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

But each time Levin teaches a class, he faces 1.5 times the number of students, which forces him to prepare extra teaching materials each time.

Levin's magical skill and talent became deeply ingrained in the hearts of everyone at Hogwarts through each and every lesson.

As all the young wizards know, there is a student at Hogwarts who, despite being only a second-year student, is actually on par with the professors.

At least the professors at Hogwarts couldn't find such interesting golems as teaching aids.

They also wouldn't use illusion magic to show them the actual objects described in the book.

As the last, fascinating Defense Against the Dark Arts class came to an end,

The semester has come to an end.

The holiday is coming soon

At the end-of-term dinner, in addition to announcing Ravenclaw's latest victory in the House Cup, Headmaster Dumbledore spoke at length about...

He offered a self-criticism, acknowledging his incompetence as the headmaster for failing to provide shelter for the students and leaving the young wizards vulnerable to the monsters in the secret chamber.

To show his intentions, he also announced that over the next few years he planned to gradually resign from his fancy titles and no longer hold any positions…

These words, which sounded like a retirement declaration, frightened both the young wizards and the professors.

Levin was well aware that he did this partly as an apology for everything that had happened at the school this semester—Levin (icj) also believed that his negligence deserved this apology.

But on the other hand, only Levin could realize that

That is, through Riddle's diary, Dumbledore fully confirmed the existence of Horcruxes and truly realized that Voldemort's resurrection was not far off.

He was laying the groundwork for a future confrontation with Voldemort.

This old man was prepared to sacrifice himself for this.

From this perspective alone, he is quite respectable.

After the dinner, before they knew it, they were about to board the Hogwarts Express to go home.

Levin, Hermione, and Cirella occupied a box, while Cho Chang and Marietta chose to sit in the next box after finding there were no more empty seats.

However, the prefect Penelope, who gave up the privilege of the prefect's box, chose to sit with them.

Throughout the return journey, Levin noticed that Gryffindor prefect Percy Weasley passed by their box several times on patrol, each time glancing at their box with a burning gaze.

It's obvious that he did it on purpose.

Levin then looked at Penelope, who was sitting next to Ciri: "It seems that Percy Weasley of Gryffindor is pursuing you?"

Penelope said angrily, "Yes, that's why I don't stay in the prefects' box. That guy talks about the Ministry of Magic and his future career plans all day long. It's so boring."

After saying that, she looked at Levin and Hermione opposite her with a smile: "Speaking of which, it's more interesting here, especially to see you two scheming against each other... Hey, why did you kick me?"

Penelope glared fiercely at Cerira beside her.

The female witcher stared straight out the window, as if everything that had just happened had nothing to do with her.

The Hogwarts Express gradually slowed down and finally came to a stop.

“Your parents will be so proud of you when they find out what you’ve done this year!” Penelope winked and whispered to Hermione, “Unlike my parents, who always wanted me to take me back to our hometown in America, but I ended up staying in the Underworld to become a wizard…”

After saying that, she looked at Ciri: "Remember to write to me during the holidays."

Throughout the entire process, Penelope never looked at Levin, as if it were intentional.

Then, without hesitation, he jumped off the train and disappeared into the crowded flow of people.

After saying goodbye to Zhang Qiu, Levin and his two companions also got off the train.

Hermione was picked up by her parents. She said that her whole family was going to travel to France this summer, and they probably wouldn't have many chances to see each other during the holiday.

Levin strongly suspected that Hermione's parents did this on purpose, because they didn't want their little darling to be completely kidnapped.

How stingy! Your little cotton-padded jackets are so nice, what's wrong with borrowing them to wear for a bit?

In short, Levin and Ciri returned to their home in the village of Autri San Catchpol.

Chapter 159 They all went on vacation

Summer vacation has begun, and the summer sun is starting to show its power, making the earth scorching hot.

Levin and Ciri sat at a small table under the shade of an oak tree, enjoying soft drinks and discussing how to spend the summer vacation.

"How about we go dragon hunting?" Ciri winked at Levin and suggested, "I've seen you collecting dragon hearts one after another lately, and you still think you haven't collected enough varieties. Why don't we go and hunt the dragons we're missing ourselves?"

“That’s a good suggestion,” Levin nodded. “But why did you suddenly bring this up?”

He looked up and examined the girl in front of him: "This is nothing like you."

“It’s all your fault. You always take on the most dangerous guys in every battle,” Ciri complained. “Whether it’s a chimera or a basilisk, you always end up dealing with these big guys. I’d like to try fighting these dangerous magical creatures myself once in a while.”

"I think you just want to test your sword," Levin said bluntly. "Wasn't Riddle enough for you to cut down before?"

Ciri shook her head: "Fighting a wizard and fighting a magical creature are two different experiences."

Looking at the expectant look in her eyes, Levin couldn't help but shake his head: "After the Arcane Sword was upgraded to 2.0, you seem to be getting more and more obsessed with killing people."

"Isn't that because you designed the sword to be so easy to use?" Ciri gave him a charmingly flirtatious glare.

But what she said was indeed the truth.

Levin's Arcane Sword 2.0, combined with his magic warrior skills, is a perfect match for Ciri, a melee-savvy, powerful wizard who dislikes finesse. Their synergy is almost 100%.

"what is that?"

Suddenly, she saw a dark shadow streak across the sky and couldn't help but ask...

Levin looked up and saw an ugly owl flying over with a letter in its beak.

It looked injured; it crashed headfirst into the towering trunk of the oak tree and then fell like a rag doll.

“This owl is nowhere near as good as Himer,” Shirella couldn’t help but complain.

Upon hearing this, Himer, who was nearby, raised his chest in agreement.

"Because it's too old."

Levin saw through the truth at a glance.

He bent down to pick up the owl and prepared some water and food for it.

When he opened the envelope, he discovered it was a letter from his neighbor, Arthur Weasley.

The message was roughly a way of expressing gratitude once again for saving Ron and Ginny.

He also invited Levin and Ciri to his house for dinner, as they were neighbors.

However, the letter was dated two days ago.

If they prepared the feast on time, then Levin probably got to eat "a little while".

"Whose letter?" Ciri asked casually as she played with the two owls on the table.

"The Weasleys want to invite us to dinner because of the Chamber of Secrets!" Levin handed her the letter.

So the two of them set off immediately.

Just a few minutes later, they arrived outside the Weasleys' yard.

The Weasley twins, who were tending the garden with Ginny, waved to the two of them as soon as they saw them.

Levin noticed that Ginny blushed slightly when she looked at him.

However, compared to last year, the girl is now able to speak to him more openly and confidently.

The Weasley twins laughed and said, "Dad said he invited you the day before yesterday, but we didn't expect you to only come today."

"That's because your owl is too old; it probably flew away halfway through the journey."

Levin placed the Weasleys' old owl in Ginny's hands, kindly reminding her, "My personal advice is that you'd better retire it as soon as possible, so it can live out its days in your home. Otherwise, I seriously suspect it will die on its way to deliver mail."

“Of course, Mr. Levin, I will take good care of Errol,” the little girl said sweetly.

The three of them walked together toward the humble dwelling.

This house used to be a large pigsty made of stones. Later, rooms were added here and there, and it was built several stories high. It was crooked and twisted. Only magic could build a house that completely disregards the balance of forces.

Levin always found the Weasleys' house outrageous.

“Oh Levin, and Ciri, welcome to my home! I thought you were coming yesterday.” Mrs. Weasley was feeding the chickens when she saw the two of them and immediately went over to give them each a hug.

Then he said to the three children, "Your father will be back soon. Until then, please take good care of them for me."

So Ginny took Ciri to see her room.

George and Fred then took Levin to them.

It was a small room, at least for two people.

There were two identical beds in the room.

"Come quickly, Levin, let me show you the secret we've been preparing all along."

After Levin entered, the twins deliberately closed the door.

Immediately afterwards, Fred pulled a box out from under the bed. Inside was a bunch of random things, and a strong medicinal smell could be smelled from a distance.

After activating his [Appraisal] skill, he could tell that most of the items were unfinished potions and damaged alchemical artifacts, including swelling potions, shapeshifting potions, scabies potions, and so on…

"This smell is so strong! Anyone who didn't know better would think you guys were doing something in the room..."

Levin opened the window and casually cast a Whirlwind Spell to dispel the smell.

The strong, glue-like smell had just left his nostrils.

Then he looked at the Weasley twins: "It seems you two are planning to add these potions to desserts, but are you sure anyone would want to eat something that tastes like that?"

No way, no way, no one would want to eat chewy candy.

"I'm sorry, with our current potion-making skills, this is the best we can do," George said, shrugging helplessly. "That's why we thought of asking you to come."

Fred pulled out several bundles of firework-like contraptions from the box, with a few words crookedly written on them: "Dr. Philippa's self-igniting, water-blooming magical fireworks."

"This is one of our more successful products, but it's modeled after the 'Struggling Fireworks' from the Bouncing & Playing Magical Joke Shop," Fred explained.

It turned out to be the case.

Levin looked around and nodded.

This is the project the Weasley twins ran in the original books: magical joke props.