HP Magic Biography

In fact, Harry didn't fall asleep, and he slowly lay restless on the bed for three hours, brooding on the appalling means of revenge.

But limited by imagination, until the end, Harry couldn't think of any good way to be worthy of what the Ministry of Magic did.

Their final exam, History of Magic, did not start until the afternoon. As much as Harry wanted to go back to bed after breakfast, he spent the last minute studying on the grounds before his exams, so he held his head in the common room, trying to hold onto the three-and-a-half-inch penis that Hermione had bequeathed him. Read the notes again without falling asleep.

It was a difficult thing to do, and luckily Harry persevered, even though it made him sad as hell.

The fifth grade entered the hall at two o'clock, and their exam papers were spread out in front of them. Harry was tired. He'd just started wishing it would be over, so that he could go off to sleep, and then tomorrow, he and Ron would go to a Quidditch match - he was going to fly on Ron's broom - to get away from his revision.

Too bad the rocket crossbow wasn't returned, even without Umbridge...

Open your exam papers, said Professor Marchbank at the front of the hall, turning over the hourglass, you can start now.

Harry started to answer the first question. But he didn't come up with a word after he thought for several seconds, only a buzzing bee was there to disturb his thoughts. Slowly and tortuously, he finally started to write the answer. He found it difficult to remember the jumble of names and dates.

He just skipped question 4 (from your point of view, talk about whether the goblin rebellion in the 8th century was caused by better laws governing wands), considering that he would have time to go back in the end. He tried to answer the fifth question (how many secret decrees were issued in 749 to prevent multiple standards of measurement units) but he had a picky guess that he missed a few points; he had a feeling that vampires should be in some place appeared. He looked up for a question he could answer cleanly and his eyes landed on the number 0 (describe the establishment of the World Federation of Wizards and explain why wizards in Liechtenstein objected to joining?)

I know that, thought Harry, now looking up at the large hourglass on the table next to Professor Marchbank. He was sitting behind Parvadee Patil on the left, her long black hair covering the back of her desk. Once or twice he caught when she shook her head and he saw a faint golden flash, and he had to tap his head lightly to wake up. All the quills around Harry wanted to race and write on the parchment, tearing holes. The sun was hot on the back of his head.

What did the World Federation of Wizards do to wizards in Liechtenstein?

Harry had the feeling that something was swirling in his head. He stared blankly at the back of Parvati's head again.

If he wants to answer the Liechtenstein question perfectly,

So he just had to open a window in the back of her head to see what was the cause of the spiraling rift that caused the World Federation of Wizards and the wizards of Liechtenstein?

Harry closed his eyes and buried his hands in them, trying to darken and cool the sun-burned eyelids.

The World Confederation of Wizards had hoped to prevent the hunting of giants and give them power. But Liechtenstein has long been plagued by a particularly brutal tribe of giants in the mountains.

This is it. He opened his eyes; they stared at the burning white parchment. Slowly, he wrote two lines about giants, and then quickly read them. That didn't seem very rich and detailed, but Harry must have written page after page of The Federation in Hermione's notes.

He closed his eyes again and tried to think about them, the first meeting of the Federation in France, yes, he had written that the goblin tried to attend and was expelled. He also wrote. Is anyone from Liechtenstein participating?

Think, he told himself, putting his face on his hands while everyone around him was writing and the sand in the hourglass in front of him was still draining.

Once again he walked down the cold, dark corridor leading to the Department of Mysteries, walking steadily and regularly, with the occasional jog, until he finally decided he had reached his destination.

The black door swung open for him as usual, and he stood in a circular room with many portals. Straight up the stone steps and through the second door, the lights ticking mechanically on the walls and floor, but there was no time to visit, he had to be quick.

He took the last few steps to the third door, which was ajar for him like the others. He was once again in the big room full of shelves and glass balls, and his heart was beating fast now. He's going there this time.

When he reaches the number 97 he walks left in the hallway between the two rows. But at the end of the floor there was a shadow, a black shadow that moved across the floor like a wounded animal.

Harry's stomach constricted with fear and excitement. A voice came out of his own mouth, a high, cold and completely inhuman voice.

Give me that. Put it down, now, I can't touch him, but you can.

The dark figure on the floor moved. Harry saw himself clutching a wand in a hand with thin white fingers, and heard a high, cold voice say, Crucio!

The man on the ground screamed in pain, tried to stand up but fell violently. Harry was laughing. He raised his wand, the spell stopped and the moaning of the figure died down.

Voldemort is waiting Slowly, his hands trembling, the man on the ground lifted his shoulders an inch or two and raised his head. His face was bloodstained and haggard, yet contorted from pain with a defiant fortitude.

You have to kill me, Sirius whispered.

I'll definitely do it in the end, said the grim voice, but you gotta get me something first, Blake. Do you want more pain? Think again. We've got hours And no one can hear you scream.

But someone screamed when Voldemort raised his wand again. Someone yelled and pushed the hot table onto the cold stone floor. But when Harry hit the ground he was wide awake but still screaming, his scar was on fire and the whole hall was around him looking at him like a psycho, only his roommate Know what that means.

...

I'm not going, I don't need to go to a hospital ward, I don't want to— Harry was trying his best to persuade Professor Sinistra to stay away from him. At this point Professor Sinistra was leading Harry across the hall, under the watchful eyes of the surrounding students, who was looking at Harry with more concern than usual.

I'm fine, sir, stammered Harry, wiping the sweat off his face, I just fell asleep and had a bad dream.

The pressure of the exam! said the old wizard in a pitiful tone, patting Harry's shoulder weakly with his hand, it's over, young man, it's over, now, have a refreshing drink, you may be almost ready Go back to the hall. The exam is almost over, but have you answered the last question perfectly?

Yeah, said Harry savagely, I mean I think I did my best.

Very good, very good, the old wizard said softly, I have to go and take away your test paper, I suggest you lie down for a while.

I will. Harry nodded vigorously, Thank you very much!

The second the old man's heels disappeared in the hall, Harry jumped up the marble steps and ran swiftly along the corridors of muttering portraits, up several steps in one step, like a violent The hurricane rushed to the door of the hospital ward, causing Madam Pomfrey, who was pouring a blue liquid into Walton's mouth wide open, to yell warningly: Potter, what do you think you're doing?

I need to see Professor McGonagall, Harry gasped, the air tearing at his lungs, now, it's urgent.

She's not here, Potter. Madam Pomfrey said sadly, Earlier this morning, she was transferred to St. Mungo's Asylum for Magic and Magic. Four stun spells hit her in the chest together. At her age, there is no killing It was a miracle that she died.

She's—already gone? Harry said in shock. The bell rang outside the dormitory, and he could hear the usual rumble of students coming out of the classroom and into the hallway on the far floor. He was still staring at Madam Pomfrey, his inner fear rising. There's no one here to tell them anything. Dumbledore was gone. Hagrid was gone. Fan Lin and Hermione also left.

But he always wanted Professor McGonagall to be here, irascible and stubborn as she could be, but always a solid backing to rely on.

I'm not surprised by your shock, Potter, said Madam Pomfrey, with a look of vehement approval on her face, if they dared to do it in daylight they would probably have been killed by Minerva McGonagall. Knocked out. Cowards! That's why they do it, despicable cowards! If I wasn't worried about what you students would do without me, I would have resigned.

Yes. Harry said flatly. He wandered out of the ward and came to the corridor where he was, and was bumped back and forth by the crowd, and the panic spread in his body like a poisonous gas, so that his head began to feel dizzy and he couldn't think about what to do.

The voices of Fan Lin and Hermione suddenly appeared in his mind, don't stay away from friends...

Harry was running again, charging at the students to make way for him, ignoring their angry protests. He ran back two floors when he saw them hurrying towards him at the marble landing.

Harry, said Ron immediately, looking terrified, what happened? How are you? Are you sick? Where have you been?

The barrage of questions made Harry uncomfortable, but Harry was very relieved that Ron was much more useful than before, at least he could come up with some good ideas.

Come with me. Harry said quickly, Come in. I want to tell you something. He led the powder through the corridor on the first floor, and he led them through the corridor on the first floor, warily. He walked through the door, and finally found an empty classroom and rushed in, closing the door the moment Ron entered, leaning against the door, facing him and saying, Voldemort has captured Sirius.

What? Ron asked in disbelief.

how do you--

Saw it. Just now, when I fell asleep during the exam.

But-but where? How did it happen? Just like Dad? Ron's face was full of fear. Obviously, Mr. Weasley's incident had cast a big enough shadow on Ron.

I don't know, said Harry, but I do know the exact location, it's a room at the Ministry of Magic full of shelves of glass globes, they're at the end of row 97, and he's trying to use Sirius to get one of his What he wants out of there, he's torturing him, threatening to kill him and finish him off.

Harry found his voice and his knees shaking. He pulled up a chair and sat down trying to control himself.

How do we get there? Harry asked Ron. A moment of silence. Then Ron said, Go-to where?

Go to the Department of Mysteries so we can save Sirius. Harry called loudly.

But, Harry. Ron said feebly.

What? What? said Harry. He couldn't understand why Ron was staring at him like he was saying something incredible.

Harry Ron expressed in a voice that was almost trembling: Uh, what? How did Voldemort sneak into the Ministry of Magic without anyone realizing he was there?

How would I know! Harry growled, The question is how do we get in! Besides, as Fan Lin said, he was there last time, last time!

But, Harry... no one can find him, if he can sneak into the Ministry of Magic... Ron said, as a person who has lived in the magical world since he was a child, Ron's understanding of the Ministry of Magic is obviously more pure.

Ron hesitated for a moment, as if he was thinking about how to explain the incredibleness of this to Harry, and then took a step towards him, It's 5 pm, normally at this time, the Ministry of Magic is usually full of people , if I where, so... how could Voldemort and Sirius break in without being seen? Harry, they are the most wanted wizards in the world, you think they can break into a crowded building. A building full of Aurors and not being seen? Especially when the Aurors are crazy and everyone knows both of them!

I don't know, maybe Voldemort used an Invisibility Cloak or something! Harry exclaimed, Anyway, I always see the Department of Mysteries being completely empty at all times.

You've never been there, Harry! said Ron hesitantly, I promise you, you've never left here, you've only dreamed about that place.

That's no ordinary dream! Harry yelled in Ron's face, standing up and taking a step towards Ron, How do you explain your dad? That explains everything, otherwise how would I know him What happened?

Oh, maybe, you're right... Ron looked at Harry quietly and said, but thinking of Dumbledore's explanation, Ron had to calm himself down and think again.

Oh yes, maybe Sirius will be sent on a mission by Dumbledore, just like my dad... But, not now... Harry, the defense of the important departments of the Ministry of Magic is much stronger than you think, Just like what Fan Lin always said... The magic circle will detect the entry and exit of people not belonging to the Ministry of Magic immediately. Even Dumbledore can't leave any traces... I am willing to believe you, I swear, but...