Chapter 558： No man's land (modified, sincerely thank the leader of the night, drunk dreams no trace ...

The last exam is the history of magic, which will not take place until the afternoon. Even if there are Hermione's notes, the wizards are not easy to review, because Hermione's notes are stacked up to three and a half feet.

When they walked into the examination room and sat down facing the reversed test papers, their mood was calmed down. As long as they had gone through the intense examination and consecutive examinations, they would be free to play as long as they had finished the examination.

Harry felt that he was reviewing too late, and he was exhausted. He couldn't wait for the exam to end soon, so he could go back to sleep. But in poor condition, he stared at the first question for a long time, and finally wrote an answer slowly. His brain is dull and woody, and many names can't remember it, and he always confuses the date.

Many members of the Harris training class have started to confess, and Harry glanced at them. Hermione and Allen had long disappeared, obviously they had gone out when he was thinking about the answer.

Recalling, Harry's attention shifted to the rustling sound of the quill pen writing on the parchment, like many mice running and hiding. The sun shone hot in the back of his head. He simply skipped the questions with confusion, looked for a question he could answer with confidence, and finally set his sights on the tenth question: Please state which events 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, buried his face in his hands, and tried hard to recall, desperately recalling ... the rustling sound of the quill pen around the ears, the sand in the hourglass in front of it continued to leak ...

He walked again in the dark, cool corridor of the Department of Mystery, striding firmly and decisively through the three doors, and once again in a cathedral-like room full of shelves and **** ...

A voice came out of his own mouth, a cold, high voice, without the kindness of humanity ...

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

Harry saw a pale, slender hand stretched out from the front of his arm, holding a wand in his hand ... Hearing that cold, high voice said, "Drill your heart!"

A man wriggling on the floor gave a painful scream, trying to stand up, but wriggled and fell down. Harry was laughing. He raised his wand, the spell stopped, the figure groaned and stopped moving.

"Master Lord Voldemort is waiting ..."

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

"It must be done in the end," the cold voice said, "but you have to take it down for me first, Black ... do you think you have felt the pain? Think about it ... we have time, who I can't hear your scream ... "

However, as Voldemort lowered his wand, someone screamed, and someone screamed and fell on the cold slate floor beside the hot table. Harry woke up when he hit the ground, his mouth was still screaming, the scar was like a fire, and the auditorium suddenly appeared around him.

"I don't go ... I don't need to go to the school hospital ... I don't want to ..." Harry said hurriedly, trying to get rid of Professor Tofti, and the old wizard had to help Harry out with the attention of the students around him. Outside the hallway, he said to sympathy to Harry, "The pressure of the exam! Young man, go get a glass of ice water."

And in the hallway to the Hogwarts Library, Hermione was following behind Allen with regret, "You shouldn't let me come out with you so early, I only checked the second time!"

Allen seemed a little helpless, and Hermione seemed very nervous every time she met the exam. "Relax, Hermione, I promise you can get O. This is just OWLs, Miss Masterstone. You should be more confident about yourself, you Do you think you can't beat Bill or Percy of the Weasleys now? "

"What if? Penelope did all well on N.E.W.T. If I made a mistake on O.W.Ls ... hiccup ..." Hermione was so nervous that she hiccupped.

"Cough ..." The sudden sound of a sweet cough saved Alan who didn't know what to say to comfort Hermione.

"Dolores?" Allen looked in the direction of the sound source, and Hogwarts' new headmaster Umbridge was standing next to a decorative column and smiling at him with a pleased smile.

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

Although I felt I was ignored by Umbridge just now, I heard that Hermione could not help raising her hand to remind the new principal of his existence: "Sorry, Principal Umbridge, this elective course of ancient magic is fair It is open to all students who are interested in improving their own strength. This is not a NEWT course. I think anyone can choose it as long as they want it? "

"Dolores, I think you heard it?" Allen will not change his own rules at will because of someone's personal wishes, although according to his understanding Harry should not be willing to come to his ancient magic class Yes, because even if he had reasoned to convince Harry, his loyalty to Dumbledore would prevent him from making such a decision himself.

Umbridge insisted that his smirk would not change, "Professor Harris, after all, it is your class, I respect your decision, so bother." Umbridge coughed lightly, sweet 'S voice seemed to be telling Alan that she had no qualms about Alan's rejection.

But Allen noticed that Umbridge couldn't help squinting at Hermione when he turned around, and then left.

Then Hermione pulled Allen with a cold face. "Come on Allen, 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 you want to come to my elective class?" Alan casually said a reason, but he I did n’t tell Hermione. In fact, Umbridge just could n’t help but scolded her muddy female face to Hermione when she left. Although the emotion broke out just for a moment, it was enough. Conspicuously made Allen notice this insult to Hermione in her heart.

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

"Professor McGonagall, can you contact President Dumbledore? I have something important to tell him." Harry asked when 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 about it. 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 pressure is great. Don't worry about the threat of that pink toad, Dumbledore will definitely come back." Professor McGonagall thought Harry was threatened by Umbridge before. Feared, so he persuaded.

Harry misunderstood McGonagall and hurriedly explained: "But Professor-I dreamed that Sirius was caught by him, still in the Ministry of Magic, or in the Department of Mysteries ... Just like the last dream, I Feel it really happened! And I can't reach him! "

"I will contact Phoenix ~ www.novelhall.com ~ Let them confirm what you said and see if they can contact Black." Professor McGonagall pushed his glasses seriously.

When she was finished, she looked at Harry again, thinking of the possibility Dumbledore had previously told the members of the Order of the Phoenix, but could n’t help but remind: “Do n’t worry too much, Kingsley Shackle told We, the Ministry of Magic have installed a monitoring system since the last attack on Arthur, and it is still in the afternoon, it is their working time. The mysterious person should not choose to torture you in the mystery department without any care at this time. Godfather. "

Harry saw that McGonagall ’s attitude was not even as tense as when Arthur was attacked, which made him very anxious: "Professor McGonagall, the Division of Mysteries is like no man ’s land at any time! Maybe Voldemort used an invisibility cloak ... "

"Potter, although Professor Snape will not teach you Occlusion anymore, you can come to me to help you practice if you want, although I am not very good at this. Otherwise, you will most likely fall into a mysterious person deliberately. In the illusion of making. Now, I suggest that you go out to bask in the sun and relax your nerves. "McGonagall obviously thinks this time is different from before. It is now at 5 pm and the Ministry of Magic is full of officials, but she Still decided to believe Harry's warning and try to contact Sirius? Black or The Phoenix, "What you just said, if I can't reach Black either, I will contact Kingsley to confirm."

And Harry obviously did not do as Professor McGonagall instructed. McGonagall wanted him to continue practicing the practice of Occlusion and instead made him think that the other party did not realize the seriousness of the incident. He decided to return to Gryffindor ’s public immediately. Find Ron in the lounge to discuss countermeasures.