HP Approaches the Magical World

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rain.

Harry and the others splashed water and walked across the vegetable patch to herbology class. The magic robes were blown up and fluttered in the wind, and the raindrops hit the roof of the greenhouse like hailstones. Professor Sprout could barely hear What.

The protection of magical animals class in the afternoon was moved from the outdoors to an empty classroom on the first floor. During lunch, Angelina told the team members that Quidditch training had been cancelled, which relieved everyone.

"just,"

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

She seemed taken aback, but promised to inform the others.

Harry went on wolfing down his sausage and mash.

When he looked up to drink the pumpkin juice, he found Hermione watching him.

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

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

Hermione's concerns were not unreasonable, and the most important thing was that he told Jon about this, but he hadn't received a response yet.

Generally speaking, if no response is received, it means that the feasibility is very high, but she is still a little worried.

"This room is not just Dobby's whimsy. Dumbledore knows it too. He mentioned it to me at the Yule Ball."

Hermione brightened.

"Dumbledore told you?"

"By the way." Harry shrugged, having actually overheard Dumbledore talking to Karkaroff.

"Oh, that's good," said Hermione briskly, without further objection.

They split up with Ron to find the signer at the Hog's Head and call for a meeting that night.

Harry was disappointed that Ginny found Cho Chang and her friends before he did.

But by the end of dinner he was sure that the twenty-five people who had been in the Hog's Head last time had been informed.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione left the Gryffindor common room at seven-thirty, Harry clutching an ancient piece of parchment.

Although the fifth graders 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," said Harry warningly at the top of the stairs. He unfolded the Marauder's Map, the magic of this map seems to have been strengthened, and it has become more effective recently (Jon strengthened the Marauder's Map, he used Helga's earth magic), tapped it with his wand, and said softly Said: "I solemnly swear that I have no good intentions."

A map of Hogwarts appeared on the blank parchment, with moving black dots marked with names, showing the location of each person.

"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's Umbridge?" Hermione asked worriedly.

"In her office." Harry said, pointing to her place, "Ok, let's go."

They quickly walked down the corridor to the place Dobby described, which was facing a white wall in front of a huge tapestry of silly Barnabas trying to teach the troll to dance the ballet.

"Here," Harry whispered, as a moth-eaten troll stopped beating up the ballet teachers and turned to watch them. "Dobby said he'd walk through this wall three times and concentrate on what we need."

They did so, going to the window at one end of the white wall, turning back, and turning back at the person-high vase at the other end.

Ron narrowed his eyes to concentrate, Hermione whispered something, Harry clenched his fists and looked ahead.

We need a place to learn to wrestle.

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

"Harry."

When they turned for the third time, Hermione stopped him suddenly.

Because a very smooth door appeared on the wall.

Ron stared at it warily, but Harry took the brass handle, pulled the door open, and led the way into a spacious room,

Inside it was lit with torches, like in a dungeon.

There is a row of wooden bookshelves by the wall, and there are no chairs on the floor, but there are large satin cushions. On a shelf across the room were looking glasses, secret detectors, and other instruments, as well as a large cracked demon mirror that Harry was sure hung in the fake Moody's office last year.

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

Ron kicked the cushion and said excitedly.

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

""Common Spells and Solutions"...

Outsmart the Dark Arts...

"Self-Defense Charms"..."

She looked back at Harry, her face glowing, and Harry finally convinced Hermione that they were doing the right thing when he saw the hundreds of books,

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

She immediately pulled out "Fighting Drugs with Poison" from the bookshelf, sat down on the nearest cushion and began to read.

There was a soft knock on the door, and Harry turned to see that Ginny, Neville, Parvati and Dean had arrived.

"Wow," Dean exclaimed, looking around, "what kind of place is this?"

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

At eight o'clock every cushion was filled. Harry went to the door and turned the key in the lock with a satisfying click, and everyone fell silent looking at him.

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

"Um……"

Harry was a little nervous. "Here's what we found for practice, everyone—apparently thought it was fine—"

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

"That's weird," Fred said, frowning, looking around. "We escaped Filch here, George, remember? But it was just a broom cupboard..."

"Hey, Harry, what's this?" Dean asked in the back row, pointing to the looking glass and the demon mirror.

"Dark magic detectors," Harry said, walking between the cushions, "they are generally used to show whether there are dark wizards or enemies nearby, but don't rely too much on these instruments, they may be deceived..."

He looked into the cracked demon mirror for a while, and there were vague figures moving, but they couldn't be seen clearly.

He ignored it.

"Well, I've been thinking about what we should do first - er -" he found a hand raised. "What is it, Hermione?"

"I think we should first choose a leader."

Hermione said that she started that attempt again, and it didn't take much effort anyway, just to say something.

"Harry is the leader."

Cho said right away, looking at her like Hermione was crazy.

Harry's heart skipped a beat again.

"True, but I think we should have formal elections," said Hermione calmly, "to formally empower him. So - who thinks Harry should be our leader?"

Hands went up, even Zacharias Smith, albeit reluctantly.

"Ah. Thanks," said Harry, feeling his face burn, "and... what, Hermione?"

"I also think we should have a name," she said clearly, her hand still in the air, "that promotes unity and strengthens the collective spirit, doesn't it?"

"Is it okay to call it the 'Anti-Umbridge League'?" Angelina asked expectantly.

"Or the 'Ministry of Idiots' group?" Fred suggested.

"I think," said Hermione, frowning at Fred, "it's better that the name doesn't make it obvious what we're doing, so we can safely refer to it outside."

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