Mrs. Weasley's excitement hadn't faded yet. The Ministry of Magic had a long-standing need for this shop's products, but after the first purchase, not many officials in the Department of Magic had received invitations.

Therefore, Mr. Weasley, who received an invitation, became one of the few, and the Executive was happy to pay some Galleons to "cooperate" with Mr. Weasley.

However, Mr. Weasley clearly didn't understand; he just thought the Ministry of Magic was unusually generous, giving out so many Galleons.

"I've never seen such a magical product, transforming into a fire dragon? If Charlie knew, he'd probably save up for ages for it."

Mrs. Weasley, carrying a bag full of one hundred gallons, continued in a hopeful tone,

"I wish you could be assigned tasks like this every time, honey. Now we can go buy Ginny two outfits she likes."

"We need to grab a drink to celebrate before we meet up with the kids, Molly."

Mr. Weasley was overjoyed, and the two headed toward the Leaky Cauldron.

Sheen glanced at it quietly, then turned his attention back to the book in his hands.

"Soul Metamorphosis." This is a summary that Professor Terra has just hastily compiled, containing content that Sheen is familiar with but has never explored in depth.

such as:

In the profound history of magic, the soul can be divided. However, astral projection and the splitting of the body are both considered acts of the devil.

According to Scandinavian beliefs, people can divide their souls into several parts, but this requires an act related to the devil—killing.

This further confirms the theory of the Roman Catholic Church—that those who split themselves into spiritual, spiritual, or physical forms are servants of Satan.

They thought they were seeking immortality, but in reality they had only become slaves to death.

It looked like another version of "The Secrets of Advanced Black Magic". Sheen was inexplicably curious. Could it be that the wizard Vagado's research on soul transformation had resulted in another "The Secrets of Advanced Black Magic"?

Then I really need to give myself a good talking-to.

At noon, Sheehan went to the Playhouse to restock some goods, while Professor McGonagall went to the Outerwear store, which seemed to be the professor's favorite shop in Diagon Alley.

On the way to the magic shop, "Soul Metamorphosis" silently floated in front of Sheen, and Sheen comprehended its profound meaning word by word.

Strangely enough, despite the fact that the content was always complicated and obscure, Sheen was always able to understand it very quickly.

Diagon Alley was filled with sunlight, and wizards strolled along its winding cobblestone streets. Gold, silver, and bronze coins jingled merrily in their pockets, loudly demanding to be spent.

"My dad works in a really boring department, an office that forbids the misuse of Muggle items."

It was Ron speaking from not far away; he was with Justin, and they were walking towards Sheehan.

"What does this mean?"

Justin asked.

"It means that magic cannot be used on things made by Muggles, in case they happen to return to Muggle shops or homes."

Just like last year, an old witch died, and her tea set was sold to an antique shop. A female Muggle bought the set and took it home to invite her friends for tea—it was a nightmare—her father worked overtime for weeks on end.

"What happened?"

"The teapot suddenly went berserk, spraying scalding tea everywhere. A man ended up in the hospital, his nose clamped by sugar cube tongs. Dad was incredibly busy; there was only him and an old wizard named Perkins in his office. They had to use forgetting spells and various other methods to cover it up..."

These things intrigued Justin, who had little contact with the magic department, and he praised them:

"That sounds very interesting. Ron, your father works in a great department. I'm sure many people have benefited from his help; it's a job to be proud of."

His words startled Ron. He was somewhat at a loss for words.

"Ah, ah, maybe so. I've never thought of it that way before..."

He muttered to himself until he saw Sheen.

"Sheen—I've finally found you."

Ron shouted.

"Is it about Harry?"

The brooch is speaking.

How did you know?

Ron found it strange.

"It was easy to guess this."

Brooch back.

Why can't you speak lately?

Justin suddenly whispered a comment.

"I am undergoing Animagus transformation."

"oh!"

"Is that so!"

Ron and Justin both realized at the same time.

Then the two seemed to have discovered some incredible secret.

……

They were waiting at the Leaky Cauldron to meet Hermione and the others—they had gone off to look for them elsewhere. While waiting, they overheard Mr. and Mrs. Weasley loudly praising someone:

"Of course, yes, dear Molly, I owe a great deal to that boy Green, and of course, to you too..."

"The invitation, from which shop?"

Justin seemed to be deep in thought.

"Oh, yes, yes—"

Ron seemed even more nervous than Sheen. He had promised Sheen not to tell anyone. What if Justin asked about it later?

"That shop called Fairy Tale Workshop is the alchemy workshop under the name of the alchemist who was highly praised in the Daily Prophet's 'Ten Years of Important Influence' article. At the same time, this alchemist was also included in the Chocolate Frog cards..."

In that case, the only wizard I can think of is you, Sheen?

Justin suddenly spoke up.

"No, no—"

Ron replied as if he were acting on impulse.

"Um."

"Um?!"

Ron was dumbfounded.

He was racking his brains to figure out how to get through this, but why did the person he was trying to keep in the dark surrender first?

"I knew it..."

Justin smiled broadly.

"Oh, Sheen, alright, since you agree..."

Ron was muttering to himself.

"My mother said."

Justin's words quieted Ron down, and he listened with a hint of curiosity.

"No matter how chaotic the world is, there will always be someone carrying flowers around."

Even if there are many liars who betray people's hearts, there will always be people who live with sincerity.

Justin said.

He knew that the door he had been knocking on for so long had actually been half-open.

The quilt demon made the deer sleepy, and there will be three more chapters updated tonight. Readers can get up and read them tomorrow morning.

Of course, besides that, there will be two more chapters updated tomorrow morning as usual.

(End of this chapter)