Hogwarts Study Panel

Chapter 70: Letter
Sheen was silently recalling the contents of his notes.

Professor Sprout not only taught him how to process galangal, but also how to process wood sorrel, wormwood, and aloe vera juice.

These are all herbal ingredients needed for the anti-swelling potion, and because of this, Sheen is very confident about brewing the potion tonight.

With the addition of improved rituals and willpower guidance, he can at least brew a swelling-reducing potion at the [Expert] level.

That's right, you're an expert even though you've only just learned it.

This made his steps lighter.

until--

"Hogsmeade Week is still a month away... Oh, actually, it was only on my second trip to Hogsmeade Village that I realized it's the only place in England without Muggles—"

A familiar voice spoke.

"uh-huh."

Sheen saw that it was Senior Leon answering.

What are we planning to buy at Honey Duke this time?

Senior Leon raised his eyebrows.
"If you dare to go inside and buy broom cleaner again, you can go in yourself."

"hey-hey--"

Sheen had a pretty good idea of ​​who it was.

"They have everything there... Little Pepper Boy—it makes your mouth smoke when you eat it—and chocolate balls filled with strawberry custard and regular custard."

There were also quill pens made of sugar, just like the ones you sucked on when Professor McGonagall wasn't looking in class, and ended up being thrown out of the classroom..."

Senior Leon looked down at Senior Bruce and said,
"But as soon as you went in, you asked people for broom cleaner, and if they didn't give it to you, you secretly sprinkled itching powder on them..."

Upon hearing this, Sheen's eyes widened slightly.

"Alright, alright, but it's not like I didn't give you the antidote, or that I didn't get hit with the broom—hmm—the weather's really nice today…oh, Sheen!"

Bruce, as if he had eyes in the back of his head, turned around and waved to Sheen.

Leon silently took back the words, "What about the beatings that Pister and I got?"

Sheen politely greeted the three senior students.

Just then, the bell rang, and Sheen was about to go to the auditorium for lunch when he heard Bruce's smiling voice:
"Oh, these past few days while you were gone, dealing with the disasters caused by those little wizards has taken up a lot of our time."
I often suspect they were also good at playing pranks, otherwise how could they have been even more mischievous than I was back then?

Bruce blinked.

Leon and Pistol behind him nodded in deep agreement, though it was unclear what they agreed on.

"This also made me realize one thing—you came back at just the right time."

Bruce, the senior student, pulled out three servings of chocolate, raspberry, and nut ice cream from somewhere.

He slipped it into Sheen's hand and whispered:
"You'd never guess, but I won a bet on you."

The Hufflepuff Handbook: Sharing joy is an important part of sharing.

Feeling somewhat bewildered, Sheen entered the auditorium with three servings of chocolate, raspberry, and crushed nut ice cream.

He always felt that Bruce was hiding something from him, but given Bruce's thought process—buying broom cleaner at Honeydukes and then sprinkling itching powder on others if they refused—
Sheen had a hard time guessing what he was planning to do.

Perhaps, as Senior Leon once remarked:
“You can completely trust Bruce when there is danger, but if there is no danger, you’d better stay away from him.”

In the auditorium.

Hermione continued writing the letter diligently, her face shifting between worry and joy.

There were more candies and notebooks beside her, apparently newly sent by the messenger.

“Sheen, um, I mean.”

She suddenly turned her head and was handed a chocolate, raspberry, and nut ice cream.

"good to eat."

As she spoke, Sheen handed another portion to Justin, who was sitting in the kitchen looking somewhat dazed.

Hermione stared at the delicious ice cream on the table for a moment, then seemed to breathe a sigh of relief:
"Last time, I noticed you didn't have your notebook..."

Hermione finished speaking in one breath, and then the roast chicken in front of Sheehan was blocked by a small mountain of notebooks. The fireplace in the Great Hall always burned with a warm light, and Sheehan heard Hermione say intermittently:

"You didn't bring enough; I just happened to have some extra..."

He then buried himself in the letter and stopped looking at Sheen.

Sheehan paused for a few seconds, then noticed that the blank pages in the notebook that read "To Miss Hermione Granger" had been torn out.

It seems they've been preparing for this for a long time.

So when Justin secretly asked him in the classroom what else Hermione might like, he also pondered for a long time.

"Mature notes on the seven main Hogwarts courses."

Sheen said.

"Plum, Merlin—"

Justin covered his forehead, looking like he knew it.

Then, belatedly, he realized:

“Okay, I can’t believe what I’m about to say—you’re right, Sheen.”

So Sheen stayed in the classroom for a while, mainly to set up some things with Justin and to organize and pack the notes.

Justin repeatedly assured Hermione that she wouldn't enter the classroom today, and Sheehan had no idea what he had done.

Meanwhile, in the corridor.

Harry was secretly having Hedwig slip a letter detailing the Gringotts heist into the messengers' mail and deliver it to Hermione.

……

cellar.

With enthusiasm in his heart and a bag full of notes on his back, Sheen turned the corner.

Just as he hadn't expected the flying broom to come from Professor McGonagall, he also hadn't expected the scarce notebooks to come from Hermione.

Speaking of letters, he took out a yellowed piece of paper from the innermost part of his bag.

This letter was secretly delivered to him by the old lady who often visited the orphanage. The week after receiving the letter, he learned of the kind old lady's passing.

The letter in my hand was very thick, as if it were made of some extremely tough material.

Dear Sheen:

Life always gets better at some point, that's my little secret.

Please continue to do something, even the smallest thing, and the gears of fate will slowly begin to turn.

My dear child, you must believe this.

Forever yours, Milan

(A dried violet was pressed down on one corner of the letter.)
He carefully put the letter away and went into the cellar.

The cellar was cold and dark, with candles casting flickering shadows inside.

Various glass jars were piled up in the corner, with strange biological organs floating inside, slowly rotating in a viscous liquid.

Professor Snape's black robe swept across the dusty stone floor like the wings of a bat.

When he saw that familiar technique again, his gaze became complicated.

Sheen placed the notebook aside, and during each break in the brewing process, he would take the time to write down his notes on the potion-making steps.

He has become accustomed to constantly revising and improving.

Until the wind turned the notebook to a page filled with writing.

Professor Snape appeared completely unconcerned about Sheen's cooking, but his cold gaze had already swept over in an instant:

He only saw a few words: "Use of Nimbus 2000".

(End of this chapter)