Hogwarts Study Panel.

Chapter 375, Section 373: Ravenclaw House

In the auditorium, magical snowflakes are falling on the Christmas tree.

Below the dome, where a few cotton-like white clouds float, colorful ribbons hang high.

Sheen walked past the fireplace in the Great Hall and headed toward the eighth floor, where the Room of Requirement was located.

Discussions continued incessantly at the long tables of the four colleges.

Justin was quietly reading the American Magic Weekly, while Harry and Ron beside him were sighing.

They were also holding a newspaper, but it was the Daily Prophet, published in London, England.

It says:

Arthur Weasley, head of the Ministry of Magic's Office of Investigations into the Misuse of Muggle Items, was fined fifty Galleons today for casting a spell on a Muggle car.

The enchanted car was discovered earlier this year as it flew away from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and Mr. Lucius Malfoy, a board member of the school, recently demanded that Mr. Weasley resign.

"Weasley has damaged the Ministry of Magic's reputation."

Malfoy told our reporter, "He is clearly unfit to make laws for us, and his ridiculous Muggle Protection Act should be repealed immediately."

Mr. Weasley declined to comment, but his wife told the reporters to leave or she would unleash her family's ghouls to bite them.

"Of course, ghouls would do that."

Ron forced a smile and said.

I'm sorry.

Harry felt like something was stuck in his throat, making his voice hoarse.

On the side of the Great Hall, in a relatively quiet spot, Sheen paused for a few seconds as he saw Malfoy walk toward Harry and the others.

Walking side by side, they would just block Sheen's way.

"Arthur Weasley loves Muggles so much, we should break his wand in two and let him join the Muggle ranks."

Malfoy said disdainfully to Pansy beside him, "Look at the Weasleys' behavior, you really can't tell they're pure-blood wizards."

Of course, my dad always said that having Dumbledore as headmaster was the worst thing that had ever happened to the school.

He likes Muggles. A decent headmaster would never let a fool like Crevy into the school.

Malfoy pretended to take pictures with a camera, maliciously and realistically mimicking Colin: "Potter, may I take your picture? Potter, may I get your autograph? May I lick your shoes? Please, Potter."

He lowered his hands and looked at Harry and Ron with feigned surprise.

Harry and Ron immediately stood up.

Justin frowned, slowly put down "American Magic Weekly," and then peeked out from between Harry and Ron.

Neville clung tightly to him, his wand at his waist already itching to be used.

With Hermione trembling with anger, the young wizards here were no less imposing than Malfoy and his group.

"Heh heh"

Malfoy feigned composure. He had only noticed Harry and hadn't actually seen that the other side had a full complement of people. "Saint Potter, he wouldn't understand that some people are simply foolish, while others are born into nobility and destined for greatness."

After saying that, he left with his men.

"He's like a mosquito! Immature and stupid!"

Hermione said angrily.

"If we beat him up, guess what he'd say—'I'm going to tell my dad—he'll definitely expel you all from school.'"

""

Ron mimicked in a funny way, "But I dare say, Hogwarts could expel a hundred Malfoys but not us—because we have Sheen!"

'

Ron's sudden shout puzzled everyone.

"Ron, is it really necessary to shout like that?!"

Harry whispered.

Hermione and Justin had already keenly looked behind them.

There, however, seemed to be nothing at all.

Ron rubbed his eyes hard, wondering if he was hallucinating.

On the eighth floor, opposite the tapestry of the giant stick beating up Banaba.

Sheen's figure slowly appeared at the end of the corridor. With a tap of his wand, it seemed as if an invisibility cloak was removed from his body.

He looked at the wall, where Barnabas was still trying to teach the troll to dance, and the troll was dancing on him with a stick.

After a while, a giant monster riddled with worms stopped beating the ballet teacher and turned to stare at him.

It was mumbling something unintelligible.

By this time, Sheen had already walked past the wall for the second time. Just as he was about to walk past it for the third time, the tapestry of the troll beating Barnabas was suddenly covered, and an oil painting of an owl appeared in front of the tapestry.

"Mr. Owl".

Sheen stared at it.

"Clever little wizard, clever little wizard."

Mr. Owl gripped the parchment firmly in his claws, and his gold-rimmed glasses were about to fall off again.

"Why cast a confusion spell?"

Sheen silently erased his memories and built a strong enough defense.

If the owl portrait were to take any further action, Sheen's Polymorph would be much faster than the Confusion Charm.

However, Sheehan guessed it wouldn't go that far, since the owl portrait used a Confusion Charm, not Legilimency. His memories hadn't been invaded; he'd simply forgotten the Ravenclaw crown.

That's why Sheen didn't notice it all along.

"That annoying Occupation Valhalla procedure is so annoying! So annoying!"

The owl portrait muttered a string of annoying things before staring dejectedly at Sheen.

"Mr. Owl?"

Sheen tilted his head slightly.

"A wrong house, a house utterly devoid of wisdom, a house piled high with clutter—merely a place for house-elves to rest—how could a wizard go there!"

Mr. Owl chattered, puffing out his chest covered in white feathers. "Little wizard, clever little wizard, the Ravenclaw chosen by Gryffindor over the centuries. When you discover the secret of Ravenclaw Cottage, you will truly witness Ravenclaw wisdom. An eagle soaring in the sky, unburdened by any complicated matters."

From Mr. Owl's words, Sheen sorted out all his thoughts.

Therefore, the Room of Requirement is merely a transitional product of Ravenclaw's creations, while the Hope House may be the final form of the Room of Requirement.

After all, the House of Requirement cannot identify wizards, but the House of Hope can;

The House of Requirement cannot connect to the Floop Powder network, but the Hope House can —

And have they really been guarding a gold mine without realizing it?

"Of course, you have the right to name your Hope Cottage, but wisdom will only belong to you when you truly understand knowledge."

A clever little wizard, a clever Ravenclaw, or a mediocre life—that's one option;

Human emotions that arise at any time are a choice;

But true wizards chose a much more arduous path.

"Mr. Owl said, shaking his wings."