Chapter 558 No Man's Land (Modified, Sincere Thanks to Leader Ye Zui Meng Wuhen)

The last exam, History of Magic, was not due until the afternoon. Even with Hermione's notes, wizards had a hard time reviewing them, because Hermione's notes stacked up to three and a half feet high.

When they walked into the examination room and sat down facing the reversed test papers, their moods were calm instead. After going through the intense review and successive exams, they can play freely as long as they finish this exam.

Harry felt that he probably studied too late, and he was exhausted physically and mentally. He wished that the exam would be over quickly so that 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 was dull and dull, he couldn't remember many names, and he always got dates mixed up.

Many members of the Harris training class have started to hand in their papers one after another. Harry glanced around, and Hermione and Allen had long since disappeared. Obviously, he had already gone out when he was pondering the answer just now.

Coming back to himself, Harry's attention went to the rustling of quills on the parchment around him, like many mice running and hiding. The sun was burning the back of his head. He simply skipped over the questions that confused his memory, looked for a question that he could answer with confidence, and finally set his sights on the tenth question: Please state what events led to the establishment of the International Federation of Wizards, and explain the Liechtenstein The reason wizards refuse to join.

Harry closed his eyes, buried his face in his hands, tried to remember, tried to remember... the rustle of quills around him was endless, and the sand in the hourglass in front of him kept leaking...

He walked down the dark, cool corridors of the Department of Mysteries again, through the three doors with firm, resolute steps, and was again in the cathedral-like room of shelves and orbs...

A voice came out of his own mouth, a cold, high-pitched voice, devoid of any human kindness...

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

Harry saw a long, pale hand sticking out of the end of his own arm, clutching his wand... and heard the cold, high-pitched voice say, "Crucio!"

A man wriggling on the floor screamed in pain, tried to stand up, but fell writhing and fell. Harry was laughing. He raised his wand, the spell stopped, and the figure groaned and did not move again.

"Lord Voldemort is waiting..."

The man on the floor, arms trembling, lifted his shoulders a few inches off the ground, very slowly, and raised his head. His face was haggard, bloodstained, twisted with pain, but with unyielding fortitude...

"It's definitely going to be done eventually," said the cold voice, "but you've got to take it off for me, Blake... do you think you're feeling the pain? Think about it... We've got plenty of time, who I can't hear you screaming..."

However, just as Voldemort lowered his wand, someone screamed, and someone screamed and fell to the cold stone floor beside the hot table. Harry woke up when he hit the ground, still screaming, his scar on fire, and the Hall suddenly appeared around him.

"I won't go...I don't need to go to the school hospital...I don't want to..." Harry said hurriedly, trying to break away from Professor Tofty, the old wizard had no choice but to help Harry go outside under the eyes of the surrounding students Outside the hall, he said sympathetically to Harry, "The pressure of the exam! 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 remorse, "You shouldn't have let me come out with you so early, I only checked it a second time!"

Allen seemed a little helpless, and Hermione seemed very nervous every time she met an exam, "Don't worry Hermione, I guarantee you can get an O. This is just O.W.Ls, Miss Know-It-All, you should be more confident in yourself, you Think you're no better than Bill or Percy of the Weasleys right now?"

"What if? Penello got all excellent in N.E.W.T.

If I make a mistake on the O.W.Ls... hiccup..." Hermione hiccupped nervously at her own thoughts.

"Ahem..." The sudden sweet coughing sound saved Alan who didn't know what to say to comfort Hermione.

"Dolores?" Allen looked in the direction of the sound source. The new headmaster of Hogwarts, Umbridge, was standing next to a decorative pillar, smiling flatteringly at himself.

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

Although I felt ignored by Umbridge just now, Hermione couldn't help but raise her hand to remind the new headmaster of her existence: "Sorry, Headmaster Umbridge, Ancient Magic is a fair elective course. It is open to all students who are interested in improving their own strength, this is not a N.E.W.T course, I think anyone can take it if they want, right?"

"Dolores, I think you heard me?" Allen will not change the rules he set at will because of someone's personal wishes, although according to his understanding, Harry should not be willing to attend his ancient magic class Yes, because even if Harry was persuaded by reason, his loyalty to Dumbledore would prevent him from making such a decision himself.

Umbridge tried hard to keep his smirk from changing, "Professor Harris, it's your class after all, I respect your decision, so please excuse me." Umbridge coughed lightly, sweet The voice seemed to be telling Alan that she had no grudges against Alan's rejection.

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

Then, Hermione pulled Alan with a cold face, "Let's go Alan, huh? 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 come to my elective class?" Allen said a reason casually, but he Didn't tell Hermione about it. In fact, when Umbridge left just now, he couldn't help scolding Hermione for a mudblood cousin. Although it was just a momentary emotional outburst, it was enough. It was so conspicuous that Alan noticed the insult to Hermione in her heart.

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

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

"Have something to tell Albus?" Professor McGonagall repeated, "I'm sorry I can't get you in touch right away, but you can also tell me something, and I'm your dean too."

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

"Potter, I know your exams are very stressful, don't take those threats from that pink toad to heart, Dumbledore will definitely come back." Professor McGonagall thought Harry was worried because of the threat from Umbridge before Feared, so he comforted him.

Seeing that McGonagall misunderstood, Harry hurriedly explained: "But the professor—I dreamed that Sirius was captured by him, it was still in the Ministry of Magic, or in the Department of Mysteries... the same as the last dream, I Feels like it's actually happening! And I can't reach him!"

"I will contact the Order of the Phoenix and ask them to confirm what you said, and see if I can contact Black." Professor McGonagall pushed his glasses solemnly.

After finishing speaking, she looked at Harry again, thinking of the possibility that Dumbledore had told the members of the Order of the Phoenix before, she couldn't help reminding: "Don't worry too much, Kingsley Shacklebolt told you We, the Ministry of Magic have installed some kind of monitoring system since the last time Arthur was attacked, and it is still in the afternoon, which is their working hours. The mysterious person 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 Mysteries is like no man's land at all times! Maybe Voldemort used an invisibility cloak ..."

"Potter, although Professor Snape doesn't want to teach you Occlumency anymore, you can come to me to help you practice if you want, although I'm not very good at it. In the illusion created. 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 5 pm, and the Ministry of Magic was full of officials, but she Or decide to believe Harry's warning and try to contact Sirius? Black or the Order of the Phoenix, "If I can't contact Black about what you just said, I will contact Kingsley to confirm it."

And Harry obviously didn't do what Professor McGonagall ordered, and McGonagall's persuasion that he wanted him to continue practicing Occlumency made him think that the other party didn't realize the seriousness of the incident, so he decided to return to the Gryffindor public immediately. Talk to Ron in the lounge to discuss countermeasures.