Together [HP]

The next day, Sunday, the last bright autumn sun shone warmly on the earth. Jacqueline was originally doing her homework in the library, but Hermione pulled her out after lunch.Under a big tree by the lake, Harry and Ron were looking at their homework morosely.

"Why did you bring me here?" Jacqueline hid under a big beech tree, covering her face with one hand to block the sun.

"How many times can we have such good weather?" Hermione said happily.

Jacqueline looked up at the sun high in the sky, reached out and touched Hermione's forehead, and after confirming that she was not talking nonsense because of illness, she turned and walked directly towards the castle.

"I need your help." Hermione hurriedly pulled her back, "I'm serious, I've been thinking about how to fix the time and place of practice last night. It's impossible for us to go one by one notify."

"But why under the hot sun!" Jacqueline complained. "Aren't you afraid that the sun will burn you?"

"Jacqueline, it's autumn and you're still in the shade. What would you do if it was summer?"

"I stayed in the castle all summer, except to go out..." Jacqueline stopped immediately. "Yes, you don't know that, because you completely forgot about promising me to write to me!"

Hermione flattened her mouth helplessly, "Forget me talking." She took out a piece of densely written parchment from her school bag. At first, Jacqueline thought it was their arithmetic and divination homework, until Hermione took it out. The parchment was placed on the ground before Jacqueline could see clearly that it was divided into seven parts, marked Monday to Sunday.

"I took into account the time they requested. Almost three colleges have Quidditch practice three times a week, and they don't know when it is. The schedule of each grade is different. I I really doubt that we can find a suitable fixed time."

"And you can't tell me about this in the castle?" Jacqueline frowned and looked at the parchment on the ground in front of her. "Why do we have to talk in such a bright sun?"

"Also, I still need a classroom that can accommodate so many people, a total of 28 people, and allow them to cast spells at any time. I really doubt if I have to search the entire school." Hermione He continued to speak to himself.

"Although it's not as hot as summer, the sun is still very poisonous. The clothes on my back are almost wet."

"Jacqueline!" Hermione yelled, "Can you stop complaining, and when we're done, you can go back to your shady lounge."

"You're right!" Jacqueline focused her eyes on the parchment with extreme reluctance, "but it sounds like you need a secret room. Huh? Yes, why don't you use the secret room of the basilisk? .No, it's kind of weird to have a bunch of people going in and out of Myrtle's bathroom together."

Hermione frowned and stared at Jacqueline angrily. Jacqueline scratched the middle of the parchment with her fingers, "However, I heard Uncle William mention that there seems to be a room on the eighth floor. He once bragged , How did he escape the crazy pursuit of the girls in a classroom that appeared inexplicably. Although I always thought he was exaggerating..."

"Also, Hermione, either you made a mistake, or... well," Jacqueline held the parchment in front of her, and said to herself, "Of course, I believe you can't make mistakes. Yes, but it doesn't look like you'll have any regular hours. That's fine though, and it's less likely to find a pattern if someone tries to catch you."

Hermione nodded, "That's a good idea, I'll go and see the classroom you mentioned." She said as she dug out two needles and some wool from her schoolbag, and then cast a spell on the knitting needles , making them rattle and flutter around her.

"What are these?" Jacqueline's eyes were quickly attracted, and she carefully touched the knitted hat and scarf. "These seem to be hats and scarves."

"They are!" said Hermione in disbelief. "They're not so bad that you can't recognize them."

"I'm sorry," Jacqueline said immediately, looking curiously at the two needles flying up and down, "I just, never saw these things before."

"Then you should know where hats and scarves come from," said Hermione.

Jacqueline nodded. "Bought it from the store."

Hermione was so surprised that she stood there, speechless.

"Jacqueline, to be honest, you never know how hats and scarves are made?" Harry's slightly puzzled voice sounded beside her.

"I don't need to know this." Jacqueline shrugged her shoulders, and she touched a knitting needle carefully, "If I need it, I'll go to a tailor to buy it."

"And what if your sweater is broken?" Ron asked unwillingly, "or the end of the thread fell out?"

"Then I'll buy another one." Jacqueline said inexplicably, "Isn't that what you guys did?"

"It sucks to have no money." Ron shook his head angrily.

"If you have no other questions." Jacqueline handed Hermione's parchment back to her, and she glanced at the sky that was beginning to darken, "I need to go back to the lounge, and you'd better go back early. "She said, nodding to the three of them, and walked straight to the lounge.

The next day, early on Monday morning, just as Jacqueline walked into the lounge, she saw Malfoy standing on the bulletin board reading a notice aloud:

"The Hogwarts Senior Inquisitor orders that all student organizations, associations, teams and clubs be dissolved. Organizations, associations, teams and clubs are hereby defined to mean regular gatherings of three or more ) Request for reorganization. No student organization, association, team and club shall exist without the approval of the Senior Investigator. If any student is found to form or join any organization, association, team or club without the approval of the Senior Investigator. Immediate expulsion. Above The regulation complies with the Education Order No. 20 No. [-]."

"It's so interesting." Jacqueline sneered as she looked at the notice.Hermione just set up a study group that didn't look like an extracurricular study group on Saturday, and the No. 20 No. [-] education order came today?If it wasn't that there was a traitor in that group, it was that their 'little' party at the Hog's Head was overheard that day.However, in such a quiet place, it is impossible not to be overheard.

"I don't think it affects us," Pansy said, yawning. "I don't think Professor Umbridge would ban anything related to Slytherin."

"Yes." Jacqueline nodded. "She will not ban any activities related to Slytherin."

However, there are probably only Slytherin students who don't have any sense of crisis about such No. [-] education order.Once Jacqueline and Pansy entered the Great Hall, they knew that Umbridge's notice wasn't just posted in the Slytherin common room.There was a peculiar tension in the auditorium, chattering and chaotic, people running around talking about what they had seen.

As soon as Jacqueline and Pansy sat down, she felt two angry eyes shoot at her.She looked up, and Harry and Ron looked angrily about to come over to settle accounts with her, but Hermione stopped them.

"What did you do to Potter and Weasley?" History of Magic class, when Professor Binns floated an inch above his seat as usual, about to continue his humming lecture on the War of the Giants At that time, Pan Xi asked in a low voice, "They look like they want to pounce on you and eat you."

"Then you should ask them." Jacqueline snorted, and she took out the "Complete Book of Spells" and flipped through it.

Before going to Potions class, Jacqueline thought that Harry and Ron would sneer at her. After all, if she were them, she would also suspect that she had gone to inform Umbridge.It's just that they didn't seem to have much chance. As soon as Jacqueline and the others walked to the lower floor, they saw panic in front of the Potions classroom.Crabbe and Goyle stood in front of Malfoy, while Harry and Ron clutched Neville's arm desperately.

"Fight, Potter, Weasley, Longbottom?" said Snape in his cold, sarcastic tone from the doorway. "Ten points from Gryffindor. Let go of Longbottom, Potter, or shut down." Confinement. All into the classroom."

"It's so strange." Pansy and Jacqueline walked into the classroom, sat in their old seats, and pulled out parchment, quills, and the textbook "A Thousand Miraculous Herbs and Fungi". Min asked, "What the hell just happened?"

Hermione just shook her head, and the class fell silent when Snape closed the dungeon door, which echoed loudly.

"You'll see," said Snape in his low, sarcastic tone, "that we have a guest today."

He pointed toward a dark corner, where the class could see Professor Umbridge sitting with a clipboard on his lap.Jacqueline looked at Pansy and raised an eyebrow.Snape and Umbridge, there's something to watch.

"Continue to prepare the enhancer today, and you will see the mixture left over from the last class. If you mix it correctly, it should be ready after the weekend. How to do it," Snape waved his wand again, "on the blackboard .start."

"Ron and Harry thought it was you who snitched, but I told them you wouldn't do that," said Hermione quickly, as Snape leaned over Dean Thomas' cauldron.

"Okay." Jacqueline responded softly. Professor Umbridge had been taking notes in a corner for the first half hour, and at this time she was walking towards Snape from between the two rows of desks.

"Well, the class seems to be getting pretty advanced," she said briskly, pointing at Snape's back, "but I doubt it's advisable to teach them potions like Enhancers. I think the Ministry will want to remove it from It was deleted from the course." Snape straightened up slowly, and turned to look at her. "Now, how long have you been teaching at Hogwarts?" she asked, quill ready to write on the clipboard.

"14 years." Snape's expression was unfathomable.

"Harry's owl flew in during his last lesson, and it looks like he's been attacked." Hermione's voice trembled.

"You applied to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts first, didn't you?" Professor Umbridge asked Snape.

"Yes." Snape whispered.

"But didn't apply?"

Snape pursed his lips.

"Obvious."

Professor Umbridge was scribbling on his clipboard.

"If, if someone intercepts Hedwig..." Hermione said worriedly.Jacqueline stopped Hermione with her eyes, now is not a good time to say such things.

"You've applied to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts many times since you came to school, haven't you?"

"Yes." Snape whispered, his lips barely moving.He looked annoyed.

"Do you know why Dumbledore keeps refusing to use you?" Umbridge asked.

"I suggest you ask him," Snape replied stiffly.

"I will," said Professor Umbridge, smiling.

"Does it matter?" Snape asked, his dark eyes narrowed.

"Yes," said Professor Umbridge, "the Department would like to know all about the teachers', er, backgrounds."

She turned and walked away, walked to Pansy's side, glanced at Jacqueline and Hermione beside her in some surprises, and started to ask Pansy about the class with her eyes staggered.

Snape looked back at Harry, "Zero again, Potter." Snape said viciously, emptying Harry's cauldron with a flick of his wand, "You write me an article on the correct preparation of this potion , indicate where and why you made a mistake, and hand it in in the next class, do you understand?"

"Understood." Harry said angrily.

Hermione seemed to be very concerned about Hedwig. During the arithmetic and divination class, Jacqueline had just sat down in her seat, and Hermione started nagging beside her.Jacqueline propped her head on her left hand, took notes with her right hand, and pretended to be paying attention to Hermione's long passage.It wasn't until Hermione finally stopped to catch her breath that Jacqueline asked slowly.

"So, what are you guys doing in secret? The letter cannot be checked by others."

"It's not why we're afraid of other people's inspections, it's because they shouldn't, and there's no law to support their inspections!"

"So you're saying that if they pass a law that can censor other people's letters, they'll be able to censor your letters?"

"They can't pass such a law!"

Jacqueline rolled her eyes at Hermione, "So, are you communicating with Cold? Or Lupine? Except for the two of them, I can't find anyone who can make you so nervous, and you will be suspected. And Cold is Bo Special godfather, so I guess he's a little bit more likely."

"It's a cold. He wants to talk to Harry. But, I'm worried that someone reads his letter. It's not that hard to reseal the scroll with magic, after all. What if someone watches the Floo again? But I don't know." How to warn him not to come so as not to be intercepted!"

"No, come?" Jacqueline raised her eyebrows, and subconsciously drew a circle on the parchment with her hand, "Floo, so you need to use the fireplace, and he can't really come to the castle , So, do you want to chat with him through the flames? If Potter and Weasley want to do such a risky thing, I hope you will not be there. The Ministry of Magic has special personnel to monitor the Floo network. Mlitch caught a cold through this, or in the Gryffindor fireplace, have you thought about the consequences?"

"But I have a cold appointment with Harry today." Hermione said worriedly, she looked at Jacqueline helplessly, "I can't find any way to tell him not to come over!"

Jacqueline looked at Hermione, and Hermione looked back at her persistently, and Jacqueline rolled her eyes, "Okay, okay. I can lend you my owl, Professor Umbridge or whoever Neither will check Haig. But I cannot guarantee that it will be delivered before you meet."

"Is there no other way?" Hermione asked, frowning.

Jacqueline spread her hands, "I'm not a god. But if you can't, you'd better keep your chats as short as possible."

"But if we, Harry want to talk to Cold again..." Hermione looked at Jacqueline hopefully.

Jacqueline shook her head firmly, "That's his own business."

In the next Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Umbridge made them read as usual, reminding them,

"Don't talk." Jacqueline heard Hermione in the front row say something from her throat.

The next day the weather suddenly turned bad, and it had been pouring rain since the morning.After dinner, Jacqueline and Pansy were doing homework in the library when Hermione came over with her schoolbag in her arms.

"Where are your two little followers?" Pansy asked. "If it's just you, I'd welcome it, but if they come too..."

"Do you think we're doing the right thing?" Hermione said nonchalantly to Jacqueline.

"Yes, you are," Jacqueline replied nonchalantly.

"I'm asking you very seriously!"

Jacqueline raised her head, and Hermione sat next to her and looked at her, as if turning a blind eye to everything, her eyes were blank and her brows were furrowed.

"It's not like you to deny your own decision. Or after this summer vacation, have you learned how to break your promise and gain weight?" Jacqueline raised her eyebrows and said slowly.

"I know," said Hermione, wringing her hands, "but, since last night, when I told him about my cold..." Hermione gave Pansy an uneasy look.Pansy pursed her lips and continued to work on her homework. "I'm starting to think, maybe this isn't such a good idea?"

Jacqueline looked back at her textbook, "Did the cold give you any idea? Think about it, Granger, why did you do this in the first place?"

"But I don't think a cold would support some good idea." Hermione looked tense and sad. "I mean, since he got stuck in that place, I think, he's been getting more and more reckless. He looks like Seems to want to use us against the people in the ministry because he can't do anything himself."

"I didn't ask you for his opinion." Jacqueline pouted impatiently, "I was asking you, why did you want to do this in the first place? Did you want to rebel against the people in the ministry?" ?”

"I want to fight Umbridge." Hermione lowered her voice. "That's because we don't learn anything in her classes. But, no, I don't want to fight the Ministry of Magic."

"That's fine." Jacqueline waved her hand, "Keep being yourself, Granger. Don't worry about what other people think, you're right, maybe the cold is trying to get something for him through this activity of yours. You can’t be happy. But that’s not your heart, you don’t have to doubt yourself for others.”

"Do you really think so?" Hermione looked a little relieved. "You also, um, think I'm doing the right thing?"

Jacqueline grumbled, she asked Pansy to borrow a copper Knut, and handed it to Hermione, "Look at this."

"It's just an ordinary copper Knut?" Hermione asked puzzled, "What's wrong with it?"

"Look at the number on it." Jacqueline cocked her chin at her. "I've been thinking about what you can carry around without confusing it with other things. I mean, if U Mlitch wants to rummage through your pockets, there's nothing suspicious about carrying a copper Knut, is there?"

"And it has a number on it!" Hermione said a little excitedly, "that represents the number of the goblin who minted this coin. If I can change these numbers, it can show the time of the next meeting gone."

"But what if someone accidentally spends it?" Pansy said, leaning closer.

Jacqueline wrinkled her face slightly, and said with disgust, "What can a copper Knut buy?"

Pansy, just like Hermione had been, opened her mouth wide, speechless.

"Oh, I'll replace it with gold Galleons," said Hermione cheerfully. "I think that would reduce the risk of it being mixed up with real Galleons. In fact, I remembered another thing, I think it's very enlightening." Hermione looked at Jacqueline a little cautiously, "I, um... I thought of a way to inform people."

"Are you thinking about making this coin hot?" Jacqueline asked, frowning. "The mark of the Death Eaters?"

"That's right." Hermione said a little uncertainly, "If someone changes this coin, it will heat up, so we can remind the other party."

"Then you probably need a transformation spell." Jacqueline pushed the book in front of her to let Hermione see it clearly. "It shouldn't be very difficult, although I haven't tried it."

"That's great!" said Hermione, pulling the book in front of her. "Let me see, all I need is..."