Exams come with a heavy study task.

This also caused many students to break down due to their study tasks, and the constant pressure from the Umbridge guy caused some students to suddenly cry while learning to learn.

Malfoy looked at Hannah Abbot, who was taken away, and said disdainfully: "The psychological endurance is too low. ”

Turning his head, he saw John silently looking at him.

"You didn't get much better when you beat people in the first place." John said earnestly, "You cried at the time, too. ”

Being exposed, Malfoy couldn't hold his face a little, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

John didn't let Malfoy die for long, after all, everyone has pressure.

The learning atmosphere throughout Grade 5 was oppressive.

Hilde sometimes brings high-end sweets, and I heard that she complained about being given by a friend.

It is used to reduce stress for children in the classroom, and it will also conduct blow training to let them vent their stress.

John looked at the Silver Hand Sweetheart Candy logo printed on it, and could probably guess who the big injustice was.

"Look at your worthless look." John sighed, not knowing if the candy was paid for.

After class, John sees Neville at the Stellar Society.

Neville put down a foul-smelling box as if he were on the verge of an enemy, his whole body tense, and the sword of Marvolo in his hand was aimed at the box.

The ruby on the sword glows with a strong red glow.

John understood what it was, and Neville, worthy of the Son of Prophecy, found it.

"Where did you find it?" John walked in, and there was a buzzing sound in his ears that wanted to affect him.

"In a room on the eighth floor, that thing will affect people, be careful!"

Neville almost rushed over with a startled cry when he saw John coming to the box.

John stopped him and motioned for him to be reassured.

Open the box, and inside is a sparkling crown encrusted with gemstones.

At the bottom of the crown, John saw a line of writing.

"Extraordinary wisdom is the greatest treasure of mankind."

He rubbed his fingers over the inscription and muttered, "Ravenclaw's crown." ”

Legend has it that the Ravenclaw crown possessed the ability to increase intelligence.

John looked at the crown, which had been crafted into a Horcrux with a constant hissing sound on it.

Parseltongue cavity.

It wanted to influence John, but it was a misconception.

John's soul could not be shaken.

Neville was able to resist this because John healed his parents.

If it was a state where his parents had an accident, Neville might be affected, but now Neville is happy and happy, and there are no thoughts of complaining.

The right hand is open, and a black thread peeks out of the fingertip.

Sensing the danger, the crown let out a soul-striking cry.

Neville almost fell, staggered against the wall, didn't put down the sword in his hand, and said bitterly, "John, what should I do?" ”

"Wait a minute, Neville," the crown struggled with death, and the black silk in John's hand wrapped around it, "now it's fine." ”

Neville covered his ears with his hands and wondered, "You made it." ”

"Thank you, Neville." John said.

The Soul Eater Charm he created naturally restrained Horcruxes, and if they were someone else, even Dumbledore would not be able to restrain Horcruxes like John.

Ravenclaw's crown is entangled, and John manipulates the Soul Eater Charm to enter the crown.

The hidden fragment of Voldemort's soul could not be brought out alive.

"It's the same as the Golden Cup." John put away the Eater of Souls.

The Horcruxes made by Voldemort, apart from Nagini, have the highest level of intelligence.

Like the golden cup and the crown, it is not directly revealed.

They hid.

"Interesting, if they are both self-conscious, what will happen to them when two soul fragments touch?"

John stared at the tiara, and he couldn't pull out the pieces inside.

He wanted to preserve them more than destroy them.

The relics of the Big Four, with the exception of the Sword of Gryffindor and the Slytherin Locket, are already in hand.

...

Harry felt that if he didn't have a training session, he would be really upset.

You need to learn every day under Umbridge's malicious eyes, and you need to be careful not to let your brain get into trouble.

At the same time he had an idea what if. The members of the Defence Against the Dark Arts have all received 'excellent' scores, so Umbridge's face should be wonderful.

Today they're going to start practicing the Patronus Charm.

This is a spell that even the Aurors don't have to have, and Professor Heard didn't think of teaching such a complex spell in the fifth year.

Approaching the last lesson before Easter.

Harry had already put Cho Chang in his heart, and he explained how to use the spell for everyone.

He reminded everyone that training the Patronus Charm can certainly protect oneself well, but the specific application still depends on the actual application results.

They practice in brightly lit classrooms, and their minds are full of cheerful and entertaining memories.

If you're dealing with Dementors, it's also a question of whether they can be summoned.

Qiu Zhang looked at the swan guardian he had summoned, his eyes full of obsession.

The Patronus is very beautiful indeed.

Lavender looked enviously at the swan, her patronus spell only a silver mist.

Hermione's Patronus is an otter.

The atmosphere was joyful and peaceful.

But this atmosphere disappeared with the opening of the door.

It was Dobby, his eyes widening in horror.

He'd come to report to Harry, but his status as a house-elf made him unable to speak.

Harry guessed and finally knew what was going on.

Someone has snitched, Umbridge is coming.

As soon as the news came out, everyone was stunned.

"What are you waiting for?" Harry yelled, "Run! ”

The members of the army scattered in groups of birds and beasts, and scrambled out of the gate.

It's just that when the door opened, an old woman in pink clothes happened to move a chair and sit there.

A boy in a Slytherin uniform next to him took a camera and kept taking pictures, and everyone who came out was photographed in the face.

In this way, even if it is useless to escape.

Harry ran out and was caught by the flash.

His face turned pale, but Umbridge laughed even more annoyingly and disgustingly.

No one thought that they would be served in one pot.

All of them were detained.

Locked up in a classroom.

Umbridge sat at the front, fiddling with the slender quill in his hand.

"Tell me, Harry Potter is the initiator."

Her voice rang out in the classroom.

The atmosphere was so oppressive that everyone had that quill on their desk.

Harry recognized it, and he had a scar on the back of his hand that still existed from the pen.

Umbridge came to a girl, her flabby-skinned face looking so terrible.

Hannah Abbott's tears fell from her eyes, which could not elicit Umbridge's sympathy, and she touched Hannah's head and asked in a snorting voice.

"Was Harry Potter the one who took the lead in building that place?"

Hannah shook her head with tears in her eyes.

Umbridge let out a contrived laugh and walked over to the other person.

This time it was Hermione.

"No one organized, we just passed through there." Hermione was the first to answer.

Umbridge looked at her and whispered, "You shouldn't have lied. ”

She looked at everyone again, and said in a loud voice, "You shouldn't be lying. ”

"I need you to transcribe some sentences until someone will come out and identify Harry Potter."

Harry glared at her, and Ron held his hand and whispered, "Dude, don't give her a chance to fire you." ”

They could all tell that Umbridge wanted them to identify Harry so she could fire Harry.

As long as they don't say it, then Umbridge can't help them.

After exchanging glances, they all made up their minds.

Umbridge told them to pick up a quill and start writing on the parchment.

"I want you to study hard and become useful people in the wizarding world."

Umbridge said with a smirked face, "Failed education has turned you into disobedient, lying students. ”

"I need you to write, I can't lie."

With that, she smiled.

"Write it." Seamus said unconvinced.

Grab a quill and swipe it on the parchment.

But as he wrote, he noticed that something was wrong.

Not only him, but the other students all let out gasps.

Bright red handwriting appeared on the back of the hand, as if carved into the skin.

Umbridge is like listening to a concert, sitting in a chair and listening with your eyes closed.

The students couldn't help but write, some broke down and sobbed, and some faced pained.

While Umbridge was enjoying the concert, the door to the classroom was opened.

It was Dumbledore.

...

Some people died, but not completely......