Hogwarts Study Panel.

Chapter 587, Section 585: A Straightforward Question

After Headmaster Dumbledore left, Hogwarts Castle remained as peaceful as ever.

Sheen always practiced Transfiguration by himself in the cabin. Since the Christmas holidays, his advanced Transfiguration, that is, the part of "self" transforming into "object", has reached the practice standard of a master.

[You have practiced Soul Transformation to the standard of a master, proficiency level +300]

Transfiguration Classification:

Magical Transformation: Expert Level (14500/30000)

Material Deformation: Expert Level (1300/30000)

Soul Transformation: Master Level (1250/3000000)

However, compared to the proficiency level requirement of three million, Sheen felt that it was a drop in the ocean.

Each time he performs a soul transformation, he gains 300 proficiency points, meaning that after 10,000 times, he can reach the legendary level.

Even a master-level soul transformation, despite having partially grasped the mysteries of magical circuits, cannot be cast at will.

At his maximum practice rate of ten times a day, he will be able to push his soul transformation to the legendary level in just one thousand days.

That was three years.

Three years after three years, he was about to become the headmaster of Hogwarts.

Sheen suddenly realized something.

unless----

He recalled his experience at the border.

So, returning to the borderlands to find his Ravenclaw teacher and understand the reason for the sudden surge in his soul transformation progress became his most important task.

As he pondered, another name popped into his mind:

Gryffindor.

This struck him as somewhat odd.

He must have met Gryffindor—his teacher. Wait—why would he call him his teacher?

There were many strange things, but he figured his Ravenclaw teacher would be able to explain them to him, so he stopped worrying about it.

On the panel, aside from Soul Transformation reaching Expert level, the progress in Matter Transformation and Magic Transformation is still far behind.

Fortunately, Headmaster Dumbledore had not deceived him. Since the return of the Borderlands, he was able to easily perform Transfiguration according to the "Master" practice standard.

This greatly encouraged him.

Because this means that in just two months, he can advance both material transformation and magical transformation to the Master level.

Building on this foundation, he further elevated soul transformation to the legendary level, and legendary-level transformation magic was within his grasp.

What kind of magical abilities would a legendary title grant?

Will it propel its talent to legendary status?

Sheen didn't know, but he was full of motivation.

"Buzz"

The magic mirror was vibrating. Sheen looked over and saw it was Professor Slughorn's invitation.

[Slug Club]

My dear children, the Christmas holidays are coming to an end, and our party will be held on the last day of this festive season.

It's a party —

Sheen put the magic hand mirror away.

Professor Slughorn's message reminded Sheehan of the two crystal bottles and the Pensieve that Headmaster Dumbledore had given him before he left.

He said it contained three most important parts: Professor Slughorn, Voldemort, and — himself.

Without hesitation, as the morning bells rang, Sheen poured the contents of the first crystal bottle into the Pensieve.

The cabin was quiet, with only the steady breathing of the little wizard who seemed to be asleep.

Sheen felt himself falling and falling until he landed in the center of a vast battlefield.

Fog and lightning together dominated a section of the sky.

Above the towering giant, amidst lightning and thunder, a black cat's fur danced wildly in the wind and rain.

"At the crossroads, if you believe you can create giant waves, you can become a storm!"

Its murmuring was so clear that Sheen could hear it perfectly.

It was a strange feeling; I was actually looking at myself in the border area.

Only then did he finally understand where the suddenly added content on the panel came from.

Special Legendary Transformation:

Stormguard: ? (110/?)

Is that the reason?

Headmaster Dumbledore instructed himself to use the power with caution.

Caution—Sheen returned from distant memories.

His eyes flickered.

Next up is Professor Slughorn.

He poured the contents of the second crystal bottle into the Pensieve.

Then he noticed that the contents of the bottle were not easy to pour into the Pensieve; they seemed to be congealing. Could memories also be corrupted?

Sheen felt himself fall into the silver surface again, this time landing right in front of someone, whom he immediately recognized.

This is Professor Horace Slughorn, who is much younger.

Having grown accustomed to his baldness, Sheen's lips curled into a slight smile when he suddenly saw Slughorn's thick, glossy blond hair.

The professor, much younger, didn't have as much beard as he does now; it was ginger-colored, and his body wasn't as round as Slughorn's, which Sheen knew. However, the gold buttons on his embroidered vest were already stretched quite tightly.

He rested his small feet on a large velvet cushion, reclining in a comfortable winged armchair, holding a small glass of wine in one hand and picking through a box of pineapple preserves with the other.

Six or seven boys, all around fifteen or sixteen years old, sat around Slughorn, their chairs either harder or shorter than his.

Sheehan immediately recognized Riddle.

He looked the most relaxed, his right hand casually resting on the armrest of the chair.

"Sir, is Professor Miles retiring?"

"Riddle asked."

"Tom, Tom, I know but I can't tell you."

Slughorn shook a sugar-coated finger at him reproachfully, but then winked, slightly ruining the effect. "I must say, I'd like to know where you got your information, boy. You know more than half the teachers."

Riddle smiled slightly, and the other boys laughed along, casting admiring glances at him.

"You little devil, you know things you shouldn't know, and you're so good at trying to please important people—and by the way, thank you for the pineapple, you guessed it, it's my favorite—"

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As the boys chuckled, a strange thing happened.

Suddenly, the entire room was shrouded in a thick white fog, and Sheen could not see anything.

He frowned.

At the same time, in a place he didn't notice, the Void Talisman began to float.

Some white mist seeped out from the cracks in the stone slabs.

They quietly entered the room, and the thick fog, as if encountering a natural enemy, quickly fled into the distance.

Sheen also noticed something strange at this moment. Why was the fog dissipating?

He looked down, but saw nothing.

The white mist had vanished without a trace, as if it had never existed.

The fog has returned.

Slughorn's voice rang out in the room, loud and unnatural:

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You will make mistakes, child, remember my words.

After Slughorn finished speaking, the fog finally dissipated, just as suddenly as it had arrived, but no one mentioned it, and no one could tell from their faces that anything unusual had just happened.

Sheen looked around as the small gold clock on Slughorn's desk struck eleven.

"Good heavens, is it already time?"

Slughorn said, "Time to go, kids, or we'll be in trouble. Lestrange, your paper is due tomorrow, or you'll be in solitary confinement."

You too, Avery.

Slughorn got up from his chair, took the empty cup to the table, and the boys filed out.

But Riddle lagged behind. Sheen could tell he was deliberately dawdling, hoping to stay alone in the house with Slughorn.

"Hurry up, Tom!"

Slughorn turned around and saw that he was still there, and said, "You don't want to get caught being outside during lights out, do you? You're a prefect—"

"Sir, I'd like to ask you something."

"Then ask quickly, child, ask quickly—"

"Sir, I would like to ask if you know anything about Horcruxes."

Here we go again: the room is shrouded in thick fog, and Sheen can no longer see either Slughorn or Riddle.

He knew that this was the memory that Professor Slughorn had altered.

So he naturally left his memory behind.

Let Slughorn's voice ring out loudly in my memory once more.

"I know nothing about Horcruxes, and even if I did, I wouldn't tell you! Get out now, and don't let me hear you mention it again!"

After emerging from the Pensieve, it was already afternoon.

Sheen's face fell.

He missed lunch.

Fortunately, he knew the location of the kitchen and even ran into Justin there.

Good afternoon, Sheen.

Justin smiled, his eyes crinkling.

"good afternoon."

Sheehan focused intently on the food. "Thank you for the cream cake, cheese biscuits, and tomato soup, Ira; and thank you also for the cocktail shrimp, steak and baked potatoes, fries with peas, bean sprouts, and mushrooms, Ava."

"It is an honor for Ira to serve the great Mr. Green!"

The raggedly dressed house-elf immediately stood up straight.

"Oh, Mr. Green remembers Ira's name—"

She added in a soft voice.

Then, together with his companions, they watched the little wizard, his cheeks bulging, eating with a blissful expression, even forgetting all manners.

"Lord Kadogan said: If anyone can become a noble knight, it is young—Lord Grin—"

Ira continued to mutter to herself in a soft voice, her eyes sparkling whenever she mentioned Sir Cadogan.

"Ira—it's Principal Green—"

Ava, clutching the corner of her robe, added, her face flushed.

"It's Principal Green—"

Soon, a bunch of house-elves gathered together.

Justin watched this scene quietly, observing the little wizard who was surrounded by people but seemed completely unaware.

She smiled brightly.

The abundance of food in the kitchen exceeded Sheen's expectations. While enjoying the food, he noticed a special item that looked like an egg tart.

Spiced wine tarts, a popular food in 13th-century Europe.

Sheen, who could barely be considered erudite, could even recite its recipe:

4个鸡蛋和2个额外的蛋黄、1品脱酒、2盎司白砂糖、1茶匙肉桂粉、1茶匙丁香末、半茶匙藏红花丝、半茶匙肉豆蔻干皮粉、1/4茶匙良姜粉、1撮姜粉、1撮肉桂粉、1茶匙肉豆蔻粉————

Among these seasonings, the most interesting one is the fermented rice wine.

Because of the varying alcohol content of the wines, some 13th-century records indicate that spiced wine tarts could be even more intoxicating than regular wine.

Sheen, adhering to the principle of never wasting food, finished the entire plate.

There were now three Justins in front of him.

"Justin, where did you learn the Doppelganger Charm? Can I learn it?"

Sheen asked instinctively.

"Sheen?"

Justin realized something was wrong and hurriedly stepped forward.

"There are more now. Your magic has advanced, Justin."

Sheehan scrutinized Justin carefully and came to a conclusion.

"oh----"

Justin smiled wryly. "Yes, I'll share it with you when you're fully awake."

That's wonderful.

Sheen's joy was written all over his face.

"Now you need to rest, Sheen."

Justin said.

His eight heads kept shaking in front of Sheen.

"You've improved so quickly."

Sheen sighed, "But I still have to go to the party."

"Are you willing to go?"

Justin seemed quite surprised.

"Um."

Sheen nodded.

Justin fell into deep thought.

The afternoon party started quickly.

"Sheen, my child!"

Professor Slughorn jumped up as soon as he saw Sheehan; his large belly, clad in a velvet suit, almost filled the seat.

His gleaming bald head and thick, silvery-white beard, like the gold buttons on his vest, shone brightly in the sunlight.

"It's so good to see you, so good to see you! You must be Mr. Finchley! Oh, and Harry, Hermione, and my dear Mr. Longbottom."

Neville nodded, seemingly terrified.

Harry and Hermione, however, were not surprised by Professor Slughorn's enthusiasm.

Slughorn made a gesture, and the group of them sat down together in the auditorium.

"Sheen, your face is a little...red?"

Hermione sat down next to Sheehan and looked at Justin suspiciously.

Justin laughed and made a shushing gesture.

Sheen felt that he must have been practicing magic for too long, which had made his head a little muddled. So, although he appeared to be there, he was actually lost in his own thoughts.

It wasn't until the party was almost over that Sheen remembered what he was supposed to be there for.

"Professor Slughorn, could you please wait a moment?"

Before disbanding, Sheen sought out Professor Slughorn.

Justin quickly pulled Hermione aside and hid.

"oh!"

Professor Slughorn was overjoyed; his ivory beard almost reached the sky.

He immediately dismissed the other young wizards and pulled Sheen to a quiet corner.

"What do you want to tell me? Good boy, I could talk to you all day."

Professor Slughorn said kindly, "Regarding your potion-making progress, I've heard that Professor Snape is researching a new theory. I'd be happy to discuss it with you when he's willing to share—learning more about cutting-edge magic is important for young people like you."

Professor Slughorn's eyes flashed with both amiability and shrewdness.

"That's not it, Professor."

Sheen said, staring at Professor Slughorn with his bright green eyes.

This made him realize that something was wrong.

"It's about—Voldemort's Horcruxes."

Sheen said.

Justin and Hermione, who were hiding, opened their eyes wide at the same time.

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