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

Levin: "..."

“Seamus Finnigan!” Snape turned to another unfortunate soul. “Come to my office on Saturday for Potions lessons!”

He yelled angrily at Seamus, "I'll give you private tutoring!"

Leaving this monstrous head unattended would be a stain on his teaching record and would lower his qualification as an excellent teacher.

He knew very well that although the Hogwarts professors appeared amicable on the surface, they were secretly competing with each other every year.

 …

For example, Professor McGonagall tried to surpass herself in every aspect.

In the last two years, Ravenclaw has produced a Levin Green, and Professor Flitwick is very pleased with himself, always looking beaming with joy.

Ravenclaw, which has risen to prominence, cannot compare, but at the very least, they cannot lose to Gryffindor.

Since losing the Quidditch Cup and the School Cup in a row, this is one of the few places where Snape can mock Gryffindor.

After Seamus, Snape began looking for other "potential tutors," such as a certain savior.

Harry Potter felt he was probably the unluckiest person in the class.

He not only had to navigate the complex steps of brewing potions, but also had to constantly guard against Professor Snape's sarcastic remarks. If he made even the slightest mistake, Snape would appear like a ghost behind him, mercilessly mocking him in that sharp, cutting tone.

"Potter, are you boiling water?" Snape's voice was cold and harsh, sending a chill down Harry's spine. "I told you to brew potions, not to put on a water-boiling show!"

Harry quickly adjusted the heat and carefully continued the process.

However, just as he poured the moonstone powder into the crucible, he heard Snape's mocking voice again: "Potter, are you sure you should be putting in moonstone powder at this time? Shouldn't you read the instructions again?"

Harry suppressed his anger and tried to remain calm. He knew Snape was deliberately picking a fight, but he couldn't afford to lose his composure, or Snape would laugh at him.

“Two drops of styrax syrup will suffice, Potter,” Snape’s voice rang out again, tinged with impatience. “Got it? I don’t want to repeat myself.”

Harry nodded, secretly relieved that the class was finally over, having finally finished the pot of remedy.

"Students who have carefully read the operating instructions, please put your reagent samples into a large-bellied, short-necked bottle, carefully label it with your name, and bring it to my podium for inspection."

Snape said, “Homework—write a twelve-inch-long paper on parchment about the properties of moonstone and its pharmaceutical uses, due Thursday.”

Only then did Harry finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Chapter 508 Homework: Controlled Nuclear Fusion

As the first week drew to a close, the Hogwarts students finally snapped out of their initial excitement of entering their fifth year and began to realize that the academic challenges of the year far exceeded their expectations.

They originally thought that with so much review material in fifth grade, they could easily handle it, but now they feel a lot of pressure.

Needless to say, the ultimate subjects like Transfiguration, Charms, and Potions are as troublesome as ever.

However, unexpectedly, even Muggle studies, which were previously considered "leisure courses," have begun to show their difficult side.

Professor Kerridine Boubagi, who was always known for his affability, seemed to have become a different person overnight.

No longer content with simply reciting the various wonderful inventions of Muggles, she was determined to show her students her true abilities.

Recently, a small group of students, unaware of the facts, have been discussing and questioning Professor Bubbaji's understanding of the Muggle world.

They even brought up the magical television developed by Levin and Mr. Weasley, arguing that only a wizard who truly understands Muggles could do that.

These rumors reached Professor Bubbaji's ears, and she decided to take action to prove herself.

So, in the first Muggle Studies class, Professor Bubbaje announced in an unprecedentedly serious tone: "This semester, our Muggle Studies class will have a major practical project—building a small nuclear reactor at Hogwarts."

As soon as he finished speaking, the classroom erupted in chaos.

The students whispered to each other and talked a lot.

Most of them have only a vague understanding of what a nuclear reactor is, let alone the experience of building one themselves.

Professor Bubbaji seemed to have anticipated the students' reaction. He smiled and continued, "I know this is a huge challenge for you, but please remember that the abilities of wizards are limitless. I require everyone to design a mature and controlled nuclear fusion scheme as a long-term homework assignment. Students who successfully complete it will receive an extra ten points on the final exam."

Levin was terrified when he heard about this.

—That's nuclear fusion! And it's only worth 10 points? What do you need to meet to get a perfect score? Build a Dyson sphere?

Professor Bubbaje set such a seemingly fantastical goal not because he truly understood the complexities of nuclear fusion reactors.

In fact, his understanding of the Muggle world was only superficial, let alone nuclear fusion technology.

All she knew was that, in the eyes of Muggles, this was a project that was out of reach, forever fifty years behind.

But in her view, a mere fifty years was nothing to wizards with magical powers.

But overall, the design scheme for controlled nuclear fusion is only a fraction of the way there is... From this, you can barely understand the difficulty of a fifth-grade course, right?

It’s really too difficult!

In this atmosphere, the weekend finally arrived.

Quidditch selections, which had been suspended for a year due to the Goblet of Fire, have finally returned. Everyone is incredibly excited and looking forward to it.

However, even such terrible weather could not dampen everyone's enthusiasm for Quidditch.

Gryffindor's newly appointed captain, Angelina, impatient to wait for the weather to clear up, decided to hold goalkeeper selections on Saturday afternoon. After all, their former captain and goalkeeper, Wood, had graduated, and the team desperately needed fresh blood to fill the vacancy.

But there is good news.

Although Levin made some harsh remarks to Angelina on the train, a new message has emerged from Ravenclaw: Levin is not planning to play in this year's Quidditch Cup himself. Of course, this does not mean that he does not intend to participate, but rather that he is determined to help the team develop training plans and tactical arrangements as a coach!

Considering Levin's current status and strength, it would indeed be somewhat unfair for him to actually go down and compete with the young wizards.

After all, given his abilities, unless he encounters a few truly evenly matched opponents, the competition will inevitably turn into a one-sided crushing defeat no matter how the match is played.

As the Gryffindor players were planning how to select players, George suddenly brought up Ravenclaw and said with a serious expression, "Actually, the opponent we really need to worry about is not Slytherin, but Ravenclaw."

Upon hearing George's words, everyone fell silent and turned their attention to him.

George swallowed hard and continued, "Although this is the first time I've heard of a Quidditch match of Hogwarts' caliber needing a coach, the news from a few days ago is that Levin has decided to stop playing himself. Theoretically, this means they've lost the world's best Seeker, while Gryffindor has Potter."

"Does that mean our chances of winning are much higher?" Angelina couldn't help but interject.

George nodded, then shook his head: "That's true, but Ravenclaw still has Levin directing them. Even though he's no longer competing, who can guarantee he doesn't have other plans? I heard they've already booked the course for Saturday morning, so it looks like they're going to start the selection process and training. Before the selection, maybe we should go and check out their situation, to understand their strength and tactics."

Angelina nodded. "You're right, George. We must know our enemy to win every battle. Friday morning, all the Gryffindor players, go and observe Ravenclaw's every move closely!"

On Saturday morning, the Gryffindor students felt incredibly lucky. Not only did they not have to face Levine, the world's best chaser, on the field this year, but the weather was also unusually cooperative.

The day before it was pouring rain, but today the sun is shining brightly and the sky is cloudless, as if even God is cheering them on.

The first rays of morning sunlight streamed through the window and fell on the bedroom walls, and Levin slowly woke up from his sleep.

He gently shook Zhang Qiu awake beside him and got up to start a new day.

After washing up and carefully cleaning up the traces left from the previous night, they left the tower hand in hand and returned to the Ravenclaw common room.

As soon as they stepped into the lounge, Ginny, carrying her flying broom, quickly came to greet them along with Luna.

"Why are you two so late?" Ginny said with a hint of reproach.

She was one of the most hardworking girls in the talent club, and she had previously promised Levin that she would help him with the selection of Quidditch players.

Therefore, early this morning, Ginny, with Luna's help, had already slipped into the Ravenclaw common room without anyone noticing, where she had been waiting for Levin for a long time.

She agreed to this not only because she genuinely wanted to help Levin, but also because she was truly interested in Quidditch.

In fact, she was going to participate in the Gryffindor selection that afternoon, and she seemed to have an abundance of energy.

Levin yawned, seemingly not wanting to explain further.

"I studied for too long last night," he replied simply.

However, Luna was not so easily appeased.

She pouted, her face showing an expression that said, "I don't believe you."

She said in that unique, almost singing tone, "You guys definitely aren't studying all night. I went to Zhang Qiu's dorm several times yesterday, but I didn't see her anywhere. It's only the first week of school, and you're already staying out all night?"

Then, she turned to Zhang Qiu and gave even more crucial evidence: "And, I saw pink bubbles on you."

Zhang Qiu was stunned for a moment, completely not understanding what Luna was talking about.

Luna added, "Every few days, I notice that the fuss around you has lessened and turned into a bunch of pink bubbles... Hermione is the same."

Pink bubbles... This is another wonderful metaphor from Luna; she always manages to describe things in such a unique and imaginative way.

After all, mind sorcerers are a profession based on idealism; their understanding and mastery of power are based on their own idealistic understanding.

Perhaps in Luna's eyes, the emotion representing desire is expressed in the form of pink bubbles?

Although Zhang Qiu was a little confused at first, she quickly understood what the other party meant.

Perhaps because she had spent so much time with Levin, Zhang Qiu's skin had become much thicker than before, especially in front of her club sisters. She originally wanted to explain, but the words that came out were an infuriating provocation: "It's adult business, you little girl, mind your own business!"

Upon hearing this, Luna retorted angrily, "I'm only two years younger than you!"

Zhang Qiu simply smiled, then sat down next to Levin and leaned lazily against his back.

She had stayed up very late yesterday and had done a lot of physical activity, which made her feel tired. She closed her eyes, wanting to take a nap.

Levin poured himself a cup of fragrant milk tea. This morning he was going to conduct the Ravenclaw selection process, and as the coach, he had to be on his toes.

Seeing that Luna was still dwelling on what happened last night, and even began to use her mind control abilities to harass Cho Chang, Levin decided to change the subject.

He turned to Ginny and asked, "Why have you been holding onto my fire bolt the whole time?"

After hearing that Ginny aspired to join the Quidditch team this year, Levin gave her his Firebolt.

Ginny plans to run for Gryffindor Chaser, choosing that position because she wants to follow in Levine's footsteps.

Otherwise, with her skills, being a Seeker would be a piece of cake.

Ginny ran her hands over the smooth surface of the fire bolt, her eyes sparkling, and suddenly said, "I'm going to participate in the Gryffindor selection this afternoon. Luna said that this will help me build a bond with it and make it obedient."

Levin looked at Luna, speechless.

From which episode of "Singing the Discreet" is this rumor coming from? Do you think you're nurturing the Legend of Sword and Fairy on April 4.9th?

This is a magical world, not a world of cultivation... You've got the wrong story.

Luna and Levin exchanged a glance, blinked their beautiful silver eyes, and suddenly spoke up: "Actually, that was just Ginny's excuse. The real reason is that it's the flying broomstick you rode, and it has your scent on it. Ginny felt that this way she could feel closer to it..."

Before she could finish speaking, Ginny pounced on her like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, firmly covering her mouth.

The menacing manner suggested that he intended to smother her to death.

"Stop talking! You promised to keep it a secret!"