My Understanding Is Incredible, I Built A Floating City In Hogwarts

Harry fell to the ground hard, and the sudden impact made him wake up immediately. He screamed unconsciously, and his scars hurt as if they were being burned by fire.

The surrounding auditorium suddenly appeared in his sight, and everything seemed to return to reality in an instant.

"I'm not going...I don't need to go to the school hospital...I don't want to..." Harry's voice was urgent and slurred. He tried to break away from Professor Tofty's support. The candidates looked sideways frequently.

The old wizard looked helplessly at the students watching around him, and had no choice but to help Harry walk out of the auditorium and into the foyer outside. He looked at Harry sympathetically and said softly: "You're just too stressed out about exams, young man. Go get a glass of ice water and calm down."

Meanwhile, in the corridor leading to the Hogwarts library, Hermione followed Levin with a look of remorse.

"You shouldn't have asked me to come out with you so early, and I just checked it for the second time!" she complained.

Levin shrugged helplessly. Hermione seemed particularly nervous every time she faced a test, "Don't worry, Miss Know-It-All. I guarantee you can get an O. This is just a 0.W.Ls test, not N.E.W.T. You should be more confident in yourself. Do you think you can't compare to Bill or Percy of the Weasley family now?

After listening to Levin's words, Hermione's nervousness did not ease at all.

"What if?" she said worriedly, "Penelo got excellent grades in all the N.E.W.T. What if I make a mistake in the O.W.Ls.

"Ahem․..."

Just when Levin didn't know how to comfort Hermione, a sweet cough suddenly broke the awkward 123 silence.

"Dolores?" Levin looked around and saw Umbridge, the new principal of Hogwarts, standing next to an ornately decorated pillar, giving himself an almost flattering smile.

"Professor Green, please forgive me for interrupting." After the hasty greetings, Umbridge's voice revealed a hint of urgency, "I sincerely hope that you will seriously consider Harry Poe's request to join your elective course.

Hermione felt like she was being ignored by Umbridge just now. Hearing this, she finally couldn't help but raise her hand and show her presence to the new principal: "Sorry, Principal Umbridge, but the arcane magic class is not a N.E.W.T course. It is a course for all those who are interested in improving their own strength. Elective courses open to students. I think that as long as students are willing

They are all eligible to take this course, aren't they?"

Umbridge opened his mouth to say something, but Levin spoke first.

Umbridge opened her mouth, as if she wanted to refute, but Levin spoke before her: "Dolores, I think you heard me clearly?"

He shook his head and said firmly, "I will not change the rules I set at will because of someone's personal wishes."

Although Levin rejected Umbridge, he wondered why he would ask such a question.

Based on Levin's understanding of Harry's character, he knew that Harry would probably refuse to attend his arcane magic class - even if he persuaded Harry logically - out of loyalty and respect for Deng Lido, Harry I will still stick to my principles.

Umbridge looked at Levin's firm eyes and knew that he could not persuade him to change his mind. He could only hold back the disappointment and anger in his heart and tried to maintain the fake smile on his face: "Professor Green, since this is your class, of course I will respect it. Your decision. Excuse me."

Umbridge still said goodbye in a sweet and sweet voice, and her attitude seemed to tell Levin that she had no grudge against his rejection.

However, Levin keenly noticed that the moment Umbridge turned around to leave, his eyes narrowed slightly and he glanced quickly at Hermione.

This subtle move revealed her true inner thoughts.

At this time, Hermione gently pulled Levin's sleeve, trying to break the awkward atmosphere.

"Come on, Levin, what's wrong? Why are you so serious all of a sudden?" she asked with concern.

Levin came back to his senses and tried his best to smile, "Ah, it's nothing, let's go, Hermione. I'm just curious. She mentioned in Gryffindor that Harry wanted to take my elective course. Have you heard about it?" "

He casually made up a reason to cover up his inner fluctuations.

However, he did not tell Hermione that when Umbridge left just now, he couldn't help but cursed Hermione in his mind, "Mudblood, Son of the Beach".

Although it was only a brief outburst of emotion, Levin's psychic powers keenly captured the message.

When Levin and Hermione arrived at the library, Harry had just left the exam hall.

He hurried up the marble stairs and ran along the corridor, causing the portraits and college ghosts nearby to scold him in low voices. His face was full of anxiety and nervousness, because there were more important things waiting for him. .

As soon as he rushed into Professor McGonagall's office, Harry couldn't wait to ask: "Professor McGonagall, can you contact Principal Dumbledore? I have something very important to tell him.

Professor McGonagall looked at Harry's anxious look and couldn't help but feel a little doubt in his heart.

"You have something to tell Albus?" She repeated Harry's words, "I'm sorry, I can't get you in touch immediately. However, you can also tell me something, I am also your Head of House. 11

Harry swallowed. He knew the importance of this matter and knew that time was running out, but it was too weird and he didn't know how to speak.

In desperation, he chose to tell the truth: "I had a dream."

"Potter, I know you are under a lot of pressure for exams." Professor McGonagall's voice was gentle and calm. She looked at Harry's nervous and anxious expression, thinking that he was affected by Umbridge's previous threat, "You don't have to Take that pink toad's threat to heart, Dumbledore will definitely come back."

Harry heard Professor McGonagall's words and knew that she had misunderstood him, so he hurriedly explained: "But Professor - I dreamed that Sirius was caught by him, in the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic. It was the same as the last time. I feel like it's really happening! I can't reach him, I..."

Harry's voice was trembling, he couldn't imagine what kind of torture his godfather was suffering.

Professor McGonagall's face became serious when he heard this.

She pushed up her glasses, thought for a moment and then said: "I will contact the Order of the Phoenix and let them confirm what you said and see if they can contact Black.

She said, looking up at Harry again, a hint of worry in her eyes.

She thought of the possibility that Dumbledore had told the Order members before, so she couldn't help but remind Harry: "Don't worry too much, Kingsley Shacklebolt told us

The Ministry of Magic has installed some kind of monitoring system since Arthur was attacked last time, which can monitor everything that happens in the Ministry of Magic in real time. It's still afternoon and it's their working hours. "The mysterious person would not choose to torture your godfather in the Department of Mysteries at this time without any scruples."

However, Harry did not feel the slightest comfort after hearing Professor McGonagall's words.

He looked at the professor and said in an urgent voice: "Professor McGonagall, the Department of Mysteries is like no man's land at all times! Maybe Voldemort used an invisibility cloak..."

"Potter, although Professor Snape no longer wants to teach you Occlumency, if you are willing, I can help you practice." Professor McGonagall looked at Harry, a trace of worry flashed in his eyes, "Although I am not proficient in this art, but It should be more than enough to guide you. After all, if you don't practice more, you are likely to fall into the illusion deliberately set by the mysterious person.

"Now, I suggest you go outside to bask in the sun and relax your tense nerves."

She said, looking up at the sinking sun outside the window, "It is now five o'clock in the afternoon, the sun is just right. The Ministry of Magic should be busy at this time, and officials are dealing with various matters. However, I will still Heed your warning and try to contact Sirius Black or other members of the Order."

When Harry heard this, a warm feeling surged in his heart. He knew that Professor McGonagall was sincerely concerned about his safety and health.

However, he did not follow Professor McGonagall's instructions. On the contrary, Professor McGonagall's persuasion to continue practicing Occlumency made him think that the professor did not fully understand the seriousness of the situation he was talking about.

He decided to return to the Gryffindor common room immediately to discuss countermeasures with Ronald.

In the Hogwarts library, Levin and Hermione sat side by side, forced to answer each other's questions about the History of Magic exam just now.

The air was filled with the scent of ink from books, and their ears were constantly echoing with the rustle of quills scratching paper.

Suddenly, Levin raised his head and noticed the arrival of Ravenclaw's academy ghost, Ms. Gray.

She was wearing a flowing robe, and her silver-white hair shone softly in the dim light. She nodded slightly to Levin as she passed Levin and Hermione's desk.

Levin also nodded slightly to the elegant female ghost: "Thank you for your help, Ms. Helena."

Helena Ravenclaw stopped and turned around slowly, with a faint smile on her face, and her eyes showed some kindness and tenderness: "Just call me Helena, that's what my mother calls me. mine."

Levin was a little at a loss. He hesitated and tentatively changed his words: "Uh... I'm sorry, Helena?"

Helena nodded slightly, seemingly satisfied with Levin's title. Then, she turned around and floated towards the wall, passed through the wall, and disappeared into the dim room. .