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

Therefore, the young wizards in the academy are all keen to learn alchemy or potion-making skills.

Today, the Faculty of Knowledge has even established partnerships with many merchants in Hogsmeade, becoming their supplier.

During the Triwizard Tournament, many of the items Hogsmeade used to entertain visitors embodied the wisdom and effort of the young wizards.

This allowed the young wizards who learned the skills to earn a lot of extra money, which is why many of them are quite wealthy.

Of course, as an intermediary platform, the Academy of Knowledge will charge a commission from each transaction. These fees are used for the Academy's daily operations and to provide scholarships for young wizards.

In addition to the aforementioned services, the logistics department of the Bo Shi Society has also ingeniously launched a consignment service.

Here, young wizards can consign their carefully crafted alchemical products and potions, or secondhand magical items, to the academy for sale, waiting for a destined wizard to come and purchase them.

Those uniform wallets I just mentioned were actually practice pieces Levin made while teaching Hermione the [Seamless Extension Charm].

Levin occasionally crafts magical items by hand for consignment sale.

The magical items he crafted were all exquisite and durable, with many functions that were simply hard to find on the market, making them true gems among gems.

Levin's move not only attracted attention to the consignment platform, but was also seen as a unique benefit within the society.

Furthermore, some senior wizards would even sell their used textbooks directly to their juniors, earning themselves a small fortune while helping their juniors save money—it was practically a Hogwarts fishing net.

To further enrich the consignment platform, Levin even organized a team to go to the largest room in the House of Requirement where things were hidden.

They carefully selected some common and magical items with repair value: common items were used to teach the practice of Restoration Charms and Repair Charms, while magical items served as examples and teaching materials for alchemy and enchanting courses, allowing students to practice and learn.

As time goes by and as it continues to develop, the significance of the Broad Knowledge Society has far surpassed that of a simple after-school magic interest class.

For little wizards who love life, it has become an indispensable fantasy market when shopping on Taobao;

For a young wizard who craves wealth, it is a guarantee of achieving financial freedom.

For aspiring wizards seeking knowledge, it is the only inexhaustible treasure trove for exploring knowledge beyond the existing magical system;

For aspiring young wizards, it is a shortcut to the emerging faction within the Ministry of Magic.

For aspiring young wizards looking to make a name for themselves, it is a vast stage that brings together the most outstanding talents of the future of Britain.

Against this backdrop, it is not surprising that Hermione, as the second-in-command of the Society and in charge of all its finances, possesses such a huge fortune.

That was not just her personal savings, but also the sum of all the income from the intermediary platform and consignment platform, as well as the outstanding payments for goods.

This wealth is arguably the best testament to the prosperity of the Bo Shi Society.

Hermione was reluctant to open her wallet and show the Galleons because the amount was staggering.

This is not just a pile of money, but also the culmination of the wisdom and hard work of the many young wizards in the entire Academy of Knowledge.

Finally, Hermione sadly discovered that she couldn't think of any way to avoid this embarrassing situation, and in the end, she could only pour the glittering Galleons from her purse into the bag Hagrid handed her, amidst a long and awkward silence.

However, something even more embarrassing happened.

The hole in her wallet was so small that it took Hermione a full five minutes to finally finish the task.

During this time, she even had to ask Hagrid for a few more bags to fill them up.

Haig stared wide-eyed at the astonishing wealth before him (Zhao Hao), speechless for a moment.

Faced with this scene, Hermione's cheeks flushed red. She lowered her head, avoiding eye contact with others. She didn't want to be misunderstood as a flaunting rich woman.

"Is Granger being kept by Levin as his mistress? I never would have guessed she was so rich before!" Pansy muttered sourly in Draco's ear.

Draco immediately covered Pansy's mouth with his hand and scolded her in a low voice, "Don't talk nonsense! She manages the finances of the Society of the Learned, so it's normal for her to have so much money. You've made quite a bit of money in the Society yourself, and I've told you not to mess with her again!"

The young wizards in the society did not show any unusual expression in the face of this scene.

Many other young wizards, like Ron, who noticed these details, secretly resolved to find an opportunity to ask them about their secrets to getting rich after class.

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Chapter 421 Harry's Nightmare Again

As the weather grew hotter, Harry found Divination to be the most unbearable class.

This was not only because of Professor Sybil Trelawney's ethereal and hypnotic voice, but also because the divination classroom was as hot as a steamer, and Professor Trelawney seemed to have a particular fondness for the stove, never letting it go out.

As Harry stepped onto the stairs leading to the silver ladder and trapdoor, he even had the urge to run away.

As expected, Professor Traorini's dimly lit classroom was stiflingly hot.

The scent of incense was stronger than usual, making it hard to breathe.

Harry strolled to a closed curtain, feeling a headache coming on and a sense of drowsiness.

“Dear students,”

Professor Trelawney, seated in her winged armchair, scanned the class with her unusually large eyes. “We’ve essentially finished discussing planetary astrology. But today is an excellent opportunity to study the influence of Mars, as it’s in a very interesting position. Please look this way, I’m going to turn off the lights…”

She waved her wand, and in an instant all the lights went out, leaving only the fireplace flickering alone in the darkness.

Professor Tetraurani bent down and took out a small model of the solar system from under his chair. The model was very beautiful, with a burning sun, nine planets and their satellites suspended in the glass dome.

In the glow of the fire, the planets in the model shimmered with a faint light.

Harry watched listlessly as Professor Trelawney began to speak, recounting the mysterious angle formed by Mars and Neptune. Her voice echoed in the sweltering air, as if carrying an indescribable magic.

A strong incense scent washed over him like a tide, and a gentle breeze drifted in through the window, like a lover's fingers caressing his cheek. The faint buzzing of an insect behind the curtains reached his ears, like a lullaby; his eyelids grew heavy and slowly drooped…

He rode on the back of a magnificent owl, soaring through the clear blue sky, passing through the clouds, and flying straight to an old house on a mountaintop covered with ivy.

A gentle breeze, like a poem, caressed Harry's face as they gradually descended their altitude, finally passing through a dark, broken window in the roof.

They walked along a shadowy corridor, at the end of which was a mysterious door. They passed through the doorway and entered a pitch-black room where all the windows were sealed...

Harry found himself no longer on the owl's back, and watched it fly behind a chair with its back to him. Beside the chair were two dark shadows, mysteriously wriggling.

One is a giant snake, the other is a person—a slender woman who is cruelly whipping a man while laughing wildly.

The man, driven to the brink by the woman's relentless whip, cowered in a corner by the fireplace, curled up on the tattered carpet, panting and sobbing violently...

“Don’t scare him so much he loses control of his bladder. Nagini has a very keen sense of smell.” A cold, sharp voice came from behind the chair. “Also, remove the wrapping paper before feeding him.”

The snake hissed. Harry saw it flicking its tongue, coiled on the tattered carpet in front of the fireplace, looking quite ferocious.

"Please forgive me, Master."

The woman with the somewhat manic voice immediately pointed her wand at the trembling man on the ground, shouting, "[Out-of-body experience]!"

Harry saw the man, who had been whipped until he looked like a tattered carpet, immediately stop trembling, stand up with a blank look in his eyes, take off his clothes one by one, and then walk naked toward the coiled snake.

“Nagini, sometimes I’m even jealous of you!” The woman gestured to the man as he reached out to invite the giant snake.

The giant snake slithered towards the person with a soft rustling sound.

Facing the serpent, which was at least twelve feet long, the man controlled by the Imperius Curse remained expressionless and showed no fear.

Harry recognized him as one of the dark wizards who caused trouble at the World Cup during the summer holidays and had been wanted for most of the semester. He'd heard that the Aurors had previously dispatched a small team on a transnational operation to Albania to arrest many of these people, and clearly he wasn't on the wanted list.

But now, he had no choice but to face the giant snake's undulating body head-on.

The giant snake left a wide, winding trail in the thick dust on the floor, and slowly the distance between them grew closer and closer—

The giant snake straightened its body and, starting from its diamond-patterned tail, coiled itself around the man, gradually tightening its grip, before opening its mouth wide...

In a deep terror, one of the scars on Harry's forehead burned painfully as if licked by scorching flames, and he couldn't help but cry out...

"Harry! Harry!"

Harry finally struggled out of the dark abyss and suddenly opened his eyes.

He found himself lying on the cold classroom floor, his hands tightly covering his face. The scar on his right side still looked like it was being burned by flames, and the intense pain even brought tears to his eyes.

It hurts, it hurts too much.

The whole class surrounded him, their faces filled with worry.

"Are you alright?" Hermione's voice was full of concern.

“Of course he’s in trouble!” Professor Trelawney’s voice was unusually agitated. Her large eyes were fixed on Harry with an almost fanatical urgency. “What is it, Potter? What did you see? A premonition? A vision?”

“It’s nothing,” Harry lied.

He struggled to sit up, his body trembling uncontrollably.

His gaze darted around, carefully examining every shadow behind him, Voldemort's voice still seeming to echo in his ears...

“You were just clutching your scar!” Professor Trelawney wouldn’t let him off the hook. “You were rolling around on the ground, clutching your scar tightly! Come on, Potter, tell me what you saw! I have experience to share!”

Harry looked up and met her longing eyes.

“I think I need to go to the school clinic,” he said. “My head is throbbing.”

“Oh, my dear, you’re clearly affected by the supernatural vision in my classroom!” Professor Trelawney said. “If you leave now, you might miss something you’ve never experienced before—”

“All I want right now is to find painkillers,” Harry interrupted her.

“Harry, let’s go find Levin first,” Hermione said, picking up Harry’s schoolbag and standing beside him.

Harry nodded. At Hogwarts, besides Headmaster Dumbledore, he thought the most capable person was Levin.

He stood up, and apart from Hermione who stayed by his side, the rest of the class retreated, their faces showing unease.

Harry and Hermione walked toward the trapdoor, ignoring Professor Trelawney's calls from behind. The professor looked dejected, as if he had been deprived of a long-awaited meal.

Meanwhile, on the shores of Hogwarts Lake, sunlight streamed down like golden silk, reflecting off the shimmering water and making it sparkle like an alluring gem.

This rare, bright and sunny weather even seemed to carry a hint of sweetness in the air.

Levin sat comfortably on the grass by the lake, with a large mat spread out in front of him, covered with all sorts of snacks and drinks, clearly having a picnic.

Levin wasn't enjoying the quiet time alone; two beautiful girls sat beside him, but their attention didn't seem to be entirely on the picnic.

Zhang Qiu sat beside Levin, holding a Rune dictionary in her hands. She read it carefully and occasionally asked Levin for guidance.

Not far away, Luna sat alone by the lake. She took off her shoes and dipped her fair little feet into the cool black lake water, leisurely splashing around while feeding the giant squid in the lake some grilled salmon and fried cod—food that Levin had brought for the picnic.

The squid playfully patted the surface of the Black Lake with its huge tentacles, creating colorful ripples in the sunlight.

Two women and a man were enjoying nature's bounty under the sun. The peaceful and serene scene drew envious glances from many passing young wizards.

Many boys stared wide-eyed, wishing they could rush up and take Levin's place.

Of course, if they actually did that, they would definitely be stumped on the spot by Zhang Qiu's various tricky questions.