Chapter 301 Dumbledore's Army and the Society of Stars
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
Harry had a dream.
He was walking down a windowless corridor, his footsteps echoing in the silence.
As the door at the end of the corridor drew nearer, his heart beat faster.
If only I could push it away...into it...
He held out his hand... his fingers were inches from it.
"Harry Potter, sir!"
Harry woke up with a start.
The candles in the common room have been extinguished, and there is something moving next to it.
The fire was almost out, and the room was dark.
"Who?" Harry sat up straight, with a hint of tension in his expression.
"Dobby has brought your owl, sir!"
High-pitched voice, small body.
It's Dobby.
The free house-elf, who came to work at Hogwarts.
Hedwig.
The last time Hedwig was injured when she brought a reply, Harry had to leave Hedwig to the care of Professor Graplan.
Clearly Hedwig was well looked after, standing on top of Dobby's tiered hat, calling quietly.
Harry looked at Dobby in surprise. Dobby now had so many hats on his head that his ears were pressed down, and he seemed to be two or three feet taller.
The style of those hats, Harry remembered, had been knitted by Hermione herself.
Unexpectedly, Dobby picked them all up.
"Dobby volunteered to bring back Harry Potter's owl!" said Dobby sharply, his enthusiasm for Harry as strong as ever. "Professor Graplan said it was ready."
He bowed deeply, the tip of his nose brushed against the worn carpet, Hedwig was on his head, and flew to the arm of Harry's chair with a dissatisfied cry.
Harry patted Hedwig's head and thanked Dobby.
He blinked, trying to erase everything he saw in the dream.
Looking at the scarf and socks on Dobby's body, Harry hesitated, "You took all the clothes Hermione put here?"
"Oh no, sir," said Dobby cheerfully, "and Dobby took some for Winky."
Referring to the alcoholic house-elf, Harry asked curiously, "How's Winky?"
"Winky's still drinking, sir," said Dobby sadly, referring to the way the house-elves were treating Gryffindors now.
"They don't even clean Gryffindor Tower anymore, hats and socks are hidden everywhere, they think it's insulting."
During this time, Dobby did all the cleaning of the Gryffindor Tower himself, and he took all the things Hermione left behind.
"Dobby always wanted to meet Harry Potter, and tonight he did as usual." Dobby bowed deeply, looked at Harry timidly and asked: "Dobby heard him talking in his sleep, Harry Was Potter having a nightmare?"
Harry recalled the scene in his dream just now, rubbed his eyes, yawned and said, "Fortunately, I've done scarier ones."
Dobby looked at Harry, drooped his ears and said seriously: "Dobby wants to help Harry Potter, because Harry Potter liberated Dobby and made Dobby happy."
"You can't help me, but thank you anyway." Harry knew that his problem was difficult, and he hadn't figured out the dream yet.
When he picked up the Potions textbook that had fallen on the floor, he thought of something and asked, "There's one thing you might be able to do for me, Dobby."
Dobby beamed, and said in an excited voice, "Speak, Harry Potter, sir!"
"I need a place where 27 people can practice Defense Against the Dark Arts without being noticed by the teachers," Harry said, clutching his textbook nervously. "Especially Professor Umbridge."
He thought this matter would embarrass Dobby, but the fact is that Dobby jumped up excitedly.
"Dobby knows a wonderful place," said Dobby, delighted that he could help Harry Potter.
"The other elves have mentioned it, and we call it the 'Come and Go Room,' or the 'Room of Requirement.'"
Harry didn't expect that he could really learn the best place from Dobby.
He suddenly recalled that Dumbledore had mentioned this place at the banquet last year.
At that time, Dumbledore said that he wanted to go to the toilet and found a place with many various potties.
Harry was pleasantly surprised and learned the location from Dobby. He found Hermione and Ron the next day and told them.
They informed the other students who signed at the Hog's Head to gather at eight o'clock on the eighth floor, opposite the tapestry of Barnabas with the troll stick.
The three little ones arrived on the eighth floor at 07:30. In order to prevent being discovered, Harry also brought a Marauder's Map.
After observing for a while and finding that no one was coming, he began to follow the method Dobby said.
Walking back and forth here three times, Hermione whispered something.
"We need a place to learn to fight."
The three concentrated on walking three times, and a very smooth door appeared on the wall.
Room of Requirement.
Ron was wary, and Harry opened the door.
The purpose of entering is the bookshelf, which is filled with various books about Defense Against the Dark Arts.
There is also a demon mirror once used by the fake Moody.
A humanoid target similar to the one Professor Hilde used in his classes.
Hermione stepped forward to look through it in surprise, and a black book on the book caught her attention.
She walked over and flipped through the book, it was a collection of stories.
Looking back, she seemed to enjoy holding the book.
The Tales of Beedle the Poet
It's eight o'clock, and the students arrive one after another.
They were all amazed that Hogwarts had this room.
Fred and George frowned. The last time they came here, it was still a place for brooms.
Hermione proposed to elect a leader, and Harry was elected without incident.
They thought of some names.
Defense Association, referred to as da.
Also known as Dumbledore's Army.
If the Ministry of Magic really wanted to raise an army to deal with Dumbledore, then they would join Dumbledore's Army.
Harry's heart was pounding, Dumbledore's Army, like the Order of the Phoenix his parents had joined.
...
Star Club.
After Malfoy trained Quidditch, he had to practice zippers, which made Neville a little embarrassed to abuse food.
"You can't beat me with one leg."
Daphne rolled her eyes at the clamoring Malfoy, the only thing left in this man's body was his mouth.
John poured Malfoy a glass of fruit juice to help restore his strength.
Malfoy moaned and whimpered non-stop when he finished his drink.
Now everyone in Qunxing Club is working hard to become stronger, and they never stop training even during the holidays.
Daphne's magic is getting more and more proficient, and Cedric's Transfiguration level 4 is not a problem.
Neville and Malfoy, as the double stars of the Stars Society, can instantly kill ordinary wizards with their physiques.
Coupled with the equipment that John equipped them, they can deal with Auror head-on.
The last time John sent Tang Mi a gift, he also heard Ozzy and Professor McGonagall complain that these students are not even proficient in disarming spells in fifth grade.
Professor McGonagall was also embarrassed, their Defense Against the Dark Arts courses were always terrible.
Lupine's teachings are good, but unfortunately they are all for magical creatures.
Of the wizarding ones, Lupine didn't teach much.
At the same time, Oz's classroom also reflects many problems, and Hogwarts students are seriously lacking in certain aspects.
To say that happy education is considered a compliment.
Simply uneducated.
John left the present without alarming Ozzy.
Malfoy said in the Star Club, "I must humiliate Potter well this time."
The restarted Quidditch match, Slytherin's opponent is Gryffindor.
As the champion team last time, Malfoy couldn't wait to see Potter's bad face after his failure.
For this reason, Malfoy took out his precious Firebolt and carefully maintained and inspected it. He didn't want his Firebolt to be in trouble when it flew up.
"Cedric, don't think that you can tell me what to do if you become the president. On the Quidditch field, you are not my opponent."
As a trash talker, Malfoy didn't forget another Seeker in the Star Club.
Cedric smiled helplessly. In this regard, his skills are not enough. After all, there is a gap in equipment.
If he had a Firebolt, he might have answered a few words forcefully.
John smiled, looking forward to that scene.
...
He was walking down a windowless corridor, his footsteps echoing in the silence.
As the door at the end of the corridor drew nearer, his heart beat faster.
If only I could push it away...into it...
He held out his hand... his fingers were inches from it.
"Harry Potter, sir!"
Harry woke up with a start.
The candles in the common room have been extinguished, and there is something moving next to it.
The fire was almost out, and the room was dark.
"Who?" Harry sat up straight, with a hint of tension in his expression.
"Dobby has brought your owl, sir!"
High-pitched voice, small body.
It's Dobby.
The free house-elf, who came to work at Hogwarts.
Hedwig.
The last time Hedwig was injured when she brought a reply, Harry had to leave Hedwig to the care of Professor Graplan.
Clearly Hedwig was well looked after, standing on top of Dobby's tiered hat, calling quietly.
Harry looked at Dobby in surprise. Dobby now had so many hats on his head that his ears were pressed down, and he seemed to be two or three feet taller.
The style of those hats, Harry remembered, had been knitted by Hermione herself.
Unexpectedly, Dobby picked them all up.
"Dobby volunteered to bring back Harry Potter's owl!" said Dobby sharply, his enthusiasm for Harry as strong as ever. "Professor Graplan said it was ready."
He bowed deeply, the tip of his nose brushed against the worn carpet, Hedwig was on his head, and flew to the arm of Harry's chair with a dissatisfied cry.
Harry patted Hedwig's head and thanked Dobby.
He blinked, trying to erase everything he saw in the dream.
Looking at the scarf and socks on Dobby's body, Harry hesitated, "You took all the clothes Hermione put here?"
"Oh no, sir," said Dobby cheerfully, "and Dobby took some for Winky."
Referring to the alcoholic house-elf, Harry asked curiously, "How's Winky?"
"Winky's still drinking, sir," said Dobby sadly, referring to the way the house-elves were treating Gryffindors now.
"They don't even clean Gryffindor Tower anymore, hats and socks are hidden everywhere, they think it's insulting."
During this time, Dobby did all the cleaning of the Gryffindor Tower himself, and he took all the things Hermione left behind.
"Dobby always wanted to meet Harry Potter, and tonight he did as usual." Dobby bowed deeply, looked at Harry timidly and asked: "Dobby heard him talking in his sleep, Harry Was Potter having a nightmare?"
Harry recalled the scene in his dream just now, rubbed his eyes, yawned and said, "Fortunately, I've done scarier ones."
Dobby looked at Harry, drooped his ears and said seriously: "Dobby wants to help Harry Potter, because Harry Potter liberated Dobby and made Dobby happy."
"You can't help me, but thank you anyway." Harry knew that his problem was difficult, and he hadn't figured out the dream yet.
When he picked up the Potions textbook that had fallen on the floor, he thought of something and asked, "There's one thing you might be able to do for me, Dobby."
Dobby beamed, and said in an excited voice, "Speak, Harry Potter, sir!"
"I need a place where 27 people can practice Defense Against the Dark Arts without being noticed by the teachers," Harry said, clutching his textbook nervously. "Especially Professor Umbridge."
He thought this matter would embarrass Dobby, but the fact is that Dobby jumped up excitedly.
"Dobby knows a wonderful place," said Dobby, delighted that he could help Harry Potter.
"The other elves have mentioned it, and we call it the 'Come and Go Room,' or the 'Room of Requirement.'"
Harry didn't expect that he could really learn the best place from Dobby.
He suddenly recalled that Dumbledore had mentioned this place at the banquet last year.
At that time, Dumbledore said that he wanted to go to the toilet and found a place with many various potties.
Harry was pleasantly surprised and learned the location from Dobby. He found Hermione and Ron the next day and told them.
They informed the other students who signed at the Hog's Head to gather at eight o'clock on the eighth floor, opposite the tapestry of Barnabas with the troll stick.
The three little ones arrived on the eighth floor at 07:30. In order to prevent being discovered, Harry also brought a Marauder's Map.
After observing for a while and finding that no one was coming, he began to follow the method Dobby said.
Walking back and forth here three times, Hermione whispered something.
"We need a place to learn to fight."
The three concentrated on walking three times, and a very smooth door appeared on the wall.
Room of Requirement.
Ron was wary, and Harry opened the door.
The purpose of entering is the bookshelf, which is filled with various books about Defense Against the Dark Arts.
There is also a demon mirror once used by the fake Moody.
A humanoid target similar to the one Professor Hilde used in his classes.
Hermione stepped forward to look through it in surprise, and a black book on the book caught her attention.
She walked over and flipped through the book, it was a collection of stories.
Looking back, she seemed to enjoy holding the book.
The Tales of Beedle the Poet
It's eight o'clock, and the students arrive one after another.
They were all amazed that Hogwarts had this room.
Fred and George frowned. The last time they came here, it was still a place for brooms.
Hermione proposed to elect a leader, and Harry was elected without incident.
They thought of some names.
Defense Association, referred to as da.
Also known as Dumbledore's Army.
If the Ministry of Magic really wanted to raise an army to deal with Dumbledore, then they would join Dumbledore's Army.
Harry's heart was pounding, Dumbledore's Army, like the Order of the Phoenix his parents had joined.
...
Star Club.
After Malfoy trained Quidditch, he had to practice zippers, which made Neville a little embarrassed to abuse food.
"You can't beat me with one leg."
Daphne rolled her eyes at the clamoring Malfoy, the only thing left in this man's body was his mouth.
John poured Malfoy a glass of fruit juice to help restore his strength.
Malfoy moaned and whimpered non-stop when he finished his drink.
Now everyone in Qunxing Club is working hard to become stronger, and they never stop training even during the holidays.
Daphne's magic is getting more and more proficient, and Cedric's Transfiguration level 4 is not a problem.
Neville and Malfoy, as the double stars of the Stars Society, can instantly kill ordinary wizards with their physiques.
Coupled with the equipment that John equipped them, they can deal with Auror head-on.
The last time John sent Tang Mi a gift, he also heard Ozzy and Professor McGonagall complain that these students are not even proficient in disarming spells in fifth grade.
Professor McGonagall was also embarrassed, their Defense Against the Dark Arts courses were always terrible.
Lupine's teachings are good, but unfortunately they are all for magical creatures.
Of the wizarding ones, Lupine didn't teach much.
At the same time, Oz's classroom also reflects many problems, and Hogwarts students are seriously lacking in certain aspects.
To say that happy education is considered a compliment.
Simply uneducated.
John left the present without alarming Ozzy.
Malfoy said in the Star Club, "I must humiliate Potter well this time."
The restarted Quidditch match, Slytherin's opponent is Gryffindor.
As the champion team last time, Malfoy couldn't wait to see Potter's bad face after his failure.
For this reason, Malfoy took out his precious Firebolt and carefully maintained and inspected it. He didn't want his Firebolt to be in trouble when it flew up.
"Cedric, don't think that you can tell me what to do if you become the president. On the Quidditch field, you are not my opponent."
As a trash talker, Malfoy didn't forget another Seeker in the Star Club.
Cedric smiled helplessly. In this regard, his skills are not enough. After all, there is a gap in equipment.
If he had a Firebolt, he might have answered a few words forcefully.
John smiled, looking forward to that scene.
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