Chapter 1014 (1/2)

In fact, Harry didn't fall asleep. He slowly lay uneasy in bed for three hours, meditating on the appalling method of revenge.

But limited by his imagination, Harry didn't come up with a good way to do what the Ministry of magic did.

Their final exam, the history of magic, didn't start until the afternoon. Although Harry wanted to go back to bed after breakfast, he was reviewing the last minute on the court before the exam, so he held his head in the common room and tried to read the three and a half inch notes that Hermione had left him without falling asleep.

It was a very difficult thing, and fortunately, Harry persisted, even though it made him sad to death.

The fifth graders entered the hall at two o'clock and spread out their papers in front of them. Harry felt tired. He wanted it to come to an end at first, so that he could leave and go to sleep, and then tomorrow, he and Ron went to the Quidditch game - he was going to fly with Ron's broom - to get rid of the review.

Unfortunately, the rocket crossbow has not been returned, even if Umbridge is not in

”Open your papers,” Professor marybank said at the front of the hall, flipping through the hourglass. ”You can start.”

Harry began to answer the first question. But after several seconds of thinking, he had not come up with a word in his head. There was only a buzzing bee disturbing his mind. Slowly, tortuously, he finally began to write the answer. He found it hard to remember the confusing names and dates.

He just skipped question 4 (whether, from your point of view, did the goblin rebellion in the 8th century have been caused by laws to better manage wands), considering that in the end he would have time to go back. He tried to answer the fifth question (how many secret decrees were enacted in 749 to prevent multiple standards of measurement units) but he had a critical guess that he missed a few points; he had a feeling that vampires should appear somewhere in the story. He looked up for a question that he could simply answer, and his eyes fell on the number 0 (describe the establishment of the World Federation of witches and explain why the witches in Lichtenstein were opposed to joining? ）

”I know that,” thought Harry, looking up at the big hourglass on the table next to Professor marybank. He was sitting at the back left of pavadi petier, her long black hair covering the back of her desk. Once or twice he found that when she shook her head, he saw a faint golden flash, and he had to tap his head to wake up. All the quills around Harry were writing on parchment like a race, tearing holes out. The sun on the back of his head was very hot.

What did the World Federation of witches do to witches in Lichtenstein?

Harry had a feeling that something was circling in his brain. Again, he gazed blankly at the back of pavadi's head.

If he wants to answer the question perfectly, he just needs to open a window in the back of her head to see what is the cause of the spiral rift between the World Federation of wizardry and the wizard of Lichtenstein?

Harry closed his eyes and buried his hand in order to make his red eyelids dark and cool.

The World Federation of witches once wanted to stop hunting giants and give them rights. But Lichtenstein has been haunted by a particularly brutal giant tribe in the mountains.

This is it. He opened his eyes; they kept staring at the burning white parchment. Slowly, he wrote two lines about giants and read them as quickly as possible. That doesn't seem to be very rich and detailed, but Harry must have written page after page in Hermione's notes about the Federation.

He closed his eyes again, trying to think about recalling them, the first meeting of the Federation in France, and yes, he had written about the goblins trying to attend and expelled. He wrote it, too. Are there any other people from Lichtenstein.

”Think” he told himself that when all the people around him were writing and the sand in the hourglass was still running away, he put his face on his hand.

Once again, he walked on the cold and dark corridor leading to the Department of mysteries. He walked steadily and regularly, and occasionally trotted for a while. Finally, he decided to reach his destination.

The black door swayed open for him as usual, and he stood in a round room with many doors. Straight through the stone steps and through the second door, the lights on the walls and floors tickled mechanically, but there was no time to visit. He had to be quick.

He made a few final steps to the third door, which, like the others, was concealed for him. Once again, he came to the big room full of shelves and glass balls, and his heart was beating fast now. He is going there this time.

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

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

”Give me that. Put it down. Now, I can't touch him, but you can. ”The shadow on the floor moved. Harry saw a wand in his hand, a slender hand with white fingers, and heard a high, cold voice saying, ”dig into the heart and gouge out the bones!”

The man on the ground screamed in pain and tried to get up, but Teng fell down. Harry is laughing. He held up his wand and the spell stopped, and then the figure's groan died down.

”Voldemort is waiting.” slowly, his hands tremble. The man on the ground raises his shoulder an inch or two and then raises his head. His face is still haggard with blood stains, and his face twisted by pain still has the determination to challenge.

”You have to kill me.” Sirius whispered.

”In the end, I'll do it without a doubt.” ”But you're going to bring me something first, Blake. Do you want more pain? Think about it again. We had hours and no one could hear you scream

But when Voldemort lifted his wand again, someone was screaming. Someone yelled and pushed the hot table onto the cold stone floor. But Harry was awake when he hit the ground, but he was still screaming. His scars burned like fire. The whole hall was watching him as if he were looking at the psychosis. Only his roommate knew what it meant.

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”I'm not going, I don't need to go to the hospital ward, I don't want to -” Harry is constantly trying to persuade professor zinesta to stay away from him. At this time, Professor sinista was leading Harry through the hall under the gaze of the students around him, and he was looking at Harry with a more concerned expression than usual.

”I'm fine, sir,” Harry stammered, wiping the sweat from his face. ”I just fell asleep and had a nightmare.”

”Test pressure!” The old wizard said in a pitiful tone, clapping his hand weakly on Harry's shoulder. ”It's over, young man. It's past. Now, for a cool drink, you may be almost ready to go back to the hall. The exam is almost over, but have you answered the last question perfectly