The final exam, the history of magic, is not taken until the afternoon. Even with Hermione's notes, it wasn't easy for wizards to review because Hermione's notes stacked up to three and a half feet tall.

When they walked into the examination room and sat down in front of the back-held test papers, their mood was calm, and after intense review and successive exams, as long as they finished this one, they could play freely.

Harry felt that he had probably studied too late and was a little exhausted, and he wished that the exams were over and he could go back to sleep. But in a bad state, he stared at the first question for a long time, and finally slowly wrote down an answer. His brain was dull and wooden, many names he couldn't remember, and he always confused the dates.

The members of the Harris camp had already begun to hand in a lot of papers, and Harry glanced at it, Hermione and Alan were long gone, apparently out of the time he was figuring out the answer.

Coming back to his senses, Harry's attention was drawn to the rustle of quills on parchment, like rats running and hiding. The sun was burning on the back of his head. He simply skipped the questions that he had memorized, looked for one that he was sure to answer, and finally set his sights on the tenth question: please state the events that led to the formation of the International Confederation of Wizards, and explain why the wizards of Liechtenstein refused to join.

Harry closed his eyes and buried his face in his hands, trying to remember, desperately remembering...... The rustle of the quills around me was incessant, and the sand in the hourglass in front of it kept leaking down......

He walked again through the dim, cool corridors of the Department of Mysteries, with resolute and decisive steps through the three doors, and once again in a cathedral-like room full of shelves and spheres......

A voice came out of his own mouth, a cold, high-pitched voice without the slightest hint of human kindness......

"Get it for me...... Quick, take it down...... I can't touch it...... You can touch ......."

Harry saw a pale, slender hand sticking out of the tip of his arm, clutching a wand...... I heard that cold, high-pitched voice say, "Drill your heart and cut your bones!"

A man squirming on the floor let out a scream of pain and tried to get up, only to writhe and fall. Harry was laughing. He raised his wand, the spell stopped, and the figure groaned, never moving again.

"Lord Voldemort is waiting......"

The man on the floor, with trembling arms, slowly and slowly lifted his shoulders a few inches from the ground and lifted his head. His face was haggard, bloodstained, and twisted by pain, but with unyielding fortitude......

"I'm sure I'll do it in the end," the cold voice said, "but you're going to take it down for me first, Blake...... Do you think you're already feeling pain? Think about it...... We have time, and no one can hear you scream......"

However, just as Voldemort lowered his wand, someone screamed, and someone screamed and fell to the cold stone floor next to the hot table. Harry woke up from the crash, his mouth still screaming, his scar on fire, and the auditorium popped up around him.

"I'm not going...... I don't have to go to the school hospital...... I don't want to ......," Harry said hurriedly, trying to break free from Professor Tofody, but the old wizard had to help Harry out of the foyer under the gaze of the students around him, and he said sympathetically to Harry, "The pressure of the exam! ”

And in the hallway to the Hogwarts Library, Hermione was following Alan with a look of remorse, "You shouldn't have let me come out with you so early, I just checked it a second time!"

Alan looked a little helpless, and Hermione was very nervous every time she encountered the exam, "Don't worry, Hermione, I promise you can get O." That's just it. Ls, Miss Jack-of-all-trades, you should be more confident in yourself, do you think you're not as good as the Weasleys' Bill or Percy right now?"

"What if? Penelope is all excellent on ., if I make a mistake on .Ls...... Hiccup...... Hermione hiccuped nervously at her own thoughts.

"Ahem......" The sudden sweet cough saved Allen, who didn't know what to say to comfort Hermione.

"Dolores?" Alan looked in the direction of the source of the sound, where Umbridge, the new Headmaster of Hogwarts, was standing by a decorative pillar and smiling flatteringly at him.

"Professor Harris, I beg your pardon," after a period of pleasantries, Umbridge finally made clear his true intentions, "Professor Harris, I sincerely hope that you will seriously consider Harry??" Porter's application for your electives. ”

Although she felt that she had been ignored by Umbridge just now, Hermione couldn't help but raise her hand to remind the new principal of her existence: "I'm sorry, Principal Umbridge, the elective course of Ancient Magic is fairly open to all students who are interested in improving their own strength, this is not a course, I think anyone can take it as long as they want, right?"

"Dolores, I think you heard that?" Alan would not change his own rules because of someone's personal wishes, although according to his knowledge, Harry would probably not be willing to come to his ancient magic class, because even if Harry was convinced, his loyalty to Dumbledore would prevent him from making such a decision on his own.

Umbridge forced his smirk to not change, "Professor Harris, it's your class after all, and I respect your decision, so bother." Umbridge coughed softly, her sweet voice telling Eren that she had nothing to do with Alan's rejection.

But Alan noticed that Umbridge couldn't help but squint at Hermione the moment she turned around, and then left.

Then, Hermione pulled Allen, who had a cold face, "Let's go Allen, huh? Why are you so serious?"

"Ah, nothing, let's go Hermione, I'm just curious why she mentioned this, did you hear Harry say he wanted to come to my electives?" Alan casually said a reason, but he didn't tell Hermione about it, in fact, Umbridge couldn't help but curse Hermione in her heart when she left just now, although it was just a momentary emotional outburst, but it was conspicuous enough for Alan to notice this insult to Hermione in her heart.

By the time Alan and Hermione had arrived at the library, Harry had barely left the auditorium for the exams when he ran up the marble staircase and down the hallway, causing the portraits and house ghosts to whisper insults to him.

"Professor McGonagall, can you contact Headmaster Dumbledore? I have something very important to tell him. As soon as he saw Professor McGonagall in the office, Harry asked impatiently.

"Something to tell Albus?" Professor McGonagall repeated, "I'm sorry I can't get you in touch right away, but you can tell me about it, I'm your dean." ”

Harry swallowed - what should I say?, in desperation, Harry blurted out, "I had a dream. ”

"Potter, I know your exams are stressful, don't take those pink toad threats to heart, Dumbledore will definitely be back. Professor McGonagall thought Harry was scared of the previous threat from Umbridge, and reassured.

Seeing that McGonagall had misunderstood, Harry hurriedly explained, "But Professor—I dreamed that Sirius was captured by him, or in the Ministry of Magic, or in the Department of Mysteries...... Like the last dream, I feel like it's happening!"

"I'll contact the Order of the Phoenix and have them confirm what you said, and see if we can get in touch with Black. Professor McGonagall pushed her glasses with a solemn expression.

After saying that, she looked at Harry again, thinking of the possibility that Dumbledore had told the members of the Order of the Phoenix before, and couldn't help but remind, "Don't worry too much, Kingsley??" Shackel told us what surveillance systems the Ministry of Magic has installed since the last attack on Arthur, and it's still afternoon, it's their work time, and the mystery man probably won't choose to torture your godfather in the Department of Mysteries at this time. ”

Harry was not even as nervous as Arthur had been when he was attacked, which made him very anxious: "Professor McGonagall, the Department of Mysteries is like no man's land at all times! Maybe Voldemort used an invisibility cloak......"

"Potter, while Professor Snape won't teach you Occlumency anymore, you can come to me and help you practice if you want, though I'm not very good at it. Otherwise, you are likely to fall into the illusion deliberately created by the mysterious person. Now, I recommend you to go outside and soak up the sun and relax your nerves. McGonagall apparently thought that this time was different, it was 5 p.m. and the Ministry of Magic was packed with officials, but she decided to take Harry's warning and try to contact Sirius?? Blake or Order of the Phoenix, "What you just said, if I can't reach Blake, I'll contact Kingsley to confirm." ”

Harry apparently didn't do what Professor McGonagall had instructed, and McGonagall's persuasion that he wanted him to continue practicing Occlumency made him think that the other party didn't recognize the seriousness of the incident, and he decided to immediately return to the Gryffindor common room to discuss with Ron.

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