hogwarts blast

Hermione's words had a huge psychological impact on many members present.

It was her words that made them all realize that they had come so far against the authority of the Ministry of Magic during this period of time.

Being clearly defined as an illegal group by Umbridge, every meeting they held was a confrontation with the Ministry of Magic.

This is undeniable.

Umbridge's death had no special impact on tonight's gathering at all.

After throwing out the unconscious picket members, the members continued to do whatever they were supposed to do in the following time.

The only thing that is different from usual is a rather subtle change.

When the students were training tonight, they all had more or less thoughtful expressions on their faces.

As a result, some of them seemed a little absent-minded during training. They often lost their minds and were inexplicably knocked down by their opponents who were practicing in pairs.

The time soon came to 11:30 pm, which was also the time when the rally ended.

Just when the students were about to leave the magic practice room as usual, Hermione clapped her hands and motioned for all the students to look over.

Several students who had already packed their things and even put their hands on the door handle also stopped.

As Hermione raised her hands and pressed them down in the air, the conversations in the magic practice room gradually stopped, and the students all turned their attention to Hermione.

"The training we experienced tonight will be the last training for our association."

Hermione's words were like dropping a powerful bomb in deep water, immediately causing an uproar among many members.

"Our association was originally established to allow you to freely learn practical magic in various subjects without Umbridge's interference."

Having said this, Hermione smiled slightly, "And now, Umbridge is dead."

She spread her hands, "So, we no longer need to hide from Umbridge and conduct secret gatherings like now."

Some students raised their hands, "But where can we find excellent instructors like you..."

"Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, Professor Snape and Professor Sprout are all excellent educators. They can only teach you better than us."

Hermione chose to skip the topic.

"I can assure you that the association will not be disbanded, we will just not hold such training rallies like now."

Bidige

She waved her hand, "Everyone, please leave, it's already very late."

Then she said nothing more, turned around and left the magic training room.

The students were silent, watching Hermione and other members of the Akatsuki organization leave. After a while, they began to walk out of the room in twos and threes as usual.

However, when they left tonight, their excited chatter was missing in the corridor.

Without the threat of Umbridge and her picket team, students no longer need the guardians to escort them back to the common room as usual to ensure safety.

Neville looked very worried on the way back because of the news announced by Hermione.

During this period, after signing a contract with the toads of Mt. Miaomu, Neville's improvement in combat effectiveness can be said to be the greatest among the many members.

But even so, he still felt that he still had many shortcomings.

At the very least, he does not yet have the confidence to kill his greatest enemy, Bellatrix Lestrange, in a one-on-one duel.

After no more training, what should he do to achieve his revenge goal?

Is it possible to trouble Kyle again?

Neville was really embarrassed to go to Kyle again.

Just like that, with many worries on his mind, Neville followed his roommates back to the Gryffindor boys' dormitory, put on his pajamas and climbed into bed.

After tossing and turning for a long time, Neville, who was troubled by his thoughts, finally fell asleep, but perhaps because of his worries, Neville did not sleep well.

Neville was not the only one who had trouble sleeping.

In the dark room, Harry also didn't sleep so peacefully.

Once again, he came to the familiar corridor covered with black stones that he had been to three times in his dream, and the black door opened in front of him.

Several light spots danced on the wall and floor, and there were strange machine ticking sounds all around...

After passing through a door again, the prophecy hall filled with shelves and prophecy balls once again appeared in front of Harry, and a figure at the end of the aisle caught his eye.

Harry's stomach tightened with fear...

He knew what it meant when he saw this scene in his dream - another member of the Order of the Phoenix patrolling the Ministry of Magic was attacked.

The figure on the floor squirmed like a wounded animal.

A hand with long, white fingers tightly grasped a wand, and pointed the tip of the wand at the black figure on the ground. Harry felt himself opening his mouth, "Crushing the bones."

The man on the floor screamed in pain and rolled around, exposing his face to Harry.

When he saw that familiar and handsome face, Harry's heart skipped a beat.

Because, the member of the Order of the Phoenix lying on the ground who was attacked was his godfather and one of his closest relatives - Sirius Black.

Harry desperately told himself to wake up quickly so that he could report the terrible news to Professor McGonagall in time.

But he had absolutely no control over his body.

Although he was filled with fear and panic in his heart, Harry in the dream was laughing constantly as he looked at Sirius's expression of extreme pain.

He raised the wand in his hand and moved the tip away from Sirius.

The effect of the Cruciatus Curse was interrupted instantly, and Sirius lay on the ground gasping for air while moaning in pain.

A sharp, cold voice came from Harry's mouth.

There was no trace of human kindness in that voice.

"Get it for me...take it down, quick...I can't touch it...but you can..."

Sirius spat a mouthful of bloody spit at Harry viciously, and his tongue was accidentally bitten when he had just suffered the heart-breaking torture.

Due to the height, his spit failed to successfully hit Harry. Instead, it traveled a short distance before drawing a parabola and fell to the ground with a splat.

His move obviously angered the other party.

Harry once again saw himself raising his wand uncontrollably, "Cruciato!"