Hogwarts Everything is Three

The last exam is the history of magic, which won’t take place until the afternoon. Even with Hermione's notes, it was not easy for the wizards to review, because Hermione's notes were stacked up to three and a half feet.

When they walked into the examination room and sat down facing the buckled test papers, their moods became calmer. After the intense review and successive examinations, they could play freely as long as they finished the test.

Harry felt that he was probably too late to review his studies and was a little exhausted. He was anxious that the exam would be over quickly so he could go back to sleep. But in a bad state, he stared at the first question for a long time, and finally wrote down an answer slowly. His brain is dull and stupefied, many names can't be remembered, and he always confuses the date.

Many members of the Harris intensive training class have already started to hand in papers. Harry glanced around, and Hermione and Allen had long since disappeared, apparently they had already left when he was thinking about the answer.

After returning to his senses, Harry's attention ran to the rustle of the surrounding quill pen writing on the parchment, like many mice running and hiding. The sun shone on the back of his head. He simply skipped the questions about the confusion of memory, and then looked for a question he was sure to answer, and finally turned his attention to the tenth question: Please state which events led to the establishment of the International Wizarding Federation, and explain Liechtenstein’s The reason the wizard refused to join.

Harry closed his eyes, buried his face in his hands, trying hard to remember, desperately remembering... the rustling of the surrounding quill was endless, and the sand in the hourglass in front of him kept leaking...

He walked again in the dark and cool corridor of the Department of Mysteries, resolutely and decisively through the three doors, once again in a cathedral-like room full of shelves and spheres...

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

"Get it for me... quickly, take it down... I can't touch it... you can touch it..."

Harry saw a pale, slender hand stretched out from the front of his arm, holding a magic wand...heard the cold, high-pitched voice saying, "Bone cut!"

A man wriggling on the floor screamed in pain, tried to stand up, but twisted and fell. Harry was laughing. He raised his wand, the curse stopped, and the figure groaned, not moving anymore.

"Master Voldemort is waiting..."

The man on the floor trembled with trembling arms, slowly and slowly supported his shoulders from the ground for a few inches, and raised his head. His face was haggard, blood-stained, distorted by pain, but with unyielding fortitude...

"I will definitely do it in the end," the cold voice said, "but you have to take it down for me first, Blake... Do you think you already feel pain? Think about it... We have time, who I can't hear your scream..."

However, just as Voldemort put down his wand, someone screamed, and someone screamed and fell to the cold slate floor beside the hot table. Harry woke up after hitting the ground, still screaming in his mouth, scars on fire, and the auditorium suddenly appeared around him.

"I'm not going... I don't need to go to the school hospital... I don't want to..." Harry said hurriedly, wanting to free himself from Professor Tofordi, the old wizard had to help Harry out under the gaze of the surrounding students Outside the hall, he sympathetically said to Harry, "The pressure of the exam! Young man, go have a glass of ice water."

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

Allen looked a little helpless, Hermione seemed very nervous every time she encountered an exam, "Don't worry Hermione, I guarantee you can get O. These are only OWLs, Miss Know-all, you should be more confident in yourself, you Do you think you are no better than Weasley’s Bill or Percy?"

"What if? Penello is all excellent on N.E.W.T. If I make a mistake on O.W.Ls...hiccup..." Hermione was so nervous that she hiccuped by her thoughts.

"Ahem..." The sudden sweet cough rescued Ellen who didn't know what to say to comfort Hermione.

"Dolores?" Allen looked in the direction of the sound source, and Umbridge, the new headmaster of Hogwarts, was standing by a decorative pillar and smiling at himself in kind.

"Professor Harris, please forgive me," Umbridge finally clarified his true intentions after a while. "Professor Harris, I sincerely hope that you will seriously consider Harry Potter's application for your elective course. "

Although I felt I was ignored by Umbridge, Hermione couldn't help but raise her hand to remind the new principal of her existence: "Sorry, principal Umbridge, the elective course of ancient magic is fair. The ground is open to all students who are interested in improving their own strength. This is not a NEWT course. I think anyone can take it if they want, right?"

"Dolores, I think you heard it?" Alan would not change the rules he set at will because of someone's personal wishes, although according to his understanding, Harry would not be willing to come to his ancient magic lesson. Yes, because even if Harry was persuaded theoretically, his loyalty to Dumbledore would prevent him from making such a decision.

Umbridge tried hard to keep his smirk from changing, "Professor Harris, it's your class after all. I respect your decision, so I'll bother you." Umbridge coughed lightly, sweet and greasy. The voice seemed to tell Ellen that she had no complaints about Ellen’s refusal.

But Allen noticed that Umbridge couldn't help but squinted at Hermione the moment he turned around, and then left.

Then, Hermione pulled Alan with a cold face, "Let's go Alan, eh? Why is it so serious?"

"Ah, it's nothing, let's go Hermione, I'm just curious why she mentioned it, have you heard Harry say he wants to come to my elective course?" Allen casually said a reason, but he I didn’t tell Hermione. In fact, Umbridge couldn’t help but cursed a Mudblood female cousin at Hermione when he was leaving. Although it was just a momentary emotional outburst, it was enough. It was so conspicuous that Allen noticed the insult to Hermione in her heart.

When Alan and Hermione arrived at the library, Harry had just left the exam hall and ran up the marble stairs and dashed down the corridor, causing the portraits and the ghosts of the college nearby to scold him in a low voice.

"Professor McGonagall, can you contact President Dumbledore? I have something very important to tell him." Harry couldn't wait to ask as soon as he saw Professor McGonagall in the office.

"Something to tell Albus?" Professor McGonagall repeated, "I'm sorry I can't get you in touch immediately, but you can also tell me the matter. I am also your dean."

Harry swallowed—what should I say? In a hurry, Harry blurted out, "I had a dream."

"Potter, I know your exam is very stressful. You don't have to take the threats of that pink toad to heart. Dumbledore will definitely come back." Professor McGonagall thought Harry was threatened by Umbridge before. Feared, so he comforted.

Seeing McGonagall’s misunderstanding, Harry hurriedly explained: “But the professor—I dreamed that Sirius was caught by him. It was still in the Ministry of Magic, or in the Department of Mysteries... The same dream as I was last time. I feel that it really happened! And I can't reach him!"

"I will contact the Order of the Phoenix~www.NovelMTL.com~ and ask them to verify what you said and see if they can contact Black." Professor McGonagall solemnly pushed his glasses.

After that, she looked at Harry again, thinking of the possibility that Dumbledore had said to the members of the Order of the Phoenix before, and couldn't help but reminded: "Don't worry too much, Kingsley Shaker told We, the Ministry of Magic has installed any monitoring system since Arthur was attacked last time, and it’s still afternoon, it’s their working hours. The mysterious people should not choose to torture you in the Department of Mysteries without any scruples at this time. Godfather."

Harry saw that McGonagall's attitude was not even as nervous as when Arthur was attacked before, which made him very anxious: "Professor McGonagall, the Department of Mystery is always like no man's land! Maybe Voldemort used an invisibility cloak. ..."

"Potter, although Professor Snape will not teach you Occlumency anymore, you can come to me to help you practice if you want, although I am not very good at it. Otherwise, you are likely to fall into a mysterious person deliberately In the illusion created. Now, I suggest you go out in the sun to relax your nerves.” McGonagall obviously thinks that the situation is different from before. It is 5 pm and the Ministry of Magic is full of officials, but she I still decided to believe Harry’s warning and tried to contact Sirius Black or the Order of the Phoenix, "If I can’t contact Black for what you just said, I will contact Kingsley to confirm it."

Harry obviously did not do what Professor McGonagall ordered. McGonagall wanted him to continue to practice Occlumency. Instead, he thought that the other party did not realize the seriousness of the incident. He decided to return to Gryffindor’s public immediately. The lounge talked to Ron about countermeasures.