With extraordinary comprehension, I built a floating city at Hogwarts.

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Coincidentally, the uniform that Levin designed for the Aurors was inspired by Assassin's Creed: Unity, a story that also takes place in the 18th century.

"Uh... excuse me..." Jaina stuck out her tongue sheepishly, "Well, after all, you're my motherland, so I subconsciously associated you with them."

It seems I am really important in her eyes, otherwise she wouldn't have such thoughts.

Thinking of this, Levin's gaze towards Jaina softened considerably.

But to ask him to wear this outfit to a ball is out of the question.

"Let's put this outfit in the closet for now. We can wear it when we open the portal to Azeroth."

Caiwen put away the dress that Jaina had made herself and looked at the next one.

"...Onyxia's outfit is fine, but what's with the shoulder decorations on yours?"

Looking at the oversized vest covered in scales and enormous dragon horns, Levin couldn't help but complain.

"Is this the kind of aesthetic you Black Dragons have? It's so...unconventional."

Levin felt that if he went out in this outfit, he would most likely be mistaken for someone going to a gladiatorial contest rather than someone going to a ball.

"Forget it, you all have such outdated tastes... I'll just make the dress myself."

Levin shook his head, giving up on getting a suitable dress from them.

The next day, Levin went to King's Cross Station alone.

The fact that Cirihong, who used to be by his side, had graduated made Levin feel a little uncomfortable.

As soon as Levin teleported to the station, rain poured down on him.

To avoid attracting the attention of ordinary people, Levin cannot use magic to block the rain.

The maid, Gwen, thoughtfully turned the scissors into an umbrella.

Nevertheless, Levin was soaked through as they carried their suitcases across the busy street and onto Platform 9¾.

For him, boarding the Hogwarts Express was already a very familiar thing.

But this year feels very different from previous years.

The Hogwarts Express was stopped there, a deep red steam locomotive belching out thick plumes of smoke.

Looking through the thick smoke, the many Hogwarts students and parents on the platform appeared as dark, ghostly figures.

As Levin stepped inside, the ghostly figures immediately began to tumble.

"Look, it's Levin Green."

"Is it really Levin Green?! Where is he?"

"Is that Levin the Chaser?"

He was immediately recognized as soon as he approached the crowd.

The platform was crowded with people, all craning their necks to see him clearly. Many students' parents wanted to shake his hand.

Even the drizzling rain couldn't dampen their enthusiasm.

Soon, the train station became Levin's mini autograph session.

He went to great lengths to satisfy the enthusiastic fans, weaving through the crowd to board the train.

It was already quite late, and most of the private rooms were occupied. Before Levin could find a seat, he heard the engine pistons hissing loudly.

The train is starting to move.

Levin walked along the train carriage.

"Tell us quickly what happened at Hogwarts! What rules have they changed?"

The raindrops pounded against the windowpane, but even so, the shouting coming from the corridor ahead could be heard clearly.

"Ha, you guys don't know?" A drawn-out voice rang out; it was Draco Malfoy's voice.

"You were eavesdropping on our conversation?" Ron's angry voice rang out.

"You were shouting so loudly, there was no need to eavesdrop, okay?"

"But you two will definitely participate, right? After all, one of you is a poor guy who's short of money, and the other never misses an opportunity to show off."

Malfoy let out a series of loud laughs, and his two henchmen Crabbe and Goyle joined in with their gruff, shrill laughter.

"What nonsense are you spouting?" Ron asked angrily.

"Your father and brother both work at the Ministry of Magic, and you didn't know? My goodness, my father told me a long time ago... from Ms. Proudmoore. Anyway, my father deals with high-ranking people at the Ministry... I guess your father's rank is too low to know, Weasley... Yes, that's it."

…They probably never discussed important topics in front of him…

Malfoy burst into laughter again.

With a loud "bang," the carriage door opened.

Upon seeing Levin approaching, Malfoy was like a duck whose neck had been grabbed, and immediately fell silent.

The carriage fell silent.

Even Harry and Ron fell silent.

Harry seemed hesitant to speak, while Ron kept his face turned away the entire time.

Levin nodded politely to them and walked through the carriage.

Watching Levin's departing figure, Harry felt quite sad.

He and Levin used to be so close…

No, he plans to take the initiative.

So he watched Levin's retreating figure, planning to go find him again later.

Levin wouldn't care about their sentimentality.

He quickly found a seat.

It was a large private room, and Hermione, Luna, and Ginny were sitting in a row.

Zhang Qiu and Marietta sat opposite them.

When they saw Levin, they waved to him happily.

The train continued northward, and the rain grew heavier and heavier.

The sky was pitch black, and the car windows were covered with condensation, so lanterns were lit even in broad daylight.

Chapter 293 The Simp's Simp's Simp

When Levin sat down in the private room, the group was chatting.

However, the conversation that day was incomprehensible to most people. Cho Chang, Ginny, and Luna spoke in human language, but Hermione kept babbling incoherently.

After the riot that night, Hermione, who was overly responsible, began to blame herself, feeling that it was because she was too weak that she was unable to help Levin during the riot.

She viewed the experience of being sent back to the tower as a disgrace.

In order to become stronger quickly, Hermione remembered that Levin had once told them he could help others transform into Animagus.

Hermione finally couldn't resist and decided to become stronger in this way.

So, following the routine of transforming into an Animagus, she took a mouthful of mandrake and began a month-long period of silent meditation.

Even when she tried to shut up, she couldn't stop her mouth from buzzing on and on.

"What did she just say?" Levin sat down in his chair, looking at the girls with a puzzled expression, asking them to translate for him.

“Hermione must be saying…this month is a good opportunity for her to practice silent spellcasting,” Luna replied.

As a mind sorceress, she understood Hermione's meaning better than others.

"Once she has properly prepared the mandrake, she will probably be able to master silent spellcasting, killing two birds with one stone."

Glancing at Hermione's confident face, Levin couldn't help but laugh:

"Stop thinking about the good things. If Professor Snape finds out about your situation, he'll definitely bombard you with questions. You know his attitude towards Gryffindor."

Levin shook his head, feigning pity.

"You're in big trouble. This semester, you'll become a Gryffindor sinner."

Everyone thought it made a lot of sense; if Professor Snape found a speechless, silly lion, he would definitely ask questions and lose points.

But even setting aside Professor Snape's status, if they were any of them, they would definitely bombard Hermione with questions if she couldn't speak.

This has nothing to do with hatred; it's just funny.

Miss Know-It-All is speechless; she's a true source of joy!

Once Hermione understood, she panicked; she had completely forgotten about this.

"Silence is humanity's greatest tragedy," Luna said, shaking her head in a singing voice.

She held up the limited edition Quidditch book, *The Quibbler*, to cover her face.

This summer, the revamped "Sing a Different Tune" has been a huge hit.

On the World Cup stage, Luna's exclusive revelations and Rita Skeeter's contributions garnered a lot of attention.

Following that, through several interviews with insiders at the Ministry of Magic, they followed the entire night of the riots after the finals, as well as the Ministry of Magic's arrest and handling of the rioters.

After a series of reports, they certainly made a splash.

Now, Onyxia has even launched the "Fantasy Species" project.

In short, it utilizes the traditional skills of "The Quibbler" to report on non-existent fantasy creatures.

This summer, The Quibbler used its front page twice to report on the two fantastical species, “Sage” and “Howling Monster”.

—At least to most readers, “sage” and “howling monster” are fantasy species.

Next, Levin's people will unexpectedly discover "Sage" and "Howling Monster".

Then Levin himself wrote a paper on these two species and submitted it to a professional journal.

"Singing a Different Tune" can make you famous overnight.

Just when Hermione was extremely anxious but at her wit's end...

Suddenly someone entered the carriage and opened the compartment door.