.l. Examinations are accompanied by heavy learning tasks.
This also caused many students to collapse due to learning tasks, and Umbridge continued to exert pressure, causing some students to burst into tears while studying.
Malfoy looked at Hannah Abbott who was being taken away and said disdainfully: "The psychological endurance is too low."
Turning his head, he saw John looking at him silently.
"You weren't much better at the Whomping Willow," John said earnestly, "You were crying too."
Being exposed, Malfoy felt a little ashamed, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.
John didn't let the Malfoy Club die for long, after all, everyone was under pressure.
The entire fifth grade study atmosphere was depressing.
Hilde sometimes brings high-end candies, which I heard are from her resentful friends.
It is used to reduce stress on children in the classroom, and also conducts hitting training to let them vent their stress.
John looked at the Silver Hand Sweetheart Candy logo printed on it, and he could probably guess who the big enemy was.
"Look at how worthless you are." John sighed, not knowing whether he paid for these candies.
After class, John saw Neville in the Star Club.
Neville put down a stinky box as if facing an enemy, his whole body tensed up, and the Sword of Marvolo in his hand was pointed at the box.
The ruby on the sword emits a strong red light.
John understood what it was, and Neville, worthy of being the son of prophecy, found it.
"Where did you find it?" John walked in, there was a buzzing in his ears trying to influence him.
"In a room on the eighth floor, that thing will affect people, be careful!"
When Neville saw John coming to the box, he exclaimed and almost rushed over.
John stopped him and reassured him.
Opening the box, there was a sparkling crown inlaid with precious stones.
On the bottom of the crown, John saw a line of writing.
"Extraordinary wisdom is mankind's greatest wealth."
He rubbed the engraved words with his fingers and murmured: "Ravenclaw's diadem."
According to legend, Ravenclaw's diadem has the power to increase wisdom.
John looked at the crown. This thing had been made into a Horcrux, and it kept making sounds similar to hissing.
Parseltongue.
It wanted to influence John, but unfortunately it had the wrong idea.
John's soul could not be shaken.
Neville was able to resist this because John healed his parents for him.
If something happened to his parents, Neville might be affected, but now Neville is happy and has no thoughts of resentment.
His right hand was opened, and traces of black came out from the fingertips.
Sensing the danger, the Crown let out a cry that struck straight to the soul.
Neville almost fell down, staggering and holding on to the wall, without putting down the sword in his hand, and said painfully, "John, what should I do?"
"Wait a moment, Neville," the crown struggled, and the black silk in John's hand wrapped around it, wrapping it layer by layer, "it's fine now."
Neville covered his ears with his hands and said in surprise: "You succeeded."
"Thank you, Neville," John said.
The Soul-Eating Curse he created naturally restrains Horcruxes. If it were anyone else, not even Dumbledore would be able to restrain Horcruxes like John.
Ravenclaw's diadem was entangled, and John controlled the Soul-Eating Curse to enter the diadem.
The hidden fragment of Voldemort's soul cannot come out alive.
"Same as the Golden Cup." John put away the Soul-Eating Curse.
Among the Horcruxes created by Voldemort, apart from Nagini, the diary has the highest wisdom.
Like the golden cup and crown, they are not directly revealed.
They hid.
"Interesting, if they both have autonomous consciousness, what will happen to them when two soul fragments touch?"
John stared at the crown, unable to extract the fragments yet.
Rather than destroying these treasures, he hoped to preserve them.
Except for the Sword of Gryffindor and Slytherin's Locket, all the relics of the Big Four have been obtained.
...
Harry felt that if there were no training sessions, he would be really upset.
I need to study under Umbridge's malicious eyes every day, and I need to be careful not to let anything happen to my brain.
At the same time, he had an idea. If all the members got 'Excellent' in Defense Against the Dark Arts, then Umbridge's face would be very exciting.
Today they are going to start practicing the Patronus Charm.
Even Aurors may not know this spell, and Professor Hilde has never thought of teaching such a complicated spell to the fifth grade.
One last lesson before Easter.
Harry had already let go of Cho Chang, and he told everyone how to use the spell.
He reminded everyone that training the Patronus Charm can certainly protect oneself very well, but the specific results still need to be seen in actual application.
They practiced in brightly lit classrooms, and their minds were filled with memories of joy and entertainment.
If faced with Dementors, whether they can be summoned is also a question.
Qiu Zhang looked at the swan patron saint he had summoned with obsession in his eyes.
The patron saint is indeed very beautiful.
Lavender looked at the swan with envy. Her Patronus Charm only produced a silver mist.
Hermione's patronus is an otter.
The atmosphere was joyful and peaceful.
But this atmosphere disappeared as the door opened.
It was Dobby, and his eyes widened in horror.
He came to report to Harry, but due to his status as a house elf, he could not say it.
Harry kept guessing and finally figured out what was going on.
Someone tipped off that Umbridge was coming.
As soon as the news came out, everyone was stunned.
"What are you waiting for?" Harry yelled, "Run!"
The army members dispersed like birds and beasts and rushed out of the gate.
But when the door opened, an old woman in pink clothes moved a chair and sat there.
A boy wearing a Slytherin uniform next to him took pictures with a camera, and everyone who came out had his face photographed.
It would be useless to even run away.
Harry ran out and was also photographed by the flash.
His face turned pale, but Umbridge's smile became even more annoying and disgusting.
No one thought that they would be served in one pot.
All of these people were detained.
Locked in a classroom.
Umbridge sat at the front, still playing with the slender quill in her hand.
"Tell me, Harry Potter was the originator."
Her voice echoed in the classroom.
The atmosphere was completely depressing, and everyone had that kind of quill on their desk.
Harry recognized this thing. He still had a scar on the back of his hand from this pen.
Umbridge came to a girl, her flabby face looked so scary.
Hannah Abbott shed tears, unable to arouse Umbridge's sympathy. She touched Hannah's head and asked in a whisper.
"Did Harry Potter take the lead in setting up that place?"
Hannah shed tears and shook her head.
Umbridge laughed artificially and walked towards the other man.
This time it was Hermione.
"No one organized it, we were just passing by." Hermione answered first.
Umbridge looked at her and said softly: "You shouldn't lie."
She looked at everyone again and said in an amplified voice, "You all shouldn't lie."
"I need you to copy some sentences until someone comes forward and identifies Harry Potter."
Harry glared at her, and Ron held his hand and whispered, "Don't give her the chance to fire you, mate."
They could all see that Umbridge wanted them to identify Harry so she could fire him.
As long as they don't say anything, Umbridge can't do anything to them.
After exchanging glances, they both made up their minds.
Umbridge told them to pick up their quills and start writing on the parchment.
"I hope you can study hard and become useful people to the magical world."
Umbridge said hypocritically, "Failed education has turned you into disobedient students who tell lies."
"I need you to write, I can't lie."
After saying that, she smiled.
"Just write." Simo said unconvinced.
He picked up the quill and made a broad stroke on the parchment.
But as he wrote, he realized something was wrong.
Not only him, but other students also let out gasps.
Bright red writing appeared on the back of the hand, as if carved into the skin.
It was as if Umbridge was listening to a concert, sitting in a chair with her eyes closed and listening.
The students wrote with pain, some broke down and sobbed, and some had faces full of pain.
As Umbridge enjoyed the concert, the classroom door opened.
It's Dumbledore.
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Some people died, but not completely...
