Hogwarts Study Panel.

Chapter 570, Chapter 568: His Time Management is a Bit Chaotic (4k)

After Sheehan demonstrated the Silent Charm, Professor Snape had the wizards work in pairs.

One practices silent little curses, the other releases counter-curses.

However, he clearly overlooked the fact that the young wizards were only in their third year.

As one can imagine, in order to achieve Professor Snape's goal, a great deal of work followed.

Many students were chanting incantations quietly, just not making their voices out loud.

To Sheen's slight surprise, Hermione successfully defeated Sheen's leg-weakening curse without saying a word ten minutes into the lesson.

"You did it, Hermione."

Sheen said, putting away his wand.

Is that considered fast?

Hermione asked hastily.

"Very fast, it has to be expert-level."

Sheen said with a smile.

Even by the strictest standards, Hermione's talent in spells is at least at the Master level.

Hermione's progress in learning spells was already quite fast, and after receiving some unknown encouragement, she and Justin were almost far ahead of the other young wizards.

The most obvious example is that they ranked second and third in the Duel Club.

Even Harry, who has the power to "take your life," couldn't really beat them.

After all, curses can be avoided.

"Silent spells aren't too difficult —"

Hermione cheered a little. "But wandless spellcasting—how is that possible, Sheen?"

"Perhaps you can refer to the third notebook from September in the Spell Notes category on the bookshelf."

Sheen thought for a moment and then said.

Those were notes he wrote while organizing Ravenclaw knowledge, which also incorporated his understanding of the essence of wizarding magic, and placed at the highest level.

He thought Hermione and the others wouldn't need it before fourth grade.

But now it seems—

Hermione and the others seem to be growing at a much faster pace.

Hermione goes without saying; in her personal pamphlet, she has reached the "Master" level in most spells, and even some "Expert" levels that Sheen is unaware of.

Sheehan believed that Hermione was at least a "proficient" level when it came to potions, herbs, and even defense against the dark magic.

The students have already caught up with the graduating students.

He can be described as a small hexagonal warrior.

Justin, on the other hand, is Hermione the Small Hexagon.

Strangely enough, Justin was almost as good as Hermione in every way, but always fell short of her.

However, Justin almost caught up with Sheen in terms of stealth, gathering, and concealment magic.

It's important to know that Sheen's Disillusionment Charm had already reached the level of a master.

As for Harry and the others, Ron specializes in Transfiguration and has been planning to attend Professor McGonagall's advanced class.

He never fooled around in Transfiguration class and listened attentively, which gradually put Professor McGonagall at ease with him.

Harry and Neville were passionate about Defense Against the Dark Arts, and both harbored a vague longing for the Auror profession, spending their days glued to "A History of the Magical Profession" and "The Auror Training Plan"—the latter being Sheehan's separate work.

Neville never explicitly stated his thoughts, but Justin seemed to know, chatting and laughing with him during training every day.

Harry's sparring partner was Ron. The two complemented each other perfectly, one specializing in defense against the dark magic and the other in transfiguration.

"That's great!"

Hermione's voice brought Sheen back to reality.

He saw Hermione's fluffy hair bounce happily, and her whole being radiated a bright and cheerful aura.

As the lazy sunlight pierced through the clouds for the third time, illuminating the elmwood table in front of Sheen, Professor Snape happened to be passing by, dragging his long robes.

After seeing Hermione's silent spell and the little wizard beside Hermione.

His expression was neither pleasant nor unpleasant; he merely glanced coldly at Hermione before striding away.

A few seconds later, a cold smile appeared on his lips as he deliberately stopped to watch Harry and Ron struggling with their practice.

Ron was about to cast a curse on Harry, his face flushed red, his mouth tightly shut, afraid that he would succumb to the temptation and whisper the spell.

Harry held his wand, anxiously waiting to repel a spell that seemed unlikely to ever come.

"Terrible, Weasley."

Snape watched for a moment, then said, "Let me show you."

In the blink of an eye, he suddenly turned his wand toward Harry, who instinctively ducked his head.

Defense Against the Dark Arts class quickly came to an end amidst Harry's torment.

Most of the students felt relieved, but Hermione was still not satisfied.

"It's so unnatural not making a sound. How did you train, Sheen?"

Hermione walked briskly out of the classroom; they were going to Potions class together.

"Hmm—cast a silence spell on yourself."

Sheen suggested a clever trick.

If a wizard cannot speak, he can only speak in his mind and cast silent spells.

"Oh, how come I didn't think of that!"

Hermione's eyes sparkled.

She always enjoyed the feeling of learning, just like the little wizards around her.

"That's what Professor Flitwick taught me too."

Sheen walked down the stairs.

"This isn't fair! Professor Flitwick didn't tell me!"

Hermione immediately bristled.

"Who knows? Maybe it's because you're not Ravenclaw?"

Ron chimed in.

He also glanced furtively at Hermione.

Ever since the misunderstanding at Crookshanks was cleared up, Hermione has practically been talking down to him.

He knew he had misunderstood the large ginger cat, but he couldn't bring himself to apologize to Hermione. He had been very troubled lately, and what was worse, he had been in the magic network yesterday—

Merlin, Ron felt overwhelmed by worries.

"Don't listen to him."

Justin suddenly appeared, "Professor Flitwick probably doesn't know you're already learning the Silent Charm, Hermione. Have you told him?"

"oh----"

Hermione's ear tips quickly turned pale pink.

"What are you doing here?!"

Hermione asked hastily.

"Don't you know? Professor Slughorn is going to give a lecture to us. How long has it been since you looked at the notice board in the auditorium?"

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Justin looked at her with a puzzled expression.

Hermione blushed completely.

In fact, Sheen didn't know either.

So when the young wizards rushed into the underground staircase, Sheen hadn't yet realized that this was a rare class held by all four houses.

The underground classroom was filled with steam and various strange smells.

Sheen walked past the bubbling crucibles, watching Professor Slughorn with great interest.

After it was confirmed that Voldemort would not choose Nagini as a Horcrux, the conversation between Professor Slughorn and Voldemort became even more important.

More intelligence might not increase their chances of successfully confronting Voldemort, but it might save some innocent lives.

Sheehan thought of the old man who broke into Riddle Hall, and Bertha Jorkins who had been murdered.

He can still save some people.

That photograph, the group photo in the Great Hall of Hogwarts, reappeared in Sheehan's hands.

This time, there were a strangely large number of people above.

Sheen once thought his abilities were limited, so he only encompassed the Great Hall of Hogwarts, but now—

Students from various colleges automatically gathered at different long tables, waiting for class to begin.

Sheen and the other wizards from different colleges, who were sitting together, stood out even more.

But nobody cared.

The wizards were all drawn in by the enticing aroma emanating from the crucible.

They had never smelled such an enticing aroma: it reminded them of honey pies, the wood of flying broomsticks, and a floral scent they were sure to smell at home.

Most of the young wizards were surprised to find themselves slowly and deeply inhaling, the smell of the potion filling their bodies like alcohol, and a great sense of satisfaction slowly washing over them.

"Okay, okay, okay,"

Slughorn said.

Looking through the steaming vapors, his large frame appeared somewhat ethereal.

"Class, please take out your balance scales, your materials, and don't forget your textbooks—"

Sparse sounds immediately filled the classroom.

Slughorn returned to the front of the classroom, puffing out his already bulging chest, the buttons on his vest threatening to pop off. "Dear Mr. Green, why are you in the students' seats?" Sheen was taken aback; he had forgotten about it.

Voldemort had taken over most of his mind, and he seemed to have overused the Time-Turner recently.

He quickly walked up to the podium, and soft chuckles filled the classroom.

"How rare—the utterly clueless Sheen—"

Ron asked with considerable curiosity.

"He's been too busy lately —"

Hermione frowned.

Even with the same time converter, she couldn't find any trace of Sheen.

The young wizard also seems to have a talent for using the Time-Turner; another version of himself often appears before Hermione and disappears after her.

"His schedule is a bit messed up."

Justin said thoughtfully.

Hermione tensed up immediately, wondering if Justin had guessed something.

"Alright, I've prepared a few potions to broaden your horizons, of course, just out of interest."

Even though you haven't made it yourself, you've definitely heard of it. Can anyone tell me what it is?

He pointed to the cauldron closest to Slytherin's table.

Sheen was beside him and saw that it looked like a pot of clear water bubbling inside.

Hermione's well-trained hand was the first to rise.

Slughorn pointed at her.

"It's a truth serum, a colorless and odorless drug that forces people to tell the truth."

Hermione said.

"Very good, very good!"

Slughorn said happily.

"Now,"

He pointed to the cauldron closest to Ravenclaw's table and continued, "This one is quite famous—oh, it's also featured prominently in the bestselling *Grimm's Potions*—who can..."

""

Hermione raised her hand first once again.

"It's a compound decoction, sir."

she says.

"Great, great! And this kind too—you know, darling?"

Slughorn said he saw Hermione raise her hand again and looked a little surprised.

"It's an aphrodisiac!"

"Absolutely right. It seems there's no need to ask at all."

Slughorn then showed genuine admiration and said, "I'm sure you know what it's for?"

"It's the world's most effective love potion!"

Hermione said.

"Absolutely right! I think you recognized it by its distinctive mother-of-pearl luster, didn't you?"

"And then there's its distinctive spiraling vapor," Hermione said with great interest, "and its scent varies from person to person, depending on what each person likes best. I can smell freshly mowed grass, brand-new parchment, and—"

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She suddenly blushed and stopped talking.

"Alright, everyone, you can all come and smell it. Maybe you can smell it—"

The scent of a certain person?

Sheen suddenly realized something.

As we all know, love potions can make people smell their favorite scents. If a wizard falls in love with someone, he will naturally be able to smell that person's usual scent.

The Love Hall of the Department of Mysteries at the British Ministry of Magic features a large love potion fountain.

It is said that wizards who sneak in can find their true love.

After the news was released, the Bureau of Mysteries not only had to be wary of thieves, but also of infatuated women.

"Honey, may I ask you your name?"

Slughorn asked, seemingly oblivious to Hermione's embarrassment.

"Hermione Granger, sir."

"Granger? Granger? Are you related to Hector Dagworth-Granger, the founder of the Extraordinary Pharmacists Association?"

"No, that can't be, sir. I'm Muggle-born."

"Oh! Very good, very good. Add a well-deserved twenty points to Miss Granger of Gryffindor."

Slughorn said kindly.

"Of course, love potions can't really create love. Love can't be manufactured or imitated."

This drug only causes intense obsession or infatuation. It's probably the most dangerous and potent drug in this classroom—yes, that's right.

He nodded seriously to Malfoy and Nott, who were there scoffing suspiciously. "Once you have as much life experience as I do, you won't underestimate the power of bewitched infatuation. Now, our lesson is about to begin."

Potions class took up the entire afternoon, and with a touch of daze, Sheen realized that Friday was over just like that.

His body overlapped with a faint shadow as he walked out of the Hope Hut.

That is Shin, another time-space user who uses a time converter.

Sheen walked silently, his face showing obvious signs of fatigue.

Realizing that Voldemort had returned, he began to control every spare moment, to the point that even the time it took to walk from Hope Lodge to his bedroom became his rest.

He was sleeping less and less, and using the time converter more and more frequently.

Sometimes it even gets stuck on the edge of not getting out of control.

He realized that some inevitable battles were about to begin, and he needed to become stronger.

Meanwhile, under his guidance...

[Element Activation] and [Vine Stone Guardian] lived up to expectations and entered the [Expert] level, advancing by another third.

[Magic Transformation] and [Matter Transformation] have also reached the expert level.

Two masters, one legend—that's how Sheen achieved the true legend of Transfiguration.

What will that title bring?

Will it change his Transfiguration talent?

Sheen didn't know, but he needed to.