Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 472 High Density Student

The night the interview on The Quibbler came out, Harry became a hero in the Gryffindor common room. Fred and George boldly cast a magnifying charm on the cover of The Quibbler and hung it on

On the wall, Harry's big head looked down at the audience, occasionally loudly shouting slogans such as the Ministry of Magic is stupid and Umbridge going to eat shit.

Hermione didn't find this very interesting, said it interfered with her ability to concentrate, and ended up getting so bored that she went to bed early.

After an hour or two, Harry had to admit that the big head was not that interesting anymore, especially when the speaking spell began to disappear and it would only shout incoherent words such as shit and Umbridge, and the intervals became shorter and shorter.

The pitch is getting higher and higher.

It started to give him a headache, and the scar started to hurt like pins and needles. So he announced that he needed to go to bed early, too, to the disappointed groans of those who gathered around him and let him relive the interview countless times.

There was no one in the dormitory, so he pressed his forehead against the cold windowpane beside the bed, feeling that the scar felt a little better.

Then he took off his clothes and lay on the bed, hoping the headache would go away. He also felt a little nauseous.

He lay on his side, closed his eyes, and fell asleep almost immediately.

…

"Okay, it's almost done." Tiera closed the notebook with a smile, and then waved his hand. The notebook in his hand instantly turned into six points and flew to other people in the Golden Book Conference. "Thanks to everyone.

With the help of everyone, the design of the God Becoming Ceremony, which originally took at least six months to complete, was completed in less than two months. I summarized everyone’s calculations and made a connection, and everyone took it back.

Take a look and check it out individually. If you have any questions, please communicate in time. If there are no problems, Mr. Flamel, Ms. Wu and Mr. Slytherin can start making items related to the godhood ceremony, Maca-Fal-Monka.

Ms. Sha and Chief Thunderbird should also start preparing potions."

"What about you?" Chief Thunderbird had no objection to the arrangement, but just asked out of curiosity.

"There are some things here at Hogwarts that need to be wrapped up. After wrapping up, I want to go to Dreamland again." Tiera said, "If any of you want to go, you can go together. It is estimated that the longest cost will not be too much."

It will take more than half a month."

"What else do you need to finish at Hogwarts?" Dumbledore asked strangely, "I'm back, what else do you need to wrap up?"

"Voldemort is preparing to create a new Horcrux." Tiera said calmly, "He still misses the sword of Gryffindor. I have to give it to him."

"He sent Draco Malfoy to steal the sword." Tiera smiled bitterly and shook her head, "But Draco is really unreliable. In order for him to complete the task well, as my former classmate, I

I really can't bear to see him being blamed or punished by Voldemort for failing his mission, so I should use my humanitarian spirit to help him complete his mission."

"Alas..." Dumbledore rubbed his eyebrows helplessly, "You are used to doing these little tricks."

"Then when are you going to let Voldemort steal the Sword of Gryffindor?" Dumbledore asked again.

"There is no rush yet," Tiera replied, "Voldemort thought he was ready, but in fact he was not."

"Voldemort's soul has been split too many times and has become dilapidated. Although he took the potion I revealed to him, his foundation is really weak. He feels that he drank the potion for more than a month.

The medicine can already split another Horcrux, but it doesn't work." Tiera explained, "When he can split his soul, I will naturally give him the Sword of Gryffindor."

"It sounds like you care about Voldemort very much." Wu Peirong smelled a different atmosphere, frowned and asked, "It's like you wish Voldemort could have more Horcruxes."

"I just wish Voldemort had more Horcruxes." Tiera smiled faintly.

"What are your plans?" Chief Thunderbird asked.

Tiera smiled and said nothing.

"Let's wait until Hathaway Romanoff is promoted to a god."

"I have many plans."

Time abandoned February, passed through March, and gradually came to April.

As the weather gets warmer day by day, the exam is approaching day by day. During this time, both the teacher and Hermione are constantly reminding them that the exam is getting closer.

The fifth-grade students were all under pressure to some extent. Hannah Abbott suddenly burst into tears in herbal medicine class, sobbing and saying that she was too stupid to take the exam, and wanted to leave the school now. As a result, she was the first to receive a letter from Madam Pomfrey.

of tranquilizers.

If it hadn't been for Dumbledore's Army training sessions, Harry would have been extremely upset.

He sometimes felt that he lived just to spend a few hours practicing in the Room of Requirement. Although it was hard work, it was very enjoyable. When he looked at the members of Dumbledore's Army around him and saw their progress, he was filled with excitement.

Pride.

Harry sometimes wondered how Umbridge would react when all the members achieved "Excellent" in Defense Against the Dark Arts exams.

They finally started to practice the Patronus Charm, and everyone practiced it very vigorously. However, Harry repeatedly reminded everyone that they were summoning the Patronus in a brightly lit classroom and were not threatened. Faced with the Dementors,

It's a different story when it comes to this kind of stuff.

"Oh, don't ruin the scenery," Qiu Zhang said happily in the last class before Easter.

She was looking at her silver swan-shaped guardian angel flying around the Room of Requirement, "It's so beautiful!"

"It doesn't have to be beautiful, it should be able to protect you." Harry said patiently, "Actually, we need Boggarts or something. That's how I learned it. I have to summon the Patronus when the Boggarts are pretending to be dementors.

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"That's too scary!" Lavender said, as the tip of her wand was emitting streams of silver gas. "I still...still...still can't do it!"

she added angrily.

Neville wasn't comfortable using it either.

He frowned in concentration, but only a few thin wisps of silver smoke came out from the tip of his wand.

"You have to think about happy things," Harry reminded.

"I was just thinking about it." Neville thought desperately, his face glistening with sweat.

"Harry, I think I've done it!" cried Seamus, "look - ugh - it's gone! But it must have been something furry, Harry!"

Hermione's patronus is a shiny silver otter, hopping around her.

"It does look pretty, doesn't it?" Hermione said, looking at it happily.

The door to the Room of Requirement opened and then closed. Harry turned his head to see who had come in, but there seemed to be no one at the door.

After a while, he noticed that several people near the door were silent.

"Run!" Harry heard a voice coming from the pocket of his wizard robe.

"Run!" Harry heard it again, not just once, but many times, coming from the pockets of different people in Dumbledore's Army.

Hermione reacted the fastest and took out the deck of tarot cards given by Tiera that she had always kept in her pocket.

"Run!" Tiera in the tarot card said for the third time, "Someone has tipped off Umbridge!"