Chapter 514: Pighead Uprising

Chapter 514: Pighead Uprising
Four days passed quickly and it was Saturday, October 10th, the day when students were allowed to leave school and go to Hogsmeade village.

Xie Ling's first stop was naturally the Miracle Alchemy Shop. He stepped into the familiar door. The fire in the shop was burning brightly, and the air was filled with a subtle smell of potions. Furong was standing behind the counter, concentrating on adjusting a bottle of alchemical solution that had just been completed.

When she heard the door open, she looked up and saw that it was Xie Lin. A bright smile immediately broke out on her face.

"Oh? You finally came to see me," she put down the glass bottle in her hand, walked around the counter, crossed her arms, and had a playful smile on her lips, "What mysterious things are you busy with this time? You won't tell me that you just happened to pass by, right?"

Xie Lin smiled gently, and took her into his arms. He lowered his head close to her ear and said in a low and teasing voice: "Of course not, I came here specially to see you. After all... a certain beautiful veela is already a little dissatisfied with me."

Furong sneered and gently pushed his chest, but did not really break free. Instead, she leaned into his arms and said coquettishly, "Hmph, I'm glad you know. Otherwise, I'll have to consider finding a male companion who loves me better."

Xie Lin raised his eyebrows, held her chin, and said in a nonchalant but dangerous tone: "Really? Then we'll have to see who has the guts to do that."

Furong met his gaze, her blue eyes sparkling with smile. She gently stood on tiptoe and placed a kiss on his chin, whispering, "You say that as if you can control me."

Xie Lin chuckled, his palm slid to her waist, gently tightened, and said with a hint of helplessness: "As expected, you still have the upper hand over me."

Furong hummed in satisfaction, then took his hand and walked behind the counter. She turned back and winked at him, with a sly smile in her eyes: "Since you took so long to come and see me, you have to make it up to me - you won't refuse to have a cup of coffee with me, right?"

Xie Lin's lips curled up slightly, and he looked at her with a smile, and said with a teasing tone: "Of course not, I am very sincere."

The two walked through the inner passage of the alchemy workshop one after the other and entered the secret room at the back. As soon as the door closed, Furong could not wait to press Xie Lin against the door, hooking her hands around his neck, her ice-blue eyes trembling slightly, her gaze as hot as a burning flame.

She stared at him, his figure reflected in her pupils, as if the whole world had shrunk to him alone.

Xie Lin raised the corners of his mouth slightly, looked at her lingeringly, and casually put his arm around her waist, caressing the curve of her waist with his fingertips, and whispered with a hint of joking: "It seems that I will have to drink this cup of coffee later."

Furong blinked and chuckled, her breath brushing against his ear, with a bit of cunningness in her voice: "Sir, this is the price you should pay."

Before he finished speaking, Furong launched a passionate offensive. After all, the two had been separated for quite some time since the start of the school year, so naturally there would be some affection and cuddling when they met this time.

……

The first cold wind of October swept through Hogsmeade, rustling the fallen leaves on the street. The Three Broomsticks was already full and bustling. In contrast, the Hog's Head was still deserted, like a forgotten corner.

Harry, Ron and Hermione pushed the door open and found that it was completely different from the Three Broomsticks, where the big bar always made people feel bright, clean and warm. The Hog's Head was just a small, dark, very dirty room, which exuded a strong smell of sheep.

It was very dark inside, because the bay windows were covered with thick dirt, which made it almost impossible for light to penetrate. The wooden floor was covered with thick dust, as if it had not been swept for a long time. Aberforth Dumbledore stood behind the bar, slowly wiping a stained wine glass, and his eyes swept over the Hogwarts students who walked in without leaving a trace.

Hermione's arrangements were seamless. Under her organization, a group of students arrived one after another, pretending to be ordinary guests and sitting down separately. After everyone arrived, they slowly gathered in the seating area near the back of the bar.

Hermione cleared her throat, looked at everyone, and whispered: "Now that everyone is here, let's get started. Harry——"

Harry stood up nervously, took a deep breath, and looked around at the students sitting around him with a numb look.

The students sat down in groups around Harry, Ron and Hermione. Some looked excited, while others were full of curiosity. Thinking that these people were here to listen to him, Harry felt his stomach twitching slightly until his eyes swept over Zhang Qiu's beautiful face.

She sat there quietly, the candlelight illuminating her delicate profile, her long black hair falling softly on her shoulders, her eyes and eyebrows showing a thoughtful look. She didn't look directly at him, but just listened quietly, as if she was thinking about something.

A faint and deep light flashed in his eyes, and some indescribable emotions suddenly surged into Harry's heart. The feeling of uneasiness and anxiety was suppressed at once, replaced by a strange impulse - he wanted her eyes to stay on him, he wanted to see her admiration and worship expression.

A feeling of heat rose from his lower abdomen and rushed straight to his mind. His stomach was no longer tight, but was replaced by a strange feeling of excitement. He himself didn't know where this emotion came from, but it made him no longer nervous, and he no longer felt uncomfortable with the gazes of others. On the contrary, he longed for these gazes, he longed to get everyone's attention, and he suddenly realized -

He enjoyed the feeling of being in control of the whole situation. This is what fame and power are all about.

The pretty girl with reddish-gold curly hair sitting next to Zhang Qiu was automatically ignored by Harry.

Harry straightened his back, his eyes gradually became sharp, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised. He remembered that Malfoy often wore this kind of smile. He looked directly at everyone's faces and said in a clear voice: "I think everyone knows that our Defense Against the Dark Arts class is useless. Umbridge doesn't let us learn real combat magic at all. If we do nothing and just wait for others to protect us, we may regret it in the future."

He could feel his words stirring up ripples in everyone's hearts, and he subconsciously glanced at Zhang Qiu. She was still listening quietly, with no particular expression, but this did not make Harry feel lost, but instead made a certain emotion in his heart more distinct.

He didn't understand what he really wanted, but he felt vaguely that he had to become stronger and make her really notice him - that way, she would no longer stay far away on the edge of his sight, but could only look at him, listen to him, and be attracted by him.

There was a murmur of discussion among the crowd, with anxiety and recognition showing on everyone's face to varying degrees.

"So," Hermione continued, "we want to form a small study group, not to defy the school, but to actually learn something and learn how to protect ourselves. We will meet regularly, and Harry will teach us Defense Against the Dark Arts and Combat Spells."

"That sounds like a good idea," Fred said with a smile, "After all, if I really encounter Death Eaters in the future, I don't want to just faint to deal with them."

"Me too," George agreed. "I think we can't just rely on luck to survive. We have to learn some real skills."

The matter of the Defense Against the Dark Arts Organization was basically finalized. Although there was still the provocation of Harry by the thorn Zacharias Smith, he had to shut up under Hermione's harsh rebuke - Harry had defeated Professor Quirrell who was possessed by Voldemort in his first grade, and had faced a dragon and a lake monster alone in the Triwizard Tournament. He also successfully cast the Patronus Charm to repel two Dementors during the summer vacation - his actual magical strength was obvious to all, and except for Shaylin Malfoy from Slytherin, no one could be stronger than him!
As the students nodded one after another, the discussion became more and more heated, and many people began to discuss in which areas they could strengthen their training.

However, on the other side of the bar, a man in a dark cloak sat in the shadows, slowly sipping a glass of cheap ale. His eyes never left the direction of Harry and the others, and although he pretended to be indifferent, his ears were erected straight.

— Willy Widdersing.

Umbridge recently sent him to Hogsmeade to "patrol" on the grounds of collecting students' movements and seeing if there were any "suspicious illegal activities." He originally thought he was just wasting time, but he unexpectedly overheard Harry Potter and his gang discussing something about a secret learning organization.

"Practice Defense Against the Dark Arts privately...meet regularly..."

Willy's mouth curled up slightly. Umbridge would definitely be interested in this news, and he could finally give her a good report.

He did not make any suspicious moves, but quietly finished his drink, stood up, threw down a silver coin, and quietly left the tavern. His steps were neither fast nor slow, and his pace seemed leisurely, but in his mind he was already thinking about how to tell Umbridge this information in order to get her reward.

The sunlight shone on the cobblestone road of Hogsmeade, and his figure gradually disappeared among the crowd.

……

Willy Weathersing thought he had disguised himself well and done things perfectly, but in fact, he didn't know that all his actions in the Pig's Head Bar had already attracted the attention of both parties...

In the secret room of the Miracle Alchemy Workshop, after Xie Lin and Furong finished a round of intimacy, the satisfied Furong had returned to the counter to take care of the business of the Miracle Alchemy Workshop, leaving Xie Lin alone, sitting in front of a desk, staring intently at a map spread out on the table -

Under the bright candlelight, the map on the table showed the outline of Hogsmeade Village, and many small black dots were moving quickly. This was Schelling's Marauder's Map. He followed the small black dot marked "Willy Widdersing" closely from the moment it left the Hog's Head Inn until it left the map. Judging from its direction, it should be heading to Hogwarts Castle.

He hesitated for two seconds and decided to give up the idea of ​​following Willy Weathersing or even controlling him with the Imperius Curse. This was because he saw a name in the Hog's Head Inn that concerned him more -

Yusof Kamal.

It's a pretty tricky name, I have to say.

This man was born into a French noble family. He later joined the first generation of the Order of the Phoenix to fight against Grindelwald. He is very good at hiding, tracking and investigating, and he is a very determined person. He can lurk in the Paris sewers for a long time without being discovered. He can also find out the identity and whereabouts of his enemies by himself. In order to fulfill his father's wish for revenge, he overcomes all difficulties to hunt down Cresden.

Looking at the entire original world, the only people who possess such shrewdness, perseverance, strategy and courage are Barty Crouch Jr. and him.

In his previous life, Schelling learned from an interview with the actor who played his role in the movie that this character was actually an unregistered Animagus, and this magic gave him great convenience in infiltration and tracking.

At this moment, a small black dot marked "Yusof Kama" was in a small corner of the Hog's Head Inn. Probably under the instructions of Dumbledore, he was there to monitor Harry and the others for the Order of the Phoenix, replacing the role of Mundungus in the original book.

Sherin shook his head. Although Harry, Ron and Hermione in this world had become different, the "Dumbledore's Army" was still forcibly established by the world line.

It's really strange, but if you think about it carefully, it's a reasonable development.

Although the Harry in this world is not the champion of the Triwizard Tournament, he still has considerable fame and supporters - he has the title of savior, and he has a group of die-hard fans such as Colin Creevey, Danny Creevey, and Ginny Weasley. In addition, he is always the biggest contributor to the victory of the Quidditch team, which makes him extremely important in Gryffindor.

Just by following this, his basic team in Gryffindor would be no less than nine people.

In addition, Ron and Hermione are both prefects, and Hermione is a well-known academic master in Gryffindor. With the support of the two, Harry's brilliance is more likely to be highlighted.

Of course, the most crucial thing here must be Hermione's attitude.

Even if Harry and Ron had any ambitions, they couldn't come up with anything with their childish and careless personalities. If they really wanted to do something practical and set up an organization with complex members, it had to be Hermione. And the reason why Hermione was so determined to set up the "Dumbledore Army" (the organization was not actually named, and Schelling gave it a temporary name here) was probably related to Schelling.

Thinking of this, Xie Ling couldn't help but sigh. To be honest, the relationship between him and Hermione was too complicated.

The two met on a train. In his first year at Hogwarts, he saved her from a troll. However, in his second year, Sherlock defeated Harry twice in public, which almost made him Gryffindor's number one enemy. Then in their third year, the two became strangers because of Hermione slapping Draco.

Originally thought that their fate had ended, Sherin no longer cared about her. But unexpectedly, God seemed to play a joke on Sherin. Somehow Hermione confessed her love to Sherin before the Christmas dance in the fourth grade. It was at that time that Sherin suddenly realized that Hermione actually had a special place in his heart.

He knew that Hermione liked him, always had, and it had never changed. This could be seen from the look in Hermione's eyes during every conversation between the two.

He didn't know whether he liked Hermione or not, but he knew that their positions and paths were ultimately at odds. If they really wanted to be together, they would definitely have to face many problems and criticisms...

If this is the case, then it is better to let go and let both of them live a happy life with each other.

However, he still underestimated Hermione's determination.

This girl - the little girl who once hid in the toilet and cried because of a few words from Ron in the first grade, the little girl who once rushed out of the common room crying because her pet cat was mistakenly accused of killing Scabbers - was stronger than Sherin had imagined.

Thinking of this, the corners of Xie Lin's mouth curled up slightly. He stared at the black dot marked "Hermione Granger" on the map and whispered to himself: "Hermione, Hermione, since you want to prove it to me so much, I will wait and see."