Together [HP]

Ever since Hermione first brought up this absurd, unrealistic, and highly likely bankruptcy plan with serious consequences after being caught, Hermione hasn't mentioned it to Jacqueline for three full weeks. matter.However, that doesn't mean Hermione has forgotten.Every time Hermione looked at Jacqueline with eager eyes, Jacqueline found herself unable to speak the language of rejection.

And this incident has seriously affected Yuna and her practice.

"You've got less than a month left." The night before Hogsmeade weekend, Hermione informed Jacqueline that they would meet at the Hog's Head pub to see how many students would like to participate in their event. , when Jacqueline couldn't concentrate no matter what, Yuna decided to give up their practice this time, "Are you going to be an heir in this state?"

"I'm sorry, Mom." Jacqueline stood in front of Yuna with her hands down, ready to be scolded by Yuna.

Yuna looked at her and raised her eyebrows, "If you don't mind, tell me what distracted you."

Jacqueline struggled for a while, she decided to give up, she needed someone to tell her what to do. "Miss Granger wants to set up a 'study group'." Jacqueline looked at Yuna, choosing her words carefully. "Potter will teach some spells."

"This is a 'study group' that sounds dangerous." Yuna's expression was still very calm, without any signs of disturbance. "She invited you too, didn't she?"

"I know I should refuse." Jacqueline spread her hands.

"So what's the problem?"

"I don't know." Jacqueline said very confused, "I don't know why, every time I see Hermione's eyes, I can't refuse her."

Yuna sat there, leaning back in her chair, crossing her fingers under her chin, "I can't help you." She said slowly, "Jacqueline, unfortunately, you have to ask yourself in this matter." Make up your mind. Nobody can help you."

"But, Mom..."

Yuna held up a finger to stop her, "But, if this matter is really important to you, go talk to Miss Granger, she is not unreasonable. Go tell her, you refuse her reason."

Jacqueline let out a long breath, "Okay." She nodded, "Okay."

When Pansy asked Jacqueline if she wanted to go to Hogsmeade with her the next day, Jacqueline lay on the bed and shook her head firmly. "I'm going to sleep for a while." Jacqueline said as if she hadn't woken up yet, "If I want to go after waking up..."

"Then you can come to Three Broomsticks to find me." Pan Xi straightened her clothes, "I will probably gossip with a bunch of girls in there."

"Yeah." Jacqueline nodded in a daze.

However, after confirming that most people should have passed Filch, Jacqueline dived out of the bed, washed as fast as she could, took off all the badges on her robe, and didn't even eat breakfast. He hurriedly walked towards the school gate.

By the time she got there, Filch was ready to put away the list and head home.

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Filch," said Jacqueline a little out of breath, "I've just been delayed by something."

With a grunt, Filch reluctantly ticked Jacqueline's name and let her out.

As soon as she walked out of the Hogwarts campus, Jacqueline hurriedly put on her hood. She lowered her head and tried to pick a shaded place to walk.Under the circumstances, the last thing she needed was to be seen to be involved with this Hermione activity.She had just walked past the Seasoning Joke Shop when she saw Hermione and the three of them walking ahead of her, where Hermione was telling Harry and Ron that she had an appointment to meet at the Pig's Head.

Jacqueline clutched her robe and walked quickly past them, past the post office, and turned into a small bar at a side street.A tattered wooden signboard hung from rusty brackets over the door, and above it hung the severed head of a wild boar, blood seeping through the white cloth that wrapped it.The sign creaked in the wind as she approached.

Jacqueline walked in, and Aberforth flashed out through a back door. "What?" he muttered.

"I need a place where I can hide and hear the conversation here." Jacqueline walked to the bar and lowered her voice.

"Does your mother allow you to come over?" Aberforth bent down and pulled a dusty, filthy bottle from under the counter and set it on the bar.

"She wants me to talk to Granger." Jacqueline moved her neck.

"Then you sit somewhere above board." Aberforth pushed the bottle of butterbeer over. "Put your hats on, there are enough disguises here. I don't understand why all the One can think that my place is the best place to tell little secrets."

Jacqueline nodded slightly to Aberforth, took her butterbeer, found a seat behind the door, with her back to the bar, and slowly drank her butterbeer.

"I always feel that something is wrong, Hermione." Soon, the door of the Pig's Head Bar was opened again, and Harry's voice came, "Did you ever think that Umbridge would come here?"

"Umbridge is shorter than that woman," Hermione whispered beside him, "and, even if Umbridge came up here, she wouldn't be able to stop us, Harry, because I read the school rules over and over again." Two or three times. We didn't go off the rails. I also specifically asked Professor Flitwick if students could go to the Hog's Head, and he said yes, but he kept suggesting that I bring my own glass. I checked everything I could think of about The rules for organizing study groups and extra-curricular groups, they are within the bounds of what is absolutely allowed. I just don’t think we should be overly ostentatious about doing this.”

"But," Jacqueline could hear a trace of hesitation in Hermione's voice, and she could feel a gaze shooting at herself, "I always feel that the back of that person is a bit familiar, like someone we know."

"It's impossible..." Harry's voice became smaller and smaller, and it seemed that they were walking towards the bar.After that, Jacqueline couldn't hear what they were saying.

Soon, the door of the bar opened again.A rough, dusty ray of sunlight bisected the room, then disappeared again, and Jacqueline could hear the sound of many feet coming in.

"Three or two?" Harry said hoarsely to Hermione. "Three or two?"

"Yeah, yes, it seems that this idea is very popular." Hermione was a little bleak while being happy, "I wish Jacqueline was here. Ron, would you like to bring some more chairs?"

"Hey," said Fred, "excuse me, can I get us twenty-five butterbeers? Thanks, everyone, I don't have money for that much beer?"

Gradually, their noisy conversations quieted down, and then Jacqueline heard the sound of a chair moving, as if someone had stood up.

"Well," said Hermione, her voice a little higher than usual because of nervousness, "well, well, hello everyone."

"Well, well, you all know why you're here. Huh? Well, Harry had an idea, I mean, I had an idea. If anyone wants to learn Defense Against the Dark Arts, I mean Learn the real stuff, not the crap that Umbridge taught us."

Hermione's voice suddenly became firmer and more righteous, "No one would call that thing Defense Against the Dark Arts." ("Well said, well said!" Anthony Goldstein said.) "I Figured, we might as well, um, figure things out ourselves."

She paused, glanced at Jacqueline's back, and continued: "What I mean is to learn how to effectively protect yourself, not only to learn the theory, but also to practice the real spell."

"But I figured you'd have to pass the OWLs in Defense Against the Dark Arts too?" said Michael Kerner.

"Of course it is," Hermione said immediately, "but more importantly than that, I want to get formal training in defense because, because..." She took a deep breath before finishing, "because Voldemort is back."

Jacqueline involuntarily clenched the butter beer in front of her, and there was a strange scream in the bar.

"Well, that's the plan," said Hermione, "if you want to join, we need to decide how we're going to..."

"Is there any evidence that the mysterious man is back?" a person asked in an aggressive tone.

"Oh, Dumbledore believes..." Hermione didn't finish.

"You mean to say that Dumbledore believed him."

"Who are you?" Ron asked rudely.

"Zacharias Smith," said the boy, "I think we have a right to know why on earth he said You-Know-Who is back."

"Be careful," Hermione cut in briskly, "this isn't really what this meeting is about..."

Jacqueline couldn't help but laugh out of her throat, and Hermione's eyes quickly turned to her.

"It's okay, Hermione," said Harry. "Why do I say that the mysterious man is back? Because I saw him. Dumbledore told the whole school what happened at the end of last school year. If you don't believe him, then you won't believe me. I don't want to waste Convincing people to trust me in an afternoon."

Zacharias said contemptuously: "Last semester Dumbledore only told us that Cedric Diggory was killed by You-Know-Who and that you brought Diggory's body back to Hogwarts. He didn't tell us The specific details, he didn't tell us how Digory was killed, I think we all want to know..."

"If you're here to hear what it was like to hear about Voldemort's murder, I can't help you," said Harry. "I don't want to talk about Cedric Diggory, understand? If that's what you came here for, you can go now."

"So," said Hermione, her voice becoming high and thin again, "so, like I said, if you guys want to learn some defensive skills, we need to figure out how to do it, how often Once, where will we meet?"

"Is that true," a girl interrupted Hermione, "Can you really conjure a Patronus?"

After hearing this, everyone discussed in low voice with great interest.

"Yeah." Harry said a little warily.

"A physical patron saint?"

That sentence reminded Harry of something.

"Well, you don't know Mrs. Burns?" he asked.

The girl smiled.

"She's my aunt," she said. "My name is Susan Burns. She told me about your trial. Is it true, then? Can you make a stag Patronus?"

"Yes," said Harry.

"That's great, Harry!" said Lee, looking admiring. "I never knew that before!"

"Mum told Ron not to go around," said Fred, grinning. "She said you got enough attention."

"She's right," whispered Harry, and one or two of them laughed out loud.

The witch wrapped in a veil moved imperceptibly in her seat, and Jacqueline and Hermione looked over at the same time.

"You killed the basilisk with that sword in Dumbledore's office?" Terry Boot asked. "That's what a portrait on the wall told me last year?"

"Well, actually, well, it is," said Harry.

"But Jacqueline drew the sword," Hermione replied quickly.

"But when we were in first year," Neville told the group, "he rescued the Philosopher's Stone."

"It's the Philosopher's Stone." Hermione corrected him quietly.

"Oh, yes, from the mysterious man." Neville finished.

"Not to mention," Qiu said, "the projects he completed in the Triwizard Tournament last semester. Crossing fire dragons, mermaids, etc."

There were murmurs of admiration and approval from around the table.

"Actually," said Harry, and everyone fell silent immediately, "I, I don't want to be modest or anything, but I've been helped a lot with all those things."

"You didn't get help the time you crossed the dragon," said Michael Kerner immediately. "It was pretty cool when you flew."

"Yeah, um..." said Harry, feeling that it would be rude to protest further.

"There was no one to help you get rid of those dementors this summer," Susan Burns said.

"Yes," said Harry, "yes, yes, I know I've done some things that haven't been helped, but what I'm trying to say is..."

"Are you playing tricks and don't want to show us the magic?" Zacharias Smith said.

"I've got an idea," said Ron loudly, before Harry could speak. "Why can't you keep your mouth shut?"

"We all came to learn from him, but he said he really didn't know anything," he said.

"That's not what he said," said Fred angrily. "Do you want us to wash your ears?" asked George, "or any part of your body, we don't care where you put it in," said Fred.

"Okay, okay," said Hermione quickly, "let's get down to business. The point is, do we agree to let Harry teach us?" Everyone murmured agreement.

"Okay," said Hermione, looking relieved that one thing had finally settled down, "then, the second question is, how often do we have lessons. Less than once a week, I think, probably no What's the use of..."

"Wait," Angelina said, "make sure this doesn't conflict with our Quidditch practice."

"That's right," Qiu said, "it can't conflict with ours."

"And ours," said Zacharias Smith.

"I'm sure we can find an evening that suits everyone," said Hermione, slightly impatiently, "but you know, this is important, and we're talking about learning how to protect ourselves against Voldemort's eclipse." Dead Apostle..."

"Well said!" exclaimed Ernie McMillan. "Personally, I think it's really, really important, probably more important than anything else we're going to do this year, even the upcoming OWLs! Personally I'm wondering , why at such a crucial time, the Ministry of Magic stuffed us with such a useless teacher. Obviously, they refused to believe that You-Know-Who had returned, yet they sent us such a useless teacher to prevent us from using The teacher who defends against spells..."

"Jacqueline, I mean, I think the reason Umbridge won't let us practice Defense Against the Dark Arts," said Hermione, "is because she has some ridiculous idea in her head that Dumbledore will use The students of the school acted as a secret army. She thought Dumbledore would encourage us to fight the Ministry of Magic."

A voice Jacqueline had never heard said: "Yes, that makes a lot of sense. In fact, Cornelius Fudge has his own secret army."

"What?" said Harry, completely taken aback by the unexpected situation.

"Yes, he has an army of Heliopaus," said the voice gravely.

"Impossible," said Hermione curtly.

"It's true," said the girl.

"What's Heliopa?" Neville asked, looking dazed.

"They are fire spirits," said the girl, "huge monsters covered in flames, who gallop across the land and burn everything in front of them."

"They don't exist, Neville," said Hermione sharply.

"Oh, it exists!" the girl said angrily.

"Excuse me, what proof do you have?" Hermione asked sharply.

"Plenty of eyewitness reports. Just because you're so ignorant, you need everything stuffed under your nose to..."

"Cough. Cough," Ginny said, imitating Professor Umbridge perfectly.A few people looked around in surprise, and then burst out laughing, "Didn't we just decide how often to gather for defense classes?"

"Yeah," said Hermione immediately, "yes, you're right, Ginny."

"I said, once a week is better." Lee Jordan said.

"As long as," Angelina was about to speak.

"Yes, yes, we know there's Quidditch," said Hermione nervously. "There's one more thing to decide, and that's where we'll meet."

This question is more complicated, and everyone fell into silence. "Library?" Katie Bell suggested after a moment.

"I'm afraid Mrs. Pince won't be too happy about our practice of jinxes in the library," said Harry.

"Or find an unused classroom?" Dean said. "Yeah," said Ron, "McGonagall will probably let us use her classroom, that's what she did last time Harry was training for the Triwizard Tournament."

"Well, let's find a way to find a place," Hermione said, "When we confirm the time and place of the first meeting, we will send a message to inform everyone." She rummaged in her bag for a while, then hesitated, It seems that he is determined to force himself to speak out.

"I, I want everyone to write their names down so we know who's here today. I also think," she took a deep breath, "that we should all agree that we don't so that once you sign, you agree not to tell Umbridge or anyone else about us."

Then there was the sound of writing from the bar, as well as Aberforth's unusual cough.

Jacqueline stood up slowly, she knew that it was a signal from Aberforth, if she didn't pass, Hermione and the others might have to leave.

"I knew it was you." When Jacqueline turned around, Hermione couldn't help but exclaimed excitedly, it seemed that she had been staring this way, "I won't mistake you From behind!"

"Hermione." Jacqueline walked over slowly, her face hidden under the hood, she glanced at Aberforth, who re-entered the back door, "You will become a Good minister," she said in a low voice.

"I'm so glad you're finally here!" Hermione happily pushed the list they were putting away in front of Jacqueline, and took out her quill. "So, you'll join us, right?"

Jacqueline glanced at the list above, and more than half of the Gryffindors had signed it, and then Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw.

If I signed it, Jacqueline thought, what would Umbridge or Fudge look like when they saw it?

Jacqueline shook her head, and Hermione's smiling face immediately collapsed. "Jacqueline..." she begged in a low voice, "you..."

"Then you don't want to report us to Umbridge, do you?" Ron held his chest in displeasure, staring at Jacqueline, "Hermione just said that she..."

"She doesn't have any reason not to approve your 'extracurricular activity group' yet." Jacqueline said softly, "But that doesn't mean she can't in the future."

"If you didn't come here and you don't want to report us, why did you come here?" Harry asked suspiciously.

"I'm here to explain to Hermione." Jacqueline looked at Hermione, and Hermione looked at the list in front of her with some frustration, her fingers ran across it reluctantly. "If this concerned me alone, I would be more than happy to support your decision, however, this concerns my mum."

"Yeah, it's as if no one on here has family members in the Ministry of Magic." Ron said, pointing to the list.

"Nobody's mother is the Wizengamot's Head Sorcerer now," said Jacqueline, staring up at Ron.

"That's because they fired Headmaster Dumbledore!" Harry said loudly, and they got most of the attention right away.

"But you don't see Dumbledore yelling here." Jacqueline lowered her voice, and then she looked at Hermione again and softened her voice, "If my mother was expelled from the Wizengamot because of me ,” she explained cautiously, “meaning, we are at the Ministry of Magic…”

Jacqueline glanced at Ron, "High level," Ron opened his mouth wide, and angrily swallowed what he wanted to say, "There will be no one."

"But!" Harry wanted to retort, but Hermione stopped him.

"Okay, Harry, Ron," said Hermione, "Jacqueline was right." She turned and looked firmly at the two boys behind her. Harry and Ron looked at each other, wisely Decided it was best to keep your mouth shut.

"But, Jacqueline," said Hermione expectantly, looking back at Jacqueline, "but you'll help us, won't you, I mean, maybe, um, in private?"

Jacqueline smiled slightly, "Of course," she nodded, "and my first advice to you," Jacqueline tapped the list, "is not to name this group something like SPEW. "

Hermione blushed rapidly, and Harry and Ron behind her were trying desperately not to burst out laughing, "This isn't funny at all!" Hermione blushed loudly, "SPEW stands for... "

Jacqueline interrupted Hermione's words by stretching out a finger, "Second point, hide this list well. Because if Umbridge wants to, she can send you all directly to Ahmedabad with this list." Zkaban."

"Thank you for your suggestion!" Hermione emphasized the last two words fiercely, and she rolled up the list angrily. place, are you satisfied?"

Jacqueline nodded. "Regarding the time and place of your first meeting you just mentioned, I just thought of an idea that I can roughly inform them, but there are still some specific content. I think we can discuss it sometime."

"Okay." Hermione nodded, "I also have a general idea. Where are you going?"

"I think I need to go to the Three Broomsticks and meet Pencey for a drink."

"That's really great." Hermione said cheerfully, leading the way out, "We're going to go there too, sit down and have a good rest."

"Shall we go for a drink?" Ron said a little in disbelief. "Are you all right Hermione, I thought you'd let us go straight back to our homework."

"Don't be silly, Ron." Hermione blushed involuntarily. "We need to, uh, celebrate. I didn't expect this to go so well."

"You're very convincing," Jacqueline whispered, walking beside Hermione, who had her hood down now.Harry and Ron still clutched their bottles of butterbeer.

"Actually..." Hermione's ears were completely red, "Actually, I've been practicing last night. I've been thinking, if, if it were you, what would you say. I hope you don't think It's weird."

"You are much stronger than me."

Hermione's whole face started to burn. She was very grateful that they had entered the Three Broomsticks. She couldn't wait to say goodbye to Jacqueline, and hurriedly pulled Harry and Ron towards the counter.

Jacqueline looked at Hermione's back somewhat inexplicably, shook her head, and walked towards Pansy.