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

Facing the stone monster guarding the door, Harry tried to say the password he had learned from Dumbledore: "Sizzling honey candy."

To his surprise, the password passed in one go.

However, they did not successfully enter the principal's office. The copper-ringed gate above was tightly closed, blocking their way.

Umbridge obviously did not actually obtain the principal's authority to open the defensive magic system in the principal's office. She just used her own method to force the door closed.

Ronald reluctantly stretched out his wand and said to the door: "[Alajo Cave Opens]. 11

However, the door did not move at all, not even a crack was opened.

Harry was anxious, so he pushed Ronald away and cast a more powerful spell on the door lock: (Door is open!"

A dazzling light suddenly bloomed from the door lock, but the door was still closed tightly and there was no response.

"She specially set up a protective spell [anti-lock-picking spell]." Ronald stroked his chin with his hand and concluded.

Everyone is a little frustrated, is it just like this?

"Well... please let me try." Behind them, Colin Creevey, who had been silent, suddenly stood up and said nervously.

"Colin, what do you want to do?"

Ronald "970" turned around in confusion, watched Colin pull out a piece of his hair, and then pulled out his wand.

In Ronald's impression, Colin had always been the shy and admiring little fanboy beside Harry. He couldn't help but raise his eyebrows curiously, wondering what Colin's plans were.

Colin took a deep breath, turned his hair into a curved wire, and then carefully inserted it into the gap of the door lock.

Perhaps because of nervousness, his hands trembled slightly, and it took him two attempts to successfully insert the wire into the bottle.

Then, he gently turned the door lock, and his face gradually showed a trace of confidence that he rarely showed.

"This is the Muggles' door-opening technique." Colin explained as he turned the door lock. "When I was a child, adults used to lock me in my room and not let me go out to play.

In order to be free, I had to learn these Muggle methods. "

Listening to Colin's explanation, the little wizards came over curiously.

They have always relied on magic to solve problems, but they never thought that Muggle methods could also come in handy here.

After Colin turned a few more times, there was a clear "click" sound and the lock opened!

He jumped back excitedly, and then looked at Harry with bright eyes: "Cool! At least I can help you, Harry! Umbridge really only thought about how to resist the wizards' magic. She didn't even think that we would use it. Use Muggle methods to deal with her."

Harry looked at Colin in surprise, and then at the door that slowly opened, feeling enlightened.

Umbridge has always looked down on Muggles, but she never imagined that it was these Muggle methods that she despised that eventually caused her to stumble. Maybe this is a kind of retribution?

In the principal's room, Dolores Umbridge carefully hung her plates with various cats on one wall, which formed a sharp contrast with the portraits of previous principals.

The afterglow of the setting sun shines on those ugly kittens, as if they are basking in the sun.

The whole office was silent except for Ronald's breathing echoing in the air. He looked around and after confirming that there was nothing unusual, he breathed a sigh of relief.

However, Ronald did not notice that on a plate in the corner, a strange black cat was watching them quietly.

Suddenly, it turned around silently, quietly left the portrait, and disappeared into the shadows.

Harry didn't notice this. Harry rushed straight to the fireplace in a panic, grabbed the can of Floo powder, and threw it into the hearth without hesitation. The emerald green flames ignited instantly. He immediately knelt down, stuck his head into the dancing flames, and shouted loudly: "No. 12 Grimmauld Place!"

Even though his knees were planted firmly on the cold floor, his whole world began to spin.

It felt like he had just gotten off a merry-go-round at an amusement park, and the whole world was spinning rapidly in front of his eyes. He narrowed his eyes tightly and faced the swirling soot, trying to maintain his balance.

Finally, the spinning stopped. He opened his eyes and found himself in the long, deserted kitchen of No. 12 Grimmauld Place. There was no one here, so quiet that he could only hear his own breathing.

He expected that there might be no one here, but when he actually faced the empty room, he felt an indescribable panic and uneasiness in his heart.

The feeling was like a hot flame, roiling in his stomach, catching him off guard.

"Sirius?" he couldn't help shouting, "Sirius, are you there?"

His voice echoed in the empty room, and there was no response except a slight shuffling sound from the right side of the fire.

His heart suddenly tightened. Is there anyone else here besides him?

"Who's there?" he shouted again, his voice trembling.

He tried to keep calm, thinking that it might just be a mouse or some other small animal.

However, when he looked closely, he found a house elf.

It was Kreacher who was sneaking into his sight. Kreacher's hands were wrapped in thick bandages, and it looked like he had been seriously injured recently. However, his face was filled with an indescribable joy, as if he was very happy about something.

"It's the Potter boy's head in the fire..." Kreacher whispered to the empty kitchen, and he furtively glanced at Harry with a strange and proud look.

"What is Potter boy doing?"

Where is Sirius, Kreacher?" Harry tried to sound calm, but he couldn't hide the anxiety in his heart.

Kreacher, the house elf, gasped and chuckled,

"The master is out, Harry Potter," he replied sharply.

"Where did he go? Where did he go, Kreacher?" Harry asked, his voice rising an octave.

However, Kreacher just chuckled, his unbridled laughter irritating Harry.

"I'm warning you! Answer my question!" Harry roared. Although he knew that he couldn't punish Kreacher now, he still couldn't help but want to threaten the elf.

"Where's Lupine? Where's Mad-Eye? Any one of them will do. Are any of them here?"

"Nobody's here except Kreacher!" the elf replied cheerfully, turning his back on Harry and starting to walk slowly towards the door at the other end of the kitchen.

"Kreacher thinks he should go and chat with the mistress for a while now." He said sharply, his tone full of pleasure, "Yes, he hasn't found a chance for a long time, Kreacher's master Always keep him away from her——"

"Where has Sirius gone?" Harry shouted after the elf, his voice echoing in the kitchen, sounding particularly lonely and helpless, "Kreacher, has he gone to the Department of Mysteries?"

Kreacher stopped on the spot, and Harry walked through the forest-like chair legs in front of him, and could only make out the bare back of his head..0

"The master didn't tell poor Kreacher where he was going," the elf said softly.

"But you do!" Harry roared, "Don't you? You know where he is!"

But there was no answer, and the house elf hurried forward, passed through the door and disappeared down the hall.

"you---!"

Before Harry could utter any curses or insults, there was a sudden sharp pain in the top of his head.

He inhaled so much soot that he choked and could hardly breathe. He felt like he was being pulled backward through the flames by a powerful force. In fear, he raised his head and saw Umbridge's pale and broad face.

She grabbed Harry's hair tightly and dragged him out of the fire, pulling his neck back hard as if to slit his throat.

At this time, many people had gathered in the office.

Ronald and Colin were both present, and Neville, who was in charge of the lookout, was also brought in. Filch was guarding them, but Ginny took the opportunity to slip away.

Dolores Umbridge panted and leaned over Harry who was sitting on the chair. Her face was full of anger and anxiety, and her voice was sharp and harsh: "You want to go find Dumbledore, don't you?"

Since becoming the principal, Umbridge has not been able to obtain the real authority of the principal. Levin Green's subtle disregard for her has also made her feel extremely annoyed and worried. She is always worried that her position will be replaced. This kind of uneasiness and frustration It always bothered her.

In this case, she suddenly received a warning from the black cat on the plate and learned that Harry had broken into her principal's office.

At the same time, Filch also came to tell her that he saw Minerva McGonagall leaving the campus.

This series of news finally made Umbridge feel scared. She thought that McGonagall and Harry must be plotting some conspiracy. For example, Professor McGonagall may have gone to see Dumbledore and planned to ask him to come back to fight against her; and 1.7 Harry broke into the principal's office. It is to support each other and jointly fight against her rule.

"No, I just want the broom you confiscated." Harry's tone was filled with disgust, and his eyes sharply met Dolores Umbridge's.

Umbridge sneered, waved his hand violently, and slapped Harry hard on the face.

"Stop lying, Potter!" she snapped. "You and I both know full well that your Firebolt is being guarded in the basement. But your head appears in my fire. Tell me, who are you secretly communicating with?"

Harry felt a burning pain on his face. He glared at Umbridge angrily.

"No one—" he answered through gritted teeth.

"Oh, really?" Umbridge raised his lips sarcastically, "Well, Potter, can you explain why you placed sentries around my office, or this little STEE?

She said, nodding disdainfully towards Ronald, "Come here to tell me that Peeves is causing trouble in the Transfiguration classroom? However, in fact, I know very well that Peeves is busy painting the eyepieces of all the telescopes in the school with ink - ——This is what Mr. Filch just reported to me. So, obviously there is someone very important to you waiting for you, is it Albus Dumbledore? Or is it the half-giant Hagrid?"