The last exam was History of Magic, which would be held in the afternoon. Even with Hermione's notes, the wizards still had a hard time revising because Hermione's notes were stacked up to three and a half feet high.
When they walked into the examination room and sat down in front of the exam papers, they felt much calmer. After the intense revision and the consecutive exams, they could finally play as much as they wanted after this exam.
Harry felt that he had probably stayed up too late to revise and was mentally and physically exhausted. He couldn't wait for the exam to end so that he could go home and sleep. However, he stared at the first question for a long time before he finally wrote down an answer. His brain was slow and numb. He couldn't remember many people's names, and he kept mixing up the dates.
Many students from Harris's training class had started to hand in their papers. Harry glanced around and found that Hermione and Allen were nowhere to be seen. Apparently, they had left while he was trying to figure out the answers.
Harry came back to his senses and focused on the rustling of quills on the parchment paper. It sounded like rats running and hiding. The sun shone on the back of his head and made him feel hot. He skipped the questions that confused his memory and looked for a question that he could answer with confidence. Finally, he set his eyes on the tenth question. "Please state the events that led to the establishment of the International Union of Wizards and Wizards, and explain the reason why the wizards of Liechtenstein refused to join."
Harry closed his eyes and buried his face in his hands. He tried his best to remember. The rustling of quills around him never stopped, and the sand in the hourglass kept falling down.
He walked down the dark and cool corridor of the Department of Occult Affairs and walked through three doors with firm steps. Once again, he found himself in a cathedral-like room full of racks and balls.
A voice came out of his mouth. It was a cold, high-pitched voice, devoid of any human kindness.
"Get it for me. Quick, take it down. I can't touch it. You can."
Harry saw a pale, slender hand reaching out from the front of his arm. The hand was holding a wand. He heard the cold, high-pitched voice say, "Bone Piercing!"
A man wriggling on the floor screamed in pain. He tried to stand up, but he twisted and fell down. Harry was laughing. He raised his wand and the spell stopped. The figure moaned and moved no more.
"The Lord Voldemort is waiting …"
The man on the floor, his arms shaking, slowly lifted his shoulders a few inches off the floor and raised his head. His face was haggard, stained with blood, and twisted with pain, yet it carried an unyielding resoluteness …
"I'll do it eventually," the cold voice said. "But you have to take it off first, Blake … Do you think you can feel the pain? Think about it … We have all the time in the world, and no one will be able to hear your screams … "
However, just as the Lord Voldemort put down his wand, someone screamed and fell on the cold stone floor next to the hot table. Harry woke up as soon as he hit the ground. He was still screaming, and his scar seemed to be on fire. The auditorium suddenly appeared around him.
"I'm not going … I don't have to go to the school hospital … I don't want to …" Harry said in a hurry, trying to break free from Professor Tofudi. The old wizard had to help Harry out of the auditorium under the gaze of the surrounding students. He said to Harry sympathetically, "The pressure of the exam! Young man, go and have a glass of ice water. "
In the corridor to the Hogwarts Library, Hermione was following Allen with a face full of regret. "You shouldn't have let me come out with you so early. I only checked for the second time!"
Allen looked a little helpless. Hermione was particularly nervous every time there was an exam. "Don't worry, Hermione. I promise you'll get an O. This is just LS. Miss Know-It-All, you should be more confident in yourself. Do you think you can't beat Bill or Percy from the Weasley family? "
"What if? Penello got all the excellent grades on LS. If I make a mistake on LS … burp … "Hermione was so frightened by her own thoughts that she hiccupped nervously.
"Ahem …" The sudden sound of a sweet cough saved Allen, who didn't know what to say to comfort Hermione.
"Dolores?" Allen looked in the direction of the sound. The new principal of Hogwarts, Umrich, was standing next to a decorative column and smiling at him.
"Professor Harris, please forgive me." After a round of greetings, Umrich finally revealed her true intentions. "Professor Harris, I sincerely hope that you will seriously consider Harry's offer. Potter's application for your elective class. "
Although she felt that she was ignored by Umrich just now, Hermione couldn't help but raise her hand to remind the new principal of her existence. "I'm sorry, Principal Umrich. The Ancient Magic elective class is open to all students who are interested in improving their own strength. It's not a course. I think anyone can take it as long as they're willing, right?"
"Dolores, I think you heard that?" Allen wouldn't change the rules he set because of someone's personal wishes. According to his understanding, Harry shouldn't be willing to come to his Ancient Magic class. Because even if he persuaded Harry logically, his loyalty to Dumbledore would prevent him from making such a decision.
Umrich tried hard to hold back her fake smile. "Professor Harris, it's your class after all. I respect your decision. Sorry to bother you." Umrich coughed softly. Her sweet voice seemed to tell Allen that she didn't have any grudges against Allen's rejection.
However, Allen noticed that Umrich couldn't help but squint at Hermione the moment she turned around before leaving.
Then, Hermione pulled Allen's cold face. "Let's go, Allen. Hmm? Why are you so serious? "
"Ah, it's nothing. Let's go, Hermione. I'm just curious why she mentioned this. Did you hear Harry say that he wants to come to my elective class?" Allen casually gave a reason, but he didn't tell Hermione about it. In fact, when Umrich left, she couldn't help but curse Hermione in her heart. Although it was only a momentary outburst of emotion, it was enough for Allen to notice that she was cursing Hermione in her heart.
When Allen and Hermione arrived at the library, Harry had just left the examination hall when he ran up the marble stairs and down the corridor. The portraits and school ghosts next to him scolded him softly.
"Professor Mag, can you contact Principal Dumbledore? I have something very important to tell him. "Harry couldn't wait to ask Professor Mag when he saw him in the office.
"You have something to tell him?" Professor Mag repeated. "I'm sorry that I can't contact you immediately, but you can tell me about it. I'm your dean too."
Harry swallowed. How should he say it? In a moment of desperation, Harry blurted out, "I had a dream."
"Potter, I know you're under a lot of pressure during the exam. Don't take that pink toad's threat to heart. Dumbledore will definitely come back." Professor Mag thought Harry was worried because of Umrich's threat, so he consoled him.
Harry saw that Mag had misunderstood him and quickly explained, "But Professor — I dreamt that Sirius was caught by him in the Ministry of Magic, in the Department of Mysteries … Just like the previous dream, I felt that it really happened!"
"I'll contact the Order of the Phoenix and get them to verify what you said. See if they can contact Blake." Professor Mag adjusted his glasses solemnly.
After that, she looked at Harry again. She thought of the possibility that Dumbledore had told the members of the Order of the Phoenix before, and couldn't help but remind him, "Don't worry too much, Kingsley? Sarkel told us that the Ministry of Magic had installed some kind of surveillance system after Arthur was attacked. It's still afternoon now, which is their working hours. The mysterious man wouldn't choose to torture your godfather in the Department of Mysteries at this time. "
Harry saw that Mag wasn't as nervous as when Arthur was attacked, and that made him very anxious. "Professor Mag, the Department of Mysteries is like a no-man's land at all times! Maybe Lord Voldemort used an invisibility cloak … "
"Potter, although Professor Snape won't teach you the brain seal technique anymore, you can come to me to help you practice it if you want, although I'm not very good at it. Otherwise, you might fall into the illusion that the mysterious man deliberately created. Now, I suggest you go outside to get some sun and relax your nerves. " Mag obviously thought that the situation was different this time. It was five in the afternoon, and the Ministry of Magic was crowded with officials. However, she still decided to trust Harry's warning and try to contact Sirius? Blake or the Order of the Phoenix. "If I can't contact Blake, I'll contact Kingsley to verify what you said just now."
Harry obviously didn't do as Professor Mag said. Mag's persuasion of him to continue practicing the brain seal technique made him think that Mag didn't realize the seriousness of the matter. He decided to go back to Gryffindor's common room immediately to discuss with Ron about what to do.
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