Chapter 558: No Man’s Land (Modified, Sincere Thanks to Leader Yezui Mengwuhen)

The last exam is History of Magic, which won't be held until the afternoon. Even with Hermione's notes, it was not easy for wizards to review them, because the stack of Hermione's notes was as high as three and a half feet.

When they walked into the examination room and sat down facing the test papers with their backs turned, they felt calmer. After experiencing intense review and successive examinations, as long as they finished this exam, they could have fun as much as they wanted.

Harry felt that he might have been studying too late and was a little exhausted. He wished that the exam would be over soon and he could go back to sleep. But he was in a bad state and stared at the first question for a long time, and finally wrote down an answer slowly. His brain was dull and dull, and he could not recall many names, and he kept getting dates mixed up.

Many members of the Harris training class had begun to hand in their papers one after another. Harry glanced around and saw that Hermione and Allen had long disappeared. They had obviously gone out when he was just pondering the answer.

After coming back to his senses, Harry's attention turned to the rustle of quills writing on parchment, like many mice running and hiding. The sun burned the back of his head. He simply skipped the questions that confused his memory, and looked for a question that he could answer with confidence, and finally set his sights on question ten: Please state the events that led to the establishment of the International Federation of Wizards, and explain Liechtenstein's The reason why the wizard refused to join.

Harry closed his eyes and buried his face in his hands, trying to remember, trying to remember... The rustling of quills could be heard all around him, and the sand grains in the hourglass in front of him continued to leak...

He walked down the dark, cool corridors of the Department of Mysteries again, passed through three doors with firm and decisive steps, and once again found himself in a cathedral-like room full of shelves and spheres...

A voice came out of his own mouth, a cold, high-pitched voice without any 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 stretching out from the front of his arm, holding a wand in it... and heard the cold, high-pitched voice say: "Cruciato!"

A man squirming on the floor screamed in agony, trying to stand up, only to squirm and fall. Harry was laughing. He raised his wand and the spell ceased, the figure groaned and never moved again.

"Lord Voldemort is waiting..."

The man on the floor, with trembling arms, slowly raised his shoulders a few inches from the ground and raised his head. His face was haggard, stained with blood, and twisted with pain, but it carried unyielding fortitude...

"It will definitely happen in the end," the cold voice said, "but you have to take it off first, Blake... Do you think you feel the pain already? Think about it... We have plenty of time, who I can’t hear your screams either…”

However, just when Voldemort put down his wand, someone screamed, and someone screamed and fell to the cold stone floor next to the hot table. Harry woke up as he hit the ground, still screaming, his scar on fire, and the Great Hall 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 and indistinctly, trying to get away from Professor Tofty. The old wizard had to help Harry outside under the gaze of the surrounding students. Outside the entrance hall, he said sympathetically to Harry, "The pressure of exams! Young man, go get a glass of ice water."

And in the corridor to the Hogwarts library, Hermione was following Allen with a look of regret on her face, "You shouldn't have asked me to come out with you so early, I just checked it a second time!"

Allen looked a little helpless, and Hermione seemed particularly nervous every time she faced an exam, "Don't worry Hermione, I guarantee you can get an O. These are just O.W.Ls. Miss Know-it-all, you should be more confident in yourself. You Do you think you are no better than Bill or Percy of the Weasley family now?"

"What if? Penelo got all excellent in N.E.W.T. If I make a mistake in O.W.Ls... hiccup..." Hermione was so frightened by her own thoughts that she burped nervously.

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

"Dolores?" Allen looked in the direction of the source of the sound. Umbridge, the new principal of Hogwarts, was standing next to a decorative pillar and smiling ingratiatingly at him.

"Professor Harris, please forgive me." After a while of pleasantries, Umbridge finally stated her true intention, "Professor Harris, I sincerely hope that you will seriously consider Harry Potter's application for your elective course. "

Although she felt that she had been ignored by Umbridge just now, when she heard this, Hermione couldn't help raising her hand to remind the new principal of her presence: "I'm sorry, Principal Umbridge, the ancient magic course is a fair elective course. It is open to all students who are interested in improving their own abilities. This is not a N.E.W.T course. I think anyone can take it as an elective if they are willing, right?"

"Dolores, I think you heard me?" Allen will not change the rules he has set at will because of someone's personal wishes, although based on his understanding, Harry should not be willing to come to his ancient magic class. Yes, because even if Harry is convinced by reason, his loyalty to Dumbledore will prevent him from making this decision on his own.

Umbridge forced her fake smile not to change, "Professor Harris, after all, this is your class, and I respect your decision, so excuse me for disturbing you." Umbridge coughed lightly, sweetly Her voice seemed to be telling Allen that she had no grudge against Allen's rejection.

But Alan noticed that Umbridge couldn't help but narrowed her eyes and glanced at Hermione when she turned around, and then left.

Then, Hermione pulled Allen, who had a cold face, and said, "Let's go, Allen? 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 wanted to take my elective course?" Allen said a reason casually, but he What I didn't tell Hermione was that Umbridge couldn't help but cursed Hermione in her heart just now when she was leaving. Although it was just a momentary emotional outburst that she couldn't help but it was enough. It was so conspicuous that Ellen noticed this insult to Hermione in her heart.

When Alan and Hermione arrived in the library, Harry had just left the examination hall and ran up the marble stairs and ran along the corridor, causing the portraits and school ghosts nearby to scold him in low voices.

"Professor McGonagall, can you contact Principal Dumbledore? I have something very important to tell him." Harry asked impatiently as soon as he saw Professor McGonagall in the office.

"You have something to tell Albus?" Professor McGonagall repeated, "I'm sorry that I can't get you in touch right away, but you can also tell me something. I'm also your Head of House."

Harry gulped - what should I say? In desperation, Harry blurted out, "I had a dream."

"Potter, I know you are under a lot of pressure in exams. Don't take the threats from that pink toad to heart. Dumbledore will definitely come back." Professor McGonagall was worried because she thought Harry had been threatened by Umbridge. He was afraid, so he comforted him.

Seeing McGonagall's misunderstanding, Harry hurriedly explained: "But Professor - I dreamed that Sirius was caught by him, still in the Ministry of Magic, or in the Department of Mysteries... It was the same as the last time. It feels like it's really happening! And I can't reach him!"

"I will contact the Order of the Phoenix, UU Reading www.uukanshu.net and ask them to confirm what you said and see if they can contact Black." Professor McGonagall then looked solemnly and pushed up her glasses.

After saying that, she looked at Harry again, thinking 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 Shacklebolt told him We, the Ministry of Magic, have installed some kind of surveillance system since Arthur was attacked last time. It is still afternoon and it is their working time. The mysterious person should not choose to torture you in the Department of Mysteries at this time without any scruples. 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 Mysteries is like no man's land at all times! Maybe Voldemort used an invisibility cloak." …”

"Potter, although Professor Snape is no longer willing to teach you Occlumency, you can come to me to help you practice if you are willing, although I am not very good at it. Otherwise, you are likely to fall into the mysterious person's deliberate Now, I suggest you go outside to bask in the sun and relax your nerves." McGonagall obviously thought that the situation this time was different from before. It was now 5 o'clock in the afternoon, and the Ministry of Magic was crowded with officials, but she Or decided to believe Harry's warning and try to contact Sirius Black or the Order of the Phoenix, "What you just said, if I can't contact Black, I will contact Kingsley to confirm it."

Harry obviously did not follow Professor McGonagall's instructions. McGonagall's persuasion to continue practicing Occlumency made him think that the other party did not realize the seriousness of the incident, so he decided to return to Gryffindor's public hall immediately. Find Ron in the lounge to discuss countermeasures.