Harry Potter and The Invincible Bookworm

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The last exam is A History of Magic, which will not take place until the afternoon. Even with Hermione’s notes, it is not easy for the wizards to review, because Hermione’s notes stack up to 3 feet and a half.

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, some mentally and physically exhausted, and he wished 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 stupid, so many names can’t be remembered, and he always confuses the date.

Harris training class members have already started to have many people handing in their papers. Harry glanced dazzlingly. Hermione and Aaron had long since disappeared, apparently they had already left when he was thinking about the answer.

came back to his senses, Harry’s attention ran to the rustle of quill writing on the parchment, like many mice running and hiding. The sun was shining on the back of his head. He simply skipped the memory-confusing questions, and then looked for a question he could answer with confidence, and finally turned his attention to the tenth question: Please state which events led to the establishment of the International Wizards Federation, and explain Liechtenstein’s Reason why wizard refused to join.

Harry closed his eyes, buried his face in his hands, trying hard to remember, desperately remembering… The rustle of quill around 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 the Major Sect hall-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 wand in his hand…heard the cold, high-pitched voice saying: “Crucio!”

A man wriggling on the floor screamed in pain, tried to stand up, but twisted and fell. Harry was laughing. He raised the wand, the spell stopped, and the silhouette groaned and didn’t move anymore.

“Master Voldemort is waiting…”

The man on the floor trembled with trembling arms, slowly and slowly propped his shoulders from the ground a few inches, and raised his head. His face is haggard, bloodstained, 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 off for me first, Black…Do you think you already feel pain? Think about it…we have time, who I can’t hear your scream…”

However, when Voldemort put down the 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, scar seemed to be 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 get rid of Professor Tofordi, the old wizard had to help Harry to the outside hall under the gaze of the surrounding students In addition, he sympathized with Harry and said, “The pressure of the exam! Youngster, go have a glass of ice water.”

In the hallway to the Hogwarts library, Hermione was following Aaron with a regretful look, “You shouldn’t have let me come out with you so early, I only checked it the second time!”

Aaron seems a little helpless. Hermione feels very nervous every time she encounters an exam. “Don’t worry Hermione, I promise you can get O. These are only OWLs, Miss Know-it-all, you should be more confident about yourself, you Do you think you are no better than Bill or Percy of the Weasley Family?”

“How about 10000? Penelope is all excellent on NEWT, if I make a mistake on OWLs…hiccup…” Hermione was so nervous that she hiccuped by her thoughts.

“Cough cough…” The sudden sweet cough rescued Aaron who didn’t know what to say to comfort Hermione.

“Dolores?” Aaron looked in the direction of the sound source, and Hogwarts’ new headmaster Umbridge was standing by a decorative pillar and smiling at himself flatteringly.

“Professor Harris, please forgive me.” After a while, Umbridge finally made clear his true intentions. “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 just now, when Hermione heard this, Hermione couldn’t help but raise his hand to remind the new headmaster of his existence: “Sorry, Umbridge headmaster, the ancient magic class is an elective course that is fair to all those who are interested in improving themselves. Competent students are open. This is not a NEWT course. I think anyone can take it if they want, right?”

“Dolores, I think you heard it?” Aaron would not change the rules set by himself because of someone’s personal wishes, although based on his understanding, Harry would not be willing to come to his ancient magic class, because even the truth He persuaded Harry, but his loyalty to Dumbledore would also prevent him from making this decision himself.

Umbridge insisted that his smirk did not change. “Professor Harris, it is your class after all. I respect your decision, so I will bother you.” Umbridge coughed slightly, his sweet voice seemed to tell Aaron. She had no complaints about Aaron’s refusal.

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

Then, Hermione pulled Aaron with a cold face, “Let’s go Aaron, eh? Why is it 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 wanted to come to my elective course?” Aaron casually said a reason, but he didn’t tell Hermione In fact, when Umbridge was leaving, she couldn’t help but cursed mudblood female cousin in her heart when Umbridge was leaving. Although it was just a momentary emotional explosion, it was conspicuous enough to make Aaron notice this sentence in her heart. Insults to Hermione.

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

“Professor McGonagall, can you reach Headmaster Dumbledore? I have something very important to tell him.” Upon seeing 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 immediately, but you can also tell me the matter. I am also your head.”

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

“Potter, I know that your exam is under a lot of pressure. You don’t need to take seriously the threats of that fan toad, Dumbledore will definitely come back.” Professor McGonagall thought Harry had been threatened by Umbridge before and was worried about being afraid, so he comforted him.

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 mysterious department… Like the last dream, I felt It really happened!”

“I will contact the Order of the Phoenix, let them verify what you said, and see if they can contact Black.” Professor McGonagall solemnly pushed his glasses.

After speaking, she looked at Harry again, thinking of the possibility that Dumbledore had told the Order of the Phoenix members before, and couldn’t help but reminded: “Don’t worry too much, Kingsley Shacklebolt told us, Ministry of Magic What monitoring system has been installed since Arthur was attacked last time, and it’s still afternoon, it’s their working hours, you know who It shouldn’t be choose at this time to torture your godfather in the mysterious department .”

Harry’s attitude when seeing McGonagall was not even as nervous as when Arthur was attacked before, which made him very anxious: “Professor McGonagall, the mysterious Department of Things always looks 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 may fall into the deliberate illusion you know who creates Now, I suggest you go outdoors to bask in the sun to relax your nerves.” McGonagall obviously thinks that the situation is different this time. It is 5 pm and the Ministry of Magic is crowded with officials, but she still decided to believe it. Harry’s warning, try to contact Sirius Black or Order of the Phoenix, “What you just said, if I can’t contact Black, I’ll contact Kingsley to confirm it.”

Harry obviously didn’t do as Professor McGonagall ordered. McGonagall wanted him to continue practicing Occlumency’s persuasion, but he thought that the other party did not realize the seriousness of the incident. He decided to return to the common room of Gryffindor immediately to discuss the countermeasures with Ron.