Hogwarts Lion Girl

Ron cursed angrily under his breath, suspecting that someone had informed Umbridge about their study group.

Hermione calmly retorted, explaining that if someone had told on her, the curse she had placed on the list would have been triggered long ago.

Harry frowned as he concluded that Umbridge's target was not their study group, but the imaginary "Dumbledore's Army" that was regarded as a thorn in the side of the Ministry of Magic.

At this time, Angelina Johnson, the captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, ran over in a panic, her face full of anxiety, and holding the two damn education orders in her hands.

"This is so bad! So bad!" Angelina said breathlessly, her tone full of worry and frustration.

"What's wrong, Angelina?" Harry asked quickly, with a bad feeling rising in his heart.

Angelina took a deep breath and said in a heavy tone: "The Quidditch team was also disbanded by Umbridge because we also belong to the student organization!"

"What?!" Harry and Ron exclaimed in unison, they couldn't believe their ears.

This news was a bolt from the blue for them because they all loved Quidditch, and now, the sport they loved was forced to end.

Umbridge's ban was like a dark cloud hanging over Hogwarts. The students lost the joy of flying on the Quidditch field and their hearts were filled with resentment and loss.

They gathered in the Great Hall, discussing Umbridge's domineering behavior with indignation, but they could do nothing about it.

However, many students soon found ways to relieve their depression. They joined the Defense Study Group organized by Harry and turned their passion for Quidditch into magical practice.

Harry and his friends taught everyone everything they knew and passed on the knowledge and skills they had learned without reservation.

In the Room of Requirement, the flashes of magic spells continued day and night, and the students' magic level improved by leaps and bounds without them realizing it.

The corridors of Hogwarts were always filled with various tiny noises, portraits whispering, and ghosts moving around, but Filch was more alert than ever. He hunched over, walking lightly in the shadows of the castle, with a shrewd light flashing in his cloudy eyes, trying to catch any clues of violation of school rules.

He suspected that the little brats who broke the school rules would definitely gather together secretly at night, so Filch began to guard the corridor every night.

He was looking forward to finding evidence of their illegal gathering so that he could hand them all over to Professor Umbridge and see them severely punished.

……

In the dim room, the light of the spell flickered and illuminated Harry and Cho's focused faces.

Harry would occasionally be attracted by Qiu's profile when she was practicing seriously. Her long eyelashes cast a shadow under the light, and there was a determined arc at the corner of her mouth.

Harry realized that Qiu was not only outstanding in appearance, but her passion for magic and her hard work were equally fascinating.

Qiu is often attracted by Harry's courage and responsibility. He always explains patiently in class and shares his experiences without reservation, which makes Qiu feel warm and at ease.

The exchange of eyes and unintentional touches between the two of them silently conveyed an indescribable emotion.

However, whenever Harry thought of his original purpose of approaching Qiu, he felt a deep sense of guilt in his heart. He felt that he was not worthy of such a beautiful girl.

Qiu, on the other hand, kept her affection hidden deep in her heart. She was introverted and in her opinion, there needed to be a clear line between friendship and love. Unless Harry made it clear, she would not take that step easily.

……

One night, Harry woke up from his sleep, cold sweat soaking his pajamas.

He sat up suddenly, gasping for breath, the shadow of the nightmare still lingering.

In his dream, he saw himself turning into a huge python with cold scales and evil yellow vertical pupils. It was Voldemort's pet snake Nagini.

He controlled the snake's body and sneaked into the Ministry of Magic silently. The dark corridor was empty, and only the sound of his heavy crawling echoed.

Finally, he came to an office door with the name "Arthur Weasley" on it. It was Ron's father.

He threw open the door and attacked the unsuspecting Arthur.

Harry shook his head violently, trying to get rid of the dream, but Arthur's painful groans in the dream echoed clearly in his ears.

Realizing the seriousness of the matter, he immediately woke up Ron from his sleep and told him the scene in his dream incoherently.

Ron was also horrified after hearing this. He knew how cruel Voldemort was and what this dream meant.

The two did not dare to delay, hurriedly put on their coats, and ran all the way to Dumbledore's office.

Dumbledore obviously hadn't rested yet. He was wearing a bathrobe and sitting at the table reading a book.

Seeing Harry and Ron rushing in in a panic, he immediately put down the book and motioned for them to calm down and speak slowly.

Harry took a deep breath and told Dumbledore the dream in detail.

After listening to this, Dumbledore frowned and fell into deep thought.

He knew that the spiritual connection between Harry and Voldemort was extraordinary, and this dream was no accident.

He walked decisively to the wall and said to the person in the portrait: "Notify the people at the Ministry of Magic and send someone to Arthur's office immediately to ensure his safety!"

Soon, news came from the Ministry of Magic that they found Arthur unconscious in his office with multiple scars on his body and his condition was very critical.

They have sent Arthur to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, and he is now out of danger.

When Ron and the others heard the news that their father was out of danger, they all breathed a sigh of relief, with expressions of relief on their faces.

But at this moment, Harry's emotions suddenly became agitated. He held his head with both hands, squatted on the ground in pain, and kept muttering to himself: "It's me, it's me who harmed Mr. Weasley, I have become a monster, a terrible monster!"

Seeing this, Dumbledore lowered his head and thought for a moment, then walked to Harry, patted him on the shoulder gently, and comforted him: "Harry, this is not your fault. You have to learn to control it, not be controlled by it."

Then he raised his head and cast his gaze at Snape who was standing beside him, and said, "Severus, Harry is now in your hands. I hope you can teach him the art of brain occlumency as soon as possible."

Snape nodded and said in a cold tone, "Come with me, Potter."

After saying that, he turned and walked towards his office.

Harry took a deep breath, trying to calm himself, then silently followed Snape to his office.

Due to time constraints, Snape's teaching method became particularly rough and direct.

He asked Harry to sit on a chair, and he stood opposite him, staring sharply into his eyes, and said coldly: "Focus, Potter, resist me!"

After saying that, Snape began to use Legilimency on Harry, trying to make Harry learn quickly in this way.

Harry suddenly felt a severe headache, as if sharp needles were piercing his brain.

He tried desperately to resist Snape's magic, but to no avail.

Snape's Legilimency became stronger and stronger, and Harry's consciousness began to become blurry.

This feeling of having one's innermost thoughts forcibly peeped into made Harry feel very uncomfortable, and it made him resist and hate Snape even more.