HP Approaches the Magic World

rain.

Harry and the others were splashing with water as they walked through the vegetable fields to attend the herbal medicine class. Their magic robes were blown bulgingly in the wind. Raindrops were hitting the roof of the greenhouse like hail. Professor Sprout could hardly hear what he was saying.

What.

The afternoon Care of Magical Creatures class was moved from outdoors to an empty classroom on the first floor. During lunch, Angelina told the team members that Quidditch practice was cancelled, which made everyone relieved.

"just,"

Harry said in a low voice: "Because we found the place where the defense team met for the first time. Tonight at eight o'clock, on the eighth floor, opposite the tapestry where the troll beat silly Barnabas, can you inform Katie and Arya?

?"

She seemed a little surprised, but promised to inform the others.

Harry continued to wolf down his sausages and mash.

When he raised his head to drink the pumpkin juice, he found Hermione looking at him.

"What's the matter?" he asked vaguely.

"Well... Dobby's plans weren't always so safe. Don't you remember it was him who made you lose all the bones in your arm?"

Hermione's worries were not unreasonable. The most important thing was that he told Jon about this matter, but he has not received a response yet.

Generally speaking, not receiving a response means that it is very feasible, but she was still a little worried.

"This room is not just Dobby's fantasy, Dumbledore also knows about it. He mentioned it to me at the Yule Ball."

Hermione's face brightened.

"Dumbledore told you?"

"By the way." Harry shrugged. In fact, he heard it when Dumbledore and Karkaroff were talking.

"Oh, that's good," Hermione said briskly, without raising any further objections.

They and Ron split up to find the people signing autographs at the Pig's Head Bar to inform them of the meeting that evening.

Harry was a little disappointed because Ginny found Cho Chang and her friends before him.

But by the end of dinner, he was convinced that the twenty-five people who had gone to the Hog's Head last time had gotten the message.

At half past seven, Harry, Ron and Hermione left the Gryffindor common room, Harry holding an old piece of parchment in his hand.

Although the fifth grade students could stay in the corridor until nine o'clock, when the three of them walked to the eighth floor, they still looked around nervously.

"Wait." Harry warned at the top of the stairs. He unfolded the Marauder's Map. The magic of this map seemed to have been strengthened and became more effective recently (it was Jon who strengthened the Marauder's Map, and he used Hel

(Added earth magic), tapped it with the wand, and said softly: "I solemnly swear that I have evil intentions."

A map of Hogwarts appeared on the blank parchment, with names marked on the moving black dots, showing everyone's location.

"Filch is on the third floor," Harry raised the Marauder's Map to his eyes and looked at it carefully, "Mrs. Norris is on the fifth floor."

"Where is Umbridge?" Hermione asked worriedly.

"In her office." Harry pointed to her location and said, "Okay, let's go."

They quickly walked through the corridor and came to the place Dobby had described, which was in front of a huge tapestry depicting Barnabas the Fool trying to teach the troll how to dance ballet, opposite a section of white wall.

"Here we are," Harry whispered. A moth-eaten troll stopped beating the ballet teacher and turned to look at them. "Dobby said you have to walk through this wall three times? Concentrate on what we need."

They followed this path, going to the window at one end of the white wall and turning back. They went to the vase as tall as one person at the other end and then turned back.

Ron narrowed his eyes to concentrate, Hermione muttered something in a low voice, and Harry clenched his hands into fists and looked forward.

We need a place to learn to fight.

He thought, give us a place to practice... without being discovered...

"Harry."

The third time they turned around? Hermione suddenly stopped him.

Because a very smooth door appeared on the wall.

Ron stared at it warily, but Harry grasped the brass handle, opened the door, and led the way into a spacious room lit by torches, like one in an underground classroom.

There is a row of wooden bookshelves along the wall. There are no chairs on the floor, but there are large satin cushions. On the shelf at the other end of the room are various instruments such as looking glasses and secret detectors. There is also a large demon mirror with a crack? Harry

I'm sure it's the one that hung in the fake Moody's office last year.

"These... are useful when practicing the coma spell."

Ron kicked the seat cushion with his feet and said excitedly.

"Look at these books!" Hermione excitedly stroked the spines of the rows of thick sheepskin-covered books.

""Common Spells and Solutions"...

"Outwit the Dark Arts"...

"Collection of Self-Defense Spells"..."

She looked back at Harry, her face lighting up. Seeing these hundreds of books, Harry finally convinced Hermione that their actions were right.

"Harry, that's great. We have everything we need."

She immediately pulled out "Fighting Fire with Fire" from the bookshelf, sat down on the nearest cushion and started reading.

There was a gentle knock on the door, and Harry turned around to see Ginny, Neville, Parvati and Dean arriving.

"Wow," Dean looked around and exclaimed, "What kind of place is this?"

Harry started to explain, but before he could finish, someone else came in, and he had to start from the beginning.

At eight o'clock, every cushion was occupied. Harry walked to the door and turned the key in the lock. There was a satisfying click, and everyone fell silent and looked at him.

Hermione carefully marked the pages of Fighting Fire with Fire and put the book aside.

"Um……"

Harry was a little nervous, "This is the practice place we found. Everyone - obviously thinks it's pretty good -"

"That's wonderful!" Qiu said, and several people whispered in agreement.

"That's weird," Fred frowned and looked around. "We hid from Filch here, George, do you remember? But that time it was just a broom cupboard..."

"Hey, Harry, what is this?" Dean asked from the back row, pointing to the looking glass and the magic mirror.

"Dark magic detectors," Harry walked between the mats, "They are generally used to show whether there are dark wizards or enemy activities nearby, but don't rely too much on these instruments, they may be deceived..."

He looked into the cracked demon mirror for a while. There were vague figures moving around, but he couldn't see them clearly.

He paid no more attention to it.

"Okay, I've been thinking about what we should do first - uh -" he noticed a hand being raised, "What is it, Hermione?"

"I think we should choose a leader first."

Hermione said that she started that attempt again, it didn't take much effort anyway, it was just a word.

"Harry is the leader."

Cho immediately said, looking at her, it looked like Hermione was crazy.

Harry's heart skipped a beat again.

"That's right, but I think we should have a formal election," Hermione said calmly, "so that he can be formally empowered. So - who thinks Harry should be our leader?"

Everyone raised their hands, even Zacharis Smith raised his hand, albeit barely.

"Ah. Thank you," Harry felt his face heat up, "and...what, Hermione?"

"I also think we should have a name," she said clearly, her hands still raised in the air. "It can promote unity and strengthen the collective spirit, right?"

"Can we call it the 'Anti-Umbridge Alliance'?" Angelina asked expectantly.

"Or the 'Ministry of Magic Idiots' team?" Fred suggested.

"I think," Hermione said, frowning at Fred, "it's best if the name doesn't make it obvious what we do, so we can safely mention it outside."