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

Even professors can be malicious people or ignorant fools.

On the professors' platform, all the other teachers were dressed in their finest robes, while Professor Lupin appeared to be dressed in rags. This made the young wizards doubt his abilities.

Only a few kind-hearted students and a young wizard who had witnessed Lupin's true abilities on the train were clapping in the entire auditorium.

What made things worse was Snape.

The old bat was scanning the auditorium with a murderous gaze, seemingly trying to memorize the face of every student who clapped, which made the already sparse applause even more desolate.

Everyone is already used to this.

After all, Snape had wanted to be the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor for quite some time.

But Levin knew very well that the current issue didn't stem from a job conflict, but rather from old grudges from his student days.

"Alright! Let's begin the feast!"

At Dumbledore's command, the golden platters and goblets in front of everyone were finally filled with food and drink.

The new semester has finally begun.

d

Chapter 182 Time Management Master

On the first day of the new semester, Levin got up early, full of enthusiasm and ready to start the new semester's classes.

But when Levin arrived at the auditorium, he discovered that his first breakfast of the new semester was a complete mess.

At this very moment, countless owls were circling overhead, a spectacle comparable to the day Levin drove Lockhart away.

The owls would throw things down whenever they had the chance: letters, feathers, or oxhide, ruining most of the dining table.

Worse still, a large portion of these letters were red, howling letters.

Levin had experienced the horror of these letters last semester.

I remember that was also the first breakfast of the new semester.

Thanks to them, now only a few brave souls in the entire auditorium are still enduring the raging wind and rain (referring to bird droppings) and the thunder and lightning (referring to the roaring letters) while eating under the long table.

Everyone else was forced into the foyer.

"How is this going!?"

Levin couldn't help but say.

Upon seeing Levin, Zhang Qiu excitedly ran out from the crowd to share the gossip with him.

“These are all complaint letters from parents about the Dementors’ unauthorized search of the Hogwarts Express yesterday. Actually, this is relatively mild,” Marietta said. Her mother told her that the Minister for Magic’s office is now flooded with shouting letters.

The girl quietly covered her mouth, looking on with a smug expression.

She also handed Levin a copy of today's Daily Prophet.

Levin looked up and, sure enough, spotted Fudge's figure on it.

The man in the picture no longer had his usual template smile; instead, he looked tense.

The accompanying text below is quite clever:

The incident began when Sirius Black escaped from Azkaban, forcing Fudge to send Dementors to hunt him down.

The text emphasizes the unexpectedness of the prison break and Fudge's suddenness, suggesting that sending out the Dementors was a last resort. It makes no mention of the prison break itself, which was also due to mismanagement of Azkaban, ultimately attributing it to the Minister of Magic's incompetence.

Continuing on, the report made no mention of Levin, only stating that the Hogwarts students put up a fierce resistance and minimized the losses—no young wizards went to St. Mungo's.

This is how you find good things out of bad things.

If you think about it carefully, is it something to be proud of that no one is hospitalized? Isn't that just common sense?

This is something that should have been done all along, but in this article it is written as something extremely rare, as if Fudge should be awarded the Order of Merlin for doing it.

Moreover, even if there is any credit, it should belong to Levin and his companions who actually drove away the Dementors.

Shameless.

Levin angrily put down his newspaper.

“Fudge is in big trouble.” Marietta said with a sneer beside Cho Chang. “My mother told me that he was the one who directly ordered the Dementors to infiltrate Hogwarts, and he has to take full responsibility for this!”

Levin had a sudden thought and remembered Jaina and others from the Ministry of Magic.

Even before the start of the school year, Levin had hinted to Jaina that she should oppose sending out Dementors.

Even if it means temporarily antagonizing Fudge, it's worth it.

As the Dementors cause more and more trouble, the Fudge government will lose more and more points.

At that point, Jaina's insistence on holding opposing views would become quite rare.

Her status in the Ministry of Magic could rise even further.

See, foresight can be very effective in political speculation as well.

It's important to understand that Fudge's idiotic actions this time offended not only ordinary wizards, but also a large number of purebloods, as well as high-ranking officials and dignitaries.

That's one good thing about the magical world: because the population is small, the children of the wealthy and the common people all have to attend the same school.

In short, Fudge won't be able to get away with this so easily this year.

Because she needed to get to class, Zhang Qiu left hurriedly after chatting for a few minutes.

Levin looked around the crowd and suddenly noticed Hermione excitedly greeting him.

Levin walked over and found her with Harry and Ron.

The three were enjoying a breakfast they had salvaged from the owls.

This is one of the rare occasions among the young wizards to have breakfast.

"What are you talking about?"

"You're here, Levin! Haven't you had breakfast yet? Come on, eat up!" Seeing Levin come over, Hermione didn't hesitate to pile all the remaining food from her plate in front of him.

"Oh, thank you!"

Levin nodded, and quite naturally grabbed some bacon, eggs, and toast from his plate, made a sandwich, and put it in his mouth.

Harry and Ron protested loudly, "We're not full yet, Hermione!"

"You're being way too biased towards Levin."

Faced with her companions' complaints, Hermione crossed her arms and said matter-of-factly, "You guys are just hungry, but Levin is starving."

“But, but, you’ve given him way too much!” Ron stared at Levin’s sandwich, swallowing hard. “This food is enough for two people to eat their fill.”

“But Levin has a big appetite,” Hermione said naturally. “This amount of food used to only be enough to make him half full.”

His words were full of knowledge about Levin's appetite.

Harry sighed as he watched the girl rest her chin on her hand, admiring the boy wolfing down his food.

He understood that nothing he said mattered when faced with a girl who was deeply in love with him.

They're just siding with the other side, trying to harm their friends for the benefit of their loved ones. What can you do about it?

He had no choice but to change the subject.

"We were talking about course selection. By the way, Levin, do you know what a divination class is like?"

“You’ve come to the right person. I was also planning to take a divination course, so I did some research on it.” Levin swallowed the last bite of bacon and used the remaining ingredients to make a sandwich.

"Then Levin, what do you say?" Hermione urged.

Ron, who was standing nearby, was greatly surprised to hear this:

"Aren't some people confident in their own choices? Why do they need to consult Levin's opinion?"

"you."

Hermione was furious and, her face flushed, was about to throw her pen at Ron.

Levin stopped her before saying:

“Actually, I don’t really like divination classes. Professor Trelawney is extremely unreliable in this area. Her classes are nothing more than having you brew tea, look at a crystal ball, and then start spouting nonsense about how you’re about to suffer some kind of misfortune. She just likes to scare students with this kind of thing, year after year.”

"However, everything has its advantages and disadvantages. Because of this, the divination exam is generally easy to pass. According to the experience of previous students, you only need to make up a prophecy about something you will encounter to pass. If the prophecy is about your misfortune, then you have a chance to get a high score."

"In conclusion, this is a slacker course that's only good for making the grades look good. Arithmetic divination is a bit difficult, though; the mathematical formulas are quite challenging for students from wizarding families."

"How can Hogwarts have a professor like this?!" Hermione exclaimed indignantly, as she hated professors who misled students the most.

“In fact, I have to say something fair about Professor Trelawney. Divination is all about metaphysics and talent. No matter how much you study, it’s useless if you don’t have the talent, and most people in the magical world don’t have that talent. If you ask me, a divination course shouldn’t even be offered in the third year,” Levin explained to her.

He could understand Hermione's desire to learn, but some things depend on talent.

Seeing that Hermione was still indignant, Levin had no choice but to suggest, "If you want to learn some less mystical divination spells, I can privately teach you some prophetic magic, which I guarantee will be more reliable than this damn divination."

"Really!" Hermione exclaimed excitedly at the prospect of learning something new. "It's a deal!"

Ron, however, shook his head vigorously: "I don't understand why you're so excited about learning knowledge that doesn't require an exam?"

Harry agreed, and after listening to Levin's words, he made up his mind to attend Divination class.

Sure enough, Hermione is still better than these two 60-point die-hards.

Suddenly, Harry remembered something and asked, "Levin, you also chose the Magical Creatures Protection class this semester, right?"

“Of course,” Levin nodded, “but that was just out of support for Hagrid. To be honest, I don’t have high expectations for his classes.”

Hearing Levin's answer, Harry's smile turned awkward.

Reflecting on Hagrid's choice of textbook—that book about monsters that bite—Harry suddenly realized that Levin's judgment was quite sound.

Since Levin had eaten all the breakfast, Harry and Ron left early to try and find something to eat in the Hogwarts kitchen.

Levin and Hermione were left sitting together.

After Levin finished eating all his food, just before they were about to go to class, he suddenly said, "Hermione, you really should learn from me how to manage your time."

“Yeah, yeah, nobody’s better at time management than you: you can be friends with three or four girls at the same time, and flirt with a few younger girls on the side,” Hermione said in a sour tone.

Clearly, she knew everything that happened in the carriage yesterday, and she wondered which bastard had leaked it.

Levin said speechlessly, "I mean, even if you want to surpass me academically, you need to be realistic and choose your classes selectively, instead of taking every single one."

"For example, divination, arithmetic divination, and Muggle studies courses at the same time... you only need to choose one. My suggestion is arithmetic divination."