HP wants to be boss at Hogwarts

"We can't learn anything about Defense Against the Dark Arts from Umbridge." Hermione said seriously, "We must take some action against her."

"I suggest poisoning," Ron said seriously.

"Do we have to talk about Umbridge at this time?" Minnow frowned.

"Put down the chopsticks, Pansy, it's not done yet!"

"Are you familiar?"

"It's still red!"

"We'll eat hot pot later!" Hermione stood up, "Listen to me."

Minnow chewed the beef roll Cho fed her and raised her head to look at Hermione.

Winter is the best time to eat hot pot, at least that's what Mino thought. He asked Qiu to get ingredients from China, and asked Fred and George to go to the kitchen to get some food. He led a group of people into the Room of Requirement.

Eating hot pot in the Room of Requirement was a path I had never imagined, but it was simply more comfortable than teasing Umbridge.

"Well," Hermione said hesitantly, "Well, I was thinking today..." She glanced at Harry and Minnow a little nervously, and then continued, "I was thinking - maybe we should simply - - Just do it yourself."

"What?" Draco asked.

"Well - let's learn Defense Against the Dark Arts ourselves," Hermione said.

"Stop talking nonsense," Ron complained, "You want to increase our burden? Don't you know that Harry and I have fallen behind on another pile of homework, and it's only the first few weeks?"

"But it's much more important than homework!" said Hermione.

"I don't think there's anything in the world more important than homework!" said Ron.

"Of course," Qiu said, "like hot pot."

"I guess so," Cedric said, "but what do we do?"

"Let Mino cast a curse on us?" Ron looked at Mino with fear on his face, "That way we will die."

"We need a teacher, a suitable teacher who can teach us how to use spells and correct us if we don't do it right," Hermione said.

"Professor Snape!" Minnow said excitedly.

"Oh, if Professor Snape is willing - but what I want is - Harry, Minnow, you can teach us Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"Me?" Harry pointed at himself in disbelief, "You're kidding, aren't you?"

"I think it's feasible," Astoria said.

"I don't trust Potter, but Minnow is fine," Daphne said.

"I believe in Mino." Qiu smiled.

Cedric didn't know whether he should take care of Harry or follow his girlfriend and trust Minnow.

"You are the best in Defense Against the Dark Arts in the whole year," Hermione said.

"Me?" Harry said, "I'm not. You and Mino get better grades than me in every exam -"

"Actually no," Hermione said calmly, "You surpassed me in third year - the only year we both went through the ordeal together and met a teacher who really knew his stuff. But here I am It’s not about test scores, Harry. Think about all the things you did!”

"What do you mean?"

"I told you Potter was a fool," Draco said, "You and Minnow have been fighting against Voldemort since you were children."

"Oh...but I-"

"Harry," Minnow said earnestly, "Next time you face Voldemort, call him Tom. He will pay special attention to you in the next period of time."

"No one will think of you forever, but Voldemort will," Parkinson said, "think of you until he dies."

"Harry," Hermione said gently, "it's no use pretending that you're not great at Defense Against the Dark Arts, because you really are. Last year, you were the only one who could completely escape the Imperius Curse. You could change With a Patronus, you can do all kinds of things that even adult wizards can't do. Viktor always said before - "

Ron turned his head towards her so fast that it seemed to strain his neck.He rubbed his neck and said, "What? What did Viktor say?"

"Oh, oh," said Hermione in a bored tone, "he said Harry knew magic that he didn't even know, and he was in his last year at Durmstrang."

Ron eyed Hermione suspiciously.

"You shouldn't still be in contact with him, right?"

"So what?" Hermione said coldly, but her face was slightly red, "I can also have a pen pal -"

"He doesn't just want to be your pen pal," Ron said accusingly.

Daphne let out a small laugh before happily handing out the popcorn.

"Isn't it good to be so happy?" Qiu whispered.

"It doesn't matter, Weasley's pain is everyone's happiness." Parkinson said, "The fish balls are cooked."

"So we're going to have a class?" Minnow asked, "and Harry and I will be the teachers?"

"That's right." Hermione nodded.

"Can I charge you money?" Mino asked.

Hermione looked at Mino: "What do you think?"

"I think it's okay." Mino whispered.

"I don't think so!" Hermione said loudly, then looked at the others, "We are going to Hogsmeade on the first weekend in October? We might as well ask everyone who is interested to meet us in the village. How about we discuss this matter carefully?"

"Oh, I thought it was just us," Cedric said.

"It doesn't seem fair if we don't give other people a chance," Hermione said.

"Why do we have to go outside the school?" Ron asked.

"Because," Hermione said, taking a sip of juice, "if Umbridge found out what we were going to do, I don't think she would be very happy."

"I think she would be so angry that her face would change shape and she would deduct points from the four colleges," Minow said.

"Twenty cents?"

"No, thirty minutes."

"At least fifty!"

"I think--"

"Stop!" Hermione gestured to pause, "Is now the time to talk about deducting points?"

Several people fell silent, and Hermione continued to talk about organizing a Defense Against the Dark Arts remedial class, asking Qiu and Cedric to go to their respective colleges to promote it, and let those who wanted to learn meet at Hogwarts.

"All Slytherin involved," Minnow said.

Hermione froze for a moment.

"Can the Room of Requirement fit it?"

"If they can't, let them come to class separately and divide them into several teams." Mino said.

The matter was settled for the time being, and Mino called this hot pot meeting a hot pot meeting where key figures from the four major colleges met to discuss the future of the college.

Mino felt that the longer the name, the more powerful it was, and future conference names would also need to be this long.

But Fred and George were a little unhappy that Gryffindor's key figures were missing them.

"I told you," Mino said dissatisfied, "You must go to Filch's office with Jordan to steal something."

Filch has been very busy recently, because the students have some strange things - Fred and George's inventions - which makes him very distressed, and his thin hair is falling out even more, but he doesn't seem to want to Asked Snape for a hair restorer.

Mino felt that this was just like Lucius, who insisted that he had hair, so he sent a letter to Lucius asking how his hair was.

On Thursday night, when Minnow returned to the common room, Draco, who was writing a paper on potions, raised his head: "Minnow, my father said that if you send him another letter, he will send it to the Ministry of Magic." , let Fudge give Umbridge orders."

"what?"

"Let Umbridge give all the teachers low marks and then replace all the teachers in Hogwarts."

"Lucius still has this ability?" Mino sat down nonchalantly.

"Because Malfoy is rich." Draco smiled proudly.

Mino sighed deeply.

"I just want to pay attention to Uncle Lucius. Professor Snape may have secretly used hair restorer without telling him."

"really?"

"Look at Professor Snape's hair. It's very dark and plentiful," Minnow said. "It's just a little oily."

"Oh -" Draco thought for a moment, "How about we give Professor Snape shampoo on his birthday?"

"Okay," Mino nodded with a smile, "if you are not afraid of Slytherin being deducted points."

Scala, who was passing by, looked at the back of Mino's head unconsciously.

"Oh my god, do you have to wear this hair tie all the time? This is too tacky, we are Slytherin!"

"Really?" Mino smiled evilly, "Professor Snape gave this to me. If you doubt his aesthetics, I will tell Professor Snape later!"

"Oh my God! I have never seen such a beautiful hair rope. Look at how it sparkles, as brilliant as the sunset! Oh! Merlin! Merlin will be intoxicated by this wonderful color!"

Mino's eyebrows knitted together.

"It's so disgusting that you talk like that."

"Mino!" Daphne shouted, "Want to play mahjong?"

Mino looked over and said, "There are just two of you."

"Susan went to the dormitory to get mahjong."

Draco raised his head: "I want to play too."

"You should finish your potions homework first... By the way, did Harry give you the Galleons?"

"No, but we're settled." Draco said, looking a little happy.

"Why?" Mino asked, "It only offset ten gold galleons, right?"

"Oh, yes, but he did something else...don't look at me like that, I won't tell you."

"Hey!" Mino took off the hair rope, preparing to turn up the brightness to the maximum and shine Draco to death.

"Mino!" Draco stood up, "This is Harry and I's secret! Don't pry into our privacy!"

Mino was silent, and the hand holding the hair rope trembled slightly.

"Why did you suddenly call him by his Christian name? What happened between you two?" Mino shouted excitedly, "Are you and Harry in love?"

The common room fell silent.

Draco looked at the eyes around him and touched his hair pretending to be calm.

"Don't be ridiculous, Minnow, I just suddenly found that Harry and I have the same interests."

"Are you teaming up to trick me again?"

"Of course not, we're not that boring." Draco said seriously.

Mino looked at Draco suspiciously until Susan came down with mahjong in her hands and was pulled by Parkinson to play mahjong.

Draco breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this, but he didn't expect that the front page headline of the next day's "Super Gossip" would be: The love between Gryffindor's savior and Slytherin's pure-blooded little ferret.

"Pansy Parkinson!"