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"I found a job in the UK, and it seems my English will improve soon."

No sooner had she finished speaking than Ron's somewhat pretentious voice rang out: "Your English is already excellent!"

Hearing this ingratiating voice, Furong felt a surge of disgust.

But outwardly, she nodded gracefully to express her gratitude: "This is all thanks to Mr. Green's help. Without him, I wouldn't have been able to get this job."

Ron's face turned bright red instantly, as if he had just swallowed a ripe apple but it was stuck in his throat.

He coughed awkwardly a few times, trying to cover up his blunder.

Seeing this, Furong felt a surge of smugness.

She knew better than anyone how to annoy these pesky suitors.

However, that's not enough.

"Alright, I should go now." Hibiscus suddenly tiptoed and gave Levin a light kiss on the lips.

Her soft lips brushed against Levin's skin, leaving a burning sensation.

Hermione and Ron both showed displeasure.

At the same time, Gabrielle ran over after saying goodbye to her three friends.

Seeing her sister's action, the little girl's eyes lit up, and she immediately followed suit, wanting to give Levin a farewell kiss as well.

Levin couldn't show favoritism, so he had no choice but to accept it.

However, due to the potential impact, he forcibly changed the kiss from lips to cheek.

Then, he watched as the Delacour sisters hurried along the lawn toward Madam Maxim. In the sunlight, their silver hair rippled like waves as they ran, which cheered him up.

The students of Beauxbatons began to board the carriages one by one, preparing to set off.

Immediately afterwards, a loud screech resounded through the sky.

Twelve winged, silver-maned horses stood tall and proud, flapping their wings vigorously. Their silvery manes fluttered in the wind as they pulled the magnificent carriage slowly into the air.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the carriage gradually rose higher and higher, eventually becoming a tiny dot in the sky before disappearing into the clouds.

Immediately afterwards, Viktor Krum came to say goodbye to Hermione.

“Can I have a word with you?” he asked Hermione.

Hermione glanced at Levin, then took a small step back, shielding Levin in front of her.

"That depends on his opinion," she said calmly.

Levin shrugged slightly, indicating that he didn't mind.

“Since you’re about to part ways anyway, it won’t hurt to chat for a bit,” he said. “I happen to be going to have a chat with Mr. Karkaroff.”

With that, he winked at Hermione and strode away.

Krum was weighed down by Hermione's cold attitude, but he still mustered up the courage to approach her.

But when he actually stood in front of Hermione, his throat felt like it was blocked by something. He opened his mouth, but couldn't squeeze out a complete sentence for a long time.

Hermione remained wary, arms crossed over her shoulders, as if to say, "If you don't speak, I won't speak either."

"Hemien, I hope I'll have the chance to see you again in the future." Finally, he managed to squeeze out a sentence, his voice hoarse and low.

Hermione raised her head slightly upon hearing this, her gaze passing over Krum's shoulder and looking at Levin, who was talking to Karkaroff not far away.

Although Levin was talking to Karkaroff, his eyes kept glancing in her direction, looking quite nervous.

Hermione could tell, of course, that the other person was doing it on purpose, but the feeling of being cared for made the dissatisfaction that had risen in Hermione's heart because of Fleur vanish instantly, and even a smile appeared on her face.

In high spirits, Hermione reached out her hand to Krum.

This action surprised and delighted Krum, who quickly took Hermione's hand.

But the other party's words were utterly heartless.

"I wish you can find true happiness," the girl said with a smile, her voice gentle and sincere.

But to Krum, it sounded like a death sentence.

He could only nod, giving Hermione a deep look.

"Then goodbye, Hermione."

This time, he finally called out her name correctly.

Just then, Ron, who was standing to the side, shifted his feet slightly.

His expression showed some pain and inner turmoil, as if he was enduring some kind of internal conflict.

Ron suddenly looked up and his eyes met Krum's.

The two stared at each other awkwardly for a few seconds before Ron looked away first.

Suddenly, Malfoy's sharp, mocking voice rang out behind him:

"What's wrong, Weasley's 'slut'? Can't bear to say goodbye to your lover?"

"He and I are not lovers!" Ron roared, nearly getting into another fight with Malfoy.

Krum then took the opportunity to leave this awkward and controversial place.

Before leaving, he glanced at Harry one last time, as if wanting to ask him about "Ronnie".

But in the end, he gave up the idea and silently turned and left.

During his trip to Hogwarts, he experienced too many setbacks in his love life. For the first time, he realized that even a Quidditch star couldn't win the heart of the girl he wanted.

Krum felt he had exhausted all his passion and courage, and he could no longer love.

Meanwhile, Levin's conversation with Karkaroff was also about to end.

They stood in a secluded corner, and Levin was earnestly explaining the future plans to Karkaroff: "...Next semester, we will try our best to facilitate exchanges and cooperation with Durmstrang, then we will be able to support you legitimately. Until then, everything depends on you, Ms. Rowena."

Karkaroff smiled slightly and spoke elegantly, but his voice was a magnetic and pleasant female voice: "Don't worry, Master Levin, I am Ravenclaw."

When they returned to King's Cross Station, the sky had cleared and was cloudless.

Sunlight streamed down, warm and bright. Levin, Hermione, Luna, and Ginny walked together to the front of the train, where Cho Chang's prefectural compartment was located.

Zhang Qiu had prepared a large amount of snacks early on to warmly welcome their arrival.

Even the shadow of Voldemort Returns 747 couldn't change her recent good mood.

With Levin's help, she successfully obtained all twelve OWL certificates, all of which were "O".

She and Hermione became the top students in their respective grades in fourth and fifth year.

"You should try to make time for this summer vacation."

As the train approached its destination, Levin addressed the girls, "We're going to have intensive combat training. Voldemort has indeed returned; that's a fact we can't ignore. To meet this challenge, we must enhance our combat experience and improve our strength."

As he spoke, Levin unwrapped a chocolate frog and put it in his mouth.

A card fluttered out of the packaging. He looked down and couldn't help but laugh. The card had a picture of him on it.

He looked up and saw Hermione silently watching him, so he took the initiative to explain:

"Dumbledore's plan is to push Harry to the forefront to fulfill his so-called prophecy. However, we can use their struggle to buy time for growth. Hermione, believe me, I am confident that I can defeat Voldemort myself."

"Next year, the conflict between the Ministry of Magic and Dumbledore might put you in a difficult position between Harry and me."

Levin paused, then continued, "But we need to be patient. Our power will eventually face Voldemort and the Death Eaters. We're just starting to make progress, and we can't afford to waste it on unnecessary things. If we go against Fudge now, it will trigger a wizarding civil war."

Hermione nodded; she completely agreed with Levin's assessment.

In fact, she had already made up her mind that no matter what Levin said, she would stand firmly on his side.

However, she was too embarrassed to say it out loud because it was too cheesy.

Being too concerned about saving face can easily turn you into a loser, young lady.

In this respect, she still needs to learn a lot from Furong.

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The picture shows a woman who has lost her boyfriend/girlfriend.

Chapter 455 Dumbledore and Fudge

The Ministry of Magic, first floor, includes the Minister of Magic's office and logistics department, and the Minister of Magic's office.

Dumbledore suddenly ran to Fudge and offered him a series of suggestions and precautions.

To Fudge, these suggestions were utterly absurd and intolerable.

He sat behind his desk, his face grim as he glared at the old man opposite him, his anger burning fiercely within him.

"Free Azkaban from the Dementors' control and send peacemakers to the giants to prevent them from being used by Voldemort."

Fudge's tone was full of sarcasm and dissatisfaction.

"Dumbledore, are you getting old and senile? Do you know what you're saying?"

Dumbledore remained calm. He gently shook his head and slowly said, "Fudge, you should know that Dementors are not Azkaban's only solution. Moreover, we cannot continue to fight giants forever. It's time to make some changes."

"Change?"

Fudge sneered.

"You make it sound so easy! If we drive the Dementors out of Azkaban, who will control those dark creatures? Do you know how much trouble they'll cause the Ministry of Magic? And the giants—do you think sending a few peace envoys will solve the problem? They're simple-minded creatures; we can't communicate with them at all!"

“You know what? Some people say that they can only sleep peacefully at night because they know there are Dementors guarding Azkaban,” Fudge said earnestly.

He hoped that Dumbledore could understand his position and considerations.

However, Dumbledore did not seem to agree with Fudge's viewpoint.

He frowned slightly and said softly, "Fudge, we can't just see the intimidating power of Dementors and ignore the negative impact they might have."

Fudge waved his hand impatiently: "Negative impact? You mean the psychological trauma those wizards suffered? Humph, they brought it on themselves! Who told them to break the law and get thrown into Azkaban?"

As for the suggestion to send peace envoys to the giants?

Fudge scoffed at this.

In his opinion, that was a complete joke!

How could a simple-minded, physically strong creature like a giant possibly negotiate with the Ministry of Magic?