Hogwarts Lion Girl

At breakfast, the latest issue of The Daily Prophet was dropped on the Gryffindor table as usual. Harry picked up one casually and glanced at the contents casually. Soon, an eye-catching news headline caught his attention - "Ministry of Magic Appoints Senior Investigator, Dolores Umbridge Will Fully Supervise Hogwarts."

The article details Umbridge's appointment as Senior Inquisitor by the Ministry of Magic, and claims that this is to better control Hogwarts and ensure the school's teaching order and student safety.

In an interview, Umbridge shamelessly claimed that her reform measures were supported by the majority of parents, and boasted about her past "achievements" in an attempt to gild her own image.

Of course, the article also lightly mentioned the voices from a few opponents, and even an elder of the Wizengamot resigned in protest against Umbridge's appointment.

Seeing this, Harry and Hermione exchanged worried looks. They both knew that Umbridge's arrival was by no means a good sign for Hogwarts.

As expected, Umbridge couldn't wait to start her "reform" actions after taking office.

She first barged into Professor Trelawney's divination classroom with arrogance, and in front of all the students, she asked Professor Trelawney about her family situation in a sarcastic manner and tried to force her to make a prediction on the spot.

Professor Trelawney suppressed her anger and rejected her unreasonable request, and predicted that Umbridge would face great danger.

However, Umbridge scoffed at Professor Trelawney's prophecy and completely ignored it.

The Herbology class did not escape Umbridge's clutches. She broke into the greenhouse as if no one was around, watched coldly as the students collected the concentrated water from the Babo tuber, and pointed fingers and commented on it.

Hermione told Harry that Umbridge checked almost all the courses, and even the usually gentle Professor Grubbly-Plank was harassed by her because of his open support for Dumbledore.

As night fell, a warm fire burned in the common room of Hogwarts Castle, and Harry and the other two were whispering about Umbridge's latest actions.

Suddenly, the flames in the fireplace jumped, and Sirius Black's familiar, slightly haggard face appeared in the dancing flames.

"Harry, Hermione." Sirius' voice was a little tired, "I have some news for you. It's about Fudge and Umbridge."

Harry and the other two immediately became nervous; they knew that the news Sirius brought must be very important.

"The Order of the Phoenix has received news that Fudge did not allow you to conduct actual combat training because he was worried that Dumbledore would take this opportunity to organize a student army to fight against the Ministry of Magic." Sirius' tone was full of anger and helplessness.

"What?!" Harry and Hermione exclaimed in unison. They both understood that now that Voldemort had resurrected, the students of Hogwarts were in urgent need of practical training to protect themselves, and Fudge's decision would undoubtedly put them in even greater danger.

"That coward, he must be scared!" Sirius said angrily, "Because he knows he has no ability at all."

"So what should we do next?" Ron asked anxiously, "Are we just going to sit there and wait for death?"

"Of course not!" Hermione said decisively, "We can't pin our hopes on others, we have to find a way ourselves!"

Hermione turned to Harry, hope glittering in her eyes: "Harry, you can teach everyone! You have practical experience, you can teach everyone defense!"

Harry was stunned for a moment. He had never thought that he would become someone else's teacher. Moreover, facing Umbridge's relentless pressure, he was filled with nervousness.

"Hermione, I..." Harry hesitated, not sure how to start.

"Harry, believe in yourself, you can do it!" Hermione encouraged, "We need you!"

Under Hermione's firm gaze, Harry finally nodded. He knew he had to stand up bravely.

They began to "recruit" secretly, and the first meeting was scheduled on the day they went to Hogsmeade, at the Hog's Head Inn.

……

The dim bar was filled with the aroma of butterbeer, mixed with a hint of tobacco.

The flames in the fireplace danced happily, lighting up a corner of the dim room.

Several wizards sat around the table, talking in low voices about the strange things that had happened in the Ministry of Magic recently, occasionally bursting into low laughter.

Behind the bar, the boss was wiping the wine glasses skillfully. He looked up from time to time, looking seriously at the increasing number of Hogwarts students.

As time went by, the back door of the Pig's Head Bar was pushed open again and again, and students came in one after another. They found their companions under the dim light and greeted them in a low voice.

Harry looked around and saw that there were more people than they had expected, almost filling up half the bar.

Some of the faces were very familiar to him, such as Luna, Neville, and Ginny, while some were completely unfamiliar, but the expressions on their faces were exactly the same, with a hint of nervousness, a hint of anticipation, and a hint of excitement.

Fred walked through the crowd, walked to the bar, and shouted to the boss: "27 bottles of butter beer, thank you! Everyone, pay for it yourself!"

Everyone took out their wallets and handed the money to Fred with a smile.

After everyone was seated, Hermione cleared her throat, looked around, and said loudly: "Thank you all for coming today. We are gathered here today to..."

She paused, and said with a firm look, "It is to learn the real Defense Against the Dark Arts!"

A few low cheers broke out in the crowd, some people looked around anxiously, while others clenched their fists excitedly.

Hermione continued: "What Professor Umbridge taught us is not enough to protect us from real danger. Harry, he has experienced it, he knows that Voldemort is back!"

When hearing this name, the originally noisy bar suddenly became quiet and you could hear a pin drop.

Some people's faces turned pale and their eyes were filled with fear, some people clenched their teeth and held the wine glasses in their hands tightly, and some people widened their eyes in disbelief, as if they couldn't believe their ears.

But in the end, everyone's eyes were focused on Harry, with expectation, hope, and a hint of uneasiness.

Hermione looked around at everyone, her tone becoming serious: "You need to know what joining us means. It means choosing to stand on the opposite side of the Ministry of Magic and Umbridge, and it means choosing a path full of unknown risks. However, if you decide to join, we must unite and advance and retreat together!"

As soon as she finished speaking, a discordant voice rang out.

"Wait, I still don't understand, is the You-Know-Who really back? The Daily Prophet said that it was all lies made up by Dumbledore and Potter!" Zacharias Smith, Hufflepuff's Seeker, asked doubtfully.

Hermione frowned, "Zacharys, this is not what we are gathered here to discuss today."

Zacharias continued aggressively, "How is it not a problem? If the mysterious man doesn't come back at all, wouldn't it be a joke for us to gather here and learn Defense Against the Dark Arts?"

The atmosphere in the bar suddenly became tense.

Harry took a deep breath, looked directly into Zacharias' eyes, and said firmly, "Voldemort is back. I saw it with my own eyes, and Professor Dumbledore can testify to that."

Zacharias curled his lips: "Of course Dumbledore would say he's back, he didn't tell us any details!"

Ron couldn't help but interrupt, "That's because you're not qualified to know! Even if I tell you the details, what can you do? With your level of magic, it's useless even if you know it!"

Zacharias was choked by Ron's words and was speechless, but the suspicion in his eyes did not diminish at all.

Harry looked around at everyone and said sincerely, "If anyone still has questions about the purpose of our gathering tonight, you can leave now. No one will force you. I teach everyone magic just because I hope everyone can have the power to protect themselves and others."

He paused, and glanced at everyone, "To tell you the truth, with our current strength, we are no match for a real dark wizard!"

Harry's words made those who had originally looked down on him stop being careless, and the atmosphere in the bar became more serious.

Most people showed approval on their faces. They came here to learn how to fight against dark magic and protect themselves and their friends.

Zacharias wanted to say something else, but Ron interrupted him rudely: "Don't you understand? Harry has faced Voldemort before, we must trust him!"

Ron's voice was loud enough to attract everyone's attention.

He went on, "Those idiots in the Ministry of Magic and that old toad Umbridge won't help us. We can only rely on ourselves!"

Zacharias was about to retort, but Harry suddenly stood up.

Beside him, Fred and George took a step forward at the same time and stood in front of Harry. George had a thing that looked like a firework in his hand and was pointing it at Zacharias.

Zacharias was shocked by their actions. He knew that if he continued talking, these Gryffindors would not be polite to him.

Although he was reckless, he was not stupid. It was obvious that he was no match for these people in terms of strength.

He could only close his mouth unwillingly and swallow all the questions and dissatisfaction in his heart.