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

Da Yin can be charged with raping a woman to the point of sexual assault.

Chapter 38 Secondhand Shop

"Good afternoon, everyone. What are you all doing here?" Levin walked up to them and waved.

When Hagrid saw that someone else was coming, his reaction was not happiness, but annoyance.

Hermione opened her mouth as if to say something, but Ron grabbed her arm.

“We promised Hagrid, Hermione!” Ron declared righteously. “We shouldn’t tell any more people about this.”

“But that’s Levin Green,” Hermione said, looking at him blankly. “Isn’t he our friend?”

Harry was very embarrassed by his two friends' attitude.

What Hermione wanted to say was a secret between him, Ron, Hermione, and Hagrid.

Without the consent of anyone else, Harry didn't know whether he should tell Levin what had happened.

Seeing their secretive manner, Levin immediately guessed what it was about—it was nothing more than Nicolas Flamel and his "little inventions".

But their attitude annoyed Levin: "Fine, I was originally very willing to use my knowledge to help you all, but since you're unwilling to say anything, I can only wish you all a happy holiday."

As he spoke, he turned his head and walked directly toward the Ravenclaw Tower.

How could you treat him like this?

Hermione got angry when her friend left.

"Levin is widely recognized as the best student in the first year, and a regular at the library. It's said he's read most of the books there, and maybe one of them is about Nicolas Flamel!"

"Besides, he has helped you many times since the start of the semester, why do you insist on keeping it from him?"

After being verbally attacked by Hermione, Ron was left speechless.

Harry felt extremely annoyed and frustrated. He should have told Levin the truth earlier, but he hadn't spoken up because of Ron's attitude.

Ron always felt that the story of that corridor and Nicolas Flamel should be their adventure.

If they told Levin, he could probably solve the problem by himself, and then they wouldn't be needed.

At this point, Hermione bit her lip: "No, I have to go find him!"

After saying that, she chased after Levin in the direction he had left, without waiting for Harry and Ron to react.

But in the end, she was still blocked by the eagle ring outside the lounge door.

That's right, Hermione didn't answer the riddle about the eagle ring.

As expected, the rumors about the Eagle Ring were not unfounded.

For a thousand years, no one other than Ravenclaw has entered the Ravenclaw common room.

This is probably why Hermione possesses the qualities of both Gryffindor and Ravenclaw, yet the Sorting Hat sorted her into Gryffindor.

Hermione is indeed a smart girl who meets Ravenclaw's requirements, but her intelligence mostly lies in memory, logical thinking, and rationality. She lacks a certain quality that sets her apart from the true Ravenclaw.

That is the creativity that allows one to unleash their full potential.

Throughout the entire Harry Potter storyline, the character who best embodies Ravenclaw's traits is actually Luna Lovegood, whom everyone calls the "crazy girl."

Although this girl always seemed crazy to outsiders, her mind filled with fantasies that only she could see, her madness was more akin to profound wisdom disguised as foolishness.

If Hermione's intelligence allows her to handle any situation that may arise, then Luna's wisdom allows her to have a flash of inspiration when faced with unexpected situations.

As the saying goes, "Genius is 99% perspiration and 1% inspiration."

But few people know the follow-up to that statement: "That 1% of inspiration is the most important."

Hermione was somewhat frustrated at being unable to enter the Ravenclaw common room.

But then she had another idea: "Maybe I can go to the library tomorrow and wait for him; he always stays there."

However, Levin did not go to the library the next day, nor did he even go to the auditorium.

After packing his luggage, he went to the Room of Requirement and then boarded the train back to London, leaving Hermione empty-handed.

After getting off at the station, Levin skillfully transferred to another bus and arrived at the Leaky Cauldron.

At that moment, he desperately wished he could learn Apparition.

Otherwise, it would be quite abstract for a wizard to have to squeeze onto a bus with Muggles.

Opening the bar door, the interior was as dimly lit as ever.

"Good morning, old Tom, I'm back again."

Levin walked straight to the counter and greeted Tom Abbott, who was wiping glasses.

"Levin, it's you back, kid!" Old Tom exclaimed with delight upon seeing him.

He knew it was a holiday at Hogwarts, but he never expected to come here.

"What? Addicted to living in a cubicle?" Tom joked.

Levin shook his head, revealing an arrogant smile, and pulled out nine copper coins: "No, this time get me a room. I'm rich now, I want to stay here permanently!"

"Haven't seen you for months, you've certainly changed your look," Tom remarked after looking Levin up and down.

Through his correspondence with Hannah over the past few months, he had learned about the boy's performance at Hogwarts.

He was recognized as a genius as soon as he entered the school.

Given his intelligence, it's not surprising that such a change could occur in just a few months.

“Alright, this time it’s old Tom’s turn to serve you.” Tom pulled a key out of the drawer, put it in Levin’s hand, and returned two of the nine Galleons. “A week’s rent, this is a discount for old friends.”

Levin took the key, went up to the second floor, and found room number 9 according to the numbers on it.

The door opened, revealing a comfortable-looking bed, several pieces of gleaming oak furniture, and a crackling fire in the fireplace.

Levin put away his luggage, placed the cage containing Himer on top of the wardrobe, and then carried a suitcase downstairs.

Arriving in the backyard of the Leaky Cauldron, he took out his wand and tapped on the bricks in the wall, and Diagon Alley appeared.

Because it was Christmas, Diagon Alley was still very lively, with Christmas decorations everywhere, bells jingling, and shops offering Christmas-themed products, much to the delight of the wandering wizards.

This puzzled Levin greatly. These wizards didn't believe in any religion; others talked about Jesus and God all the time, but they kept spouting Merlin's bitter tea seeds.

Why would a group of people like this celebrate Christmas?

Of course, Levin didn't expect to get the answer in Diagon Alley.

He carried a suitcase and headed straight for the secondhand shop.

It was a shop piled high with broken wands, wobbly copper scales, and old cloaks stained with medicine. It sold not only secondhand magical items but also old books.

Levin purchased a lot of his equipment here.

But today, this is where he makes his fortune.

"Straki, come out and greet the customer!" Levin shouted as they reached the shop entrance.

"I'm coming!"

Soon, a gaunt old man emerged from the secondhand shop, a cigarette dangling from his lips.

Strachi, full name Abraham Strachi, was a Jew.

He looked quite old, but his movements were remarkably agile—he himself said that he was a vampire hunter in his youth.

With the increasingly strict implementation of secrecy laws, vampires are now all hiding themselves under the supervision of wizards, and the profession has disappeared over time.

During the two months Levin worked at Diagon Alley, he became quite familiar with the other party due to financial constraints.

This old man usually likes to stay in the shop alone and smoke, and he's not worried about people stealing his things.

Now, upon seeing Levin, he grinned an ugly smile:

"Hey, it's you again, Green. You're here to buy secondhand goods again?"

No, quite the opposite.

Levin pushed the box in his hand,

"I'm here to sell something this time."

Chapter 39 Material Clues

"Selling things?"

Upon hearing Levin's words, the old man's face immediately showed interest.

"Aren't you Muggle-born? Where did you get this stuff to sell? Don't tell me there's anything Muggle-related in it, I won't buy it."

"Don't worry about who I am," Levin said casually, patting his chest. "I'm a regular customer, I know your rules, everything here is from the magical world."

"As for where it came from... we follow the rules, and you have to follow the rules too."

“I know, I know, I don’t care about the source.” Straki waved his hand holding the cigarette and muttered under his breath, “Fine, I can figure it out myself if you don’t want to tell me.”

Having said that, he stepped forward and was about to open the box.

But the action stopped immediately.

"Wow, I didn't realize this box was such a good item."

The old man examined the box, his fingers gently tracing the patterns on it.

"This style, this craftsmanship, this old leather, these marks of time... wait, these marks are from the ones you bumped into today, aren't they! A Victorian-era handmade leather trunk, and you've managed to bump it like this!"

Halfway through touching it, Straki became annoyed by Levin's casual attitude towards the antique and glared angrily at the boy.

But the boy was clearly not afraid of him, and said casually, "Since you cherish antiques so much, then hurry up and buy it, lest it fall into the hands of someone like me who doesn't know its value and ruin it."

"Hmph! Of course I'll buy it," the old man sneered, "but before that, I want to see what good stuff you have that you have to carry in an antique box."

As he spoke, the old man carefully opened the box latch and flipped open the lid.

Inside, a whole box of old books was neatly stacked.

The book covers are made of cow and sheep leather, the pages are bound with glue and thread, the paper is full of holes, and the letters are in classic typography and handwriting...

As Straki read through the books one by one, he was surprised to find that most of them were over 100 years old.

*The Poisonous Mushroom Story*, *Oops, I've Deformed My Feet*, *Why I Didn't Die When the Wren Cried*, *Chawick's Magic (Vols. 1-7)*, *A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration*, *Gigli Boklee and Hawksboks*, *Hogwarts: A History*...

They were all wizarding books, and more than half of them were Hogwarts textbooks from a hundred years ago, such as "The Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration" and "Hogwarts: A History of the School," both of which were revised versions from a hundred years ago and contained students' notes.