HP meets at Hogwarts

The Pig's Head Pub is at the intersection of a small road in Hogsmeade village. The dilapidated wooden signboard hangs on a rusty bracket above the door. On it is a chopped wild boar's head, blood seeping through the white cloth that wrapped it.As Ann approached, the signboard creaked in the wind.

An tilted her head to look at the signboard, hesitated for a while, then pushed the door open and walked in.Inside the Hog's Head was a small, dark, very dirty room, with a strong mutton smell.The bay windows were so thick with grime that little light could penetrate, and candle stubs were burning on rough wooden tables.

There were not many people in the Pig's Head Bar, and Hermione and the others hadn't come yet. An Qing breathed a sigh of relief and walked to the bar. The bar owner was a grumpy-looking old man with a lot of long gray hair and beard.He is tall and thin.

An was stunned for a moment when he saw the other party. At this moment, a familiar voice suddenly sounded at the door.

"I don't think it's quite right, Hermione." Harry whispered, and he looked at the witch wrapped in a veil with special attention. "Did you ever think that there would be Umbridge in there?"

Hermione glanced appreciatively at the figure wrapped in a veil.

"Umbridge is shorter than that woman," she whispered, "and, even if Umbridge came up here, she wouldn't be able to stop us, Harry, because I've read the school rules and regulations two or three times We didn't deviate. I also specifically asked Professor Flitwick if students could go to the Hog's Head, and he said yes, but he repeatedly suggested that I bring my own cup. I checked everything I could think of about organizing study groups and The rules for extracurricular groups, they are within the bounds of what is absolutely allowed. I just don’t think we should be overly ostentatious about doing this.”

"What do you want?" the bar owner said impatiently to Ann.

"Uh——" Ann lowered her voice, and said in a low and hoarse voice, "have a glass of flame whiskey."

The old man took a deep look at Ann, and took out a dirty glass from under the counter. At this time, Hermione, Ron and Harry also walked to the bar.

Ann slightly distanced herself from the three of them, and Hermione kept talking to Ron and Harry in a low voice, not noticing the others.

"Three butterbeers, please," said Hermione.

The old man glanced at Hermione, nodded to show that he understood, he put a glass of Flame whiskey heavily on the bar, and said to Ann, "Four Sickles."

Ann fumbled in her pocket for a while, took out four Sickles, placed them on the table, took the Flame Whiskey, turned and left.

Hermione glanced at the other party unintentionally, froze for a moment, and a flash of excitement flashed in her eyes.After that, her eyes kept chasing each other until Ann sat down with her back to the three of them.

Harry paid for the butterbeer, and Ron touched Hermione's arm with the beer, "Hermione? Where shall we sit?"

And Harry followed Hermione's eyes. There was a man wrapped in a black robe sitting at a rough wooden table in the bar. He asked a little nervously, "What's wrong? Hermione, what's wrong with that man ?"

"No," Hermione shook her head, and there was a little joy in her tone, "It's nothing, let's go, go to the innermost table."

Ann faintly heard Hermione's words, and her hanging heart was relieved.Fortunately, fortunately, it was not found.I just came here to satisfy my curiosity a little bit, and I will leave after listening, absolutely.

Hermione, Harry, and Ron sat down at the table farthest from the bar, but Hermione sat across from Ann, although there were two or three empty tables away.

Ann also noticed it, but she didn't know if it was a coincidence, so she had to lower the hood a lot, and stared at the flaming whiskey in front of her.

"So, Hermione, who do you think is going to meet us?" Harry asked after sitting down.

"Just three or two people," said Hermione, looking at her watch, and peering towards the door, "I told them to arrive around this time, I think they must all know where - oh, look, this is probably They're gone."

The door of the bar opened, and a thick, dusty ray of sunlight bisected the room, and then disappeared again, blocked by a crowd of people rushing in.

With her back to the door, Ann couldn't see who they were, but she could hear a lot of footsteps, at least 10 or more.

"Three or two?" Harry said hoarsely to Hermione, "You mean three or two?"

"Yeah, yes, it seems like this idea is very popular." Hermione said happily, "Ron, would you like to bring some more chairs?"

"Hey," Ann heard Fred's voice say, "Excuse me, can you bring us?? Twenty-five bottles of butterbeer? Thanks, everyone contribute some money, I don't have money for so many beers??"

Then a horde of chattering people poured into the back of the bar, filling the empty tables around Hermione, Ron, and Harry.

With two dozen people covering the middle of the seats, Ann was relieved that it should be fine, she thought.

It took a while for the chattering and the mopping of stools to die down, and then Hermione's voice began.

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

"Is that so?? Huh?? Well, you all know why you're up here. Huh?? Well, Harry had an idea, well, I mean, I've got an idea - if anyone would learn Defense Against the Dark Arts I mean. Learned the real stuff, not the crap that Umbridge taught us—" (Hermione's voice suddenly became firmer and more righteous) "—nobody would call that thing Defense Against the Dark Arts-"

("Well said, well said!" Anthony Goldstein said, and Hermione seemed encouraged)

"—I thought we might as well, er, work things out ourselves."

Hermione paused, and glanced at Harry, "I mean to learn how to protect yourself effectively, not only learning the theory, but also practicing real spells—"

"But I guess, you must also pass the OWLs in Defense Against the Dark Arts, right?" Michael Corner said.

"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."

The response was immediate and predictable.A few people screamed, and quite a few poured butterbeer on themselves.

"Huh?? That's the plan," said Hermione. "If you want to join, we need to decide how we—"

"What evidence is there that You-Know-Who is back?" a yellow-haired Hufflepuff student asked aggressively.

"Oh, Dumbledore believed—" Hermione didn't finish.

"You mean to say that Dumbledore believed him," said the blond boy, nodding at Harry.

"Who are you?" Ron asked rudely.

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

"Note," said Hermione quickly, "this isn't really what this meeting is about—"

"It's okay, Hermione." Harry took the topic and his tone became much firmer, "Why did 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 either. I don't want to waste an afternoon convincing others to believe me."

But 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 exact details, he didn't tell us exactly how Digory was killed, I think we'd all like 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're here for, you You can go now."

However, none of them left their seats, not even Zacharias, though he continued to stare unflinchingly at Harry.

"So," said Hermione, her voice shrill and thin, "so? Like I said? If you guys want to learn some defensive skills, we need to figure out what to do and how often Meet, meet where—”

"Is that true?" A girl with a long braid behind her looked at Harry, interrupting 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?"

"Well - you don't know Mrs. Burns do you?" Harry asked.

The girl laughed. "She's my aunt," she said. "My name is Susan Burns. She told me about your trial. So—is it true? You can 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," Fred said, grinning at Harry. "She said you got enough attention."

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

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

"Well - not quite, actually -" But before Harry could finish, another person interrupted him.

"When we were in first year," Neville said to the group, "he rescued the Philosopher's Stone from You-Know-Who—"

There was a low exclamation from the crowd.

"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," Harry said, and everyone fell silent immediately, "I?? I don't want to be modest or anything, but?? I've had a lot of help with all that stuff—"

"You didn't get help when you crossed the dragon," Michael Corner said immediately. "It was so cool to fly?"

"Hmm—" Harry hesitated.

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

There were voices of approval and admiration from the crowd again, but it seemed a bit chaotic for a while.

"Okay, okay," Hermione said quickly, "Come on? The point is, do we agree to let Harry teach us?"

Everyone murmured agreement.

"Okay," said Hermione, looking relieved, "then, the second question is, how often do we have lessons. I don't think less than once a week is going to be of much use?"

"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," Zacharias Smith said.

"I'm sure we can find an evening that suits everyone," said Hermione, "but you know, it's important, we're talking about learning how to defend ourselves against Voldemort, Voldemort's Death Eaters—"

"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!"

He glanced dignifiedly, as if waiting for some objection, but no one spoke.He went on: "I personally wonder why the Ministry of Magic has crammed such a useless teacher into us at such a crucial time. Apparently they refuse to believe You-Know-Who has returned and send us Come to such a teacher who tried everything possible to prevent us from using the defensive spell—"

"We think that 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 is going to use the students of the school as a secret army." .She thought Dumbledore was going to encourage us to fight the Ministry of Magic."

Almost everyone was dumbfounded when they heard the news, except for Luna Lovegood, who interjected: "Yes, that makes a lot of sense. Cornelius Fudge actually has his own secret army."

"What?" said Harry, very surprised.

"Yes, he has an army of Heliopaus," Luna said solemnly.

"Impossible," said Hermione curtly.

"That's true," Luna said.

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

"They're fire spirits," Luna said, "big flaming monsters that run across the land and burn everything in front of them—"

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

"Oh, it exists!" Luna said angrily.

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

"There's a lot of eyewitness reports. Just because you're so ignorant, you need everything stuffed up your nose to—" Luna said, glaring at Hermione.

Ann couldn't help laughing when she heard this. The conversation between Luna and Hermione was really interesting, but she couldn't laugh out loud, so she had to hold back her laughter, but her body shook uncontrollably, which caused Hermione to He glanced at Ann several times.

"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," Hermione said immediately, looking away, "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 are we going to meet?"

This question is more complicated, everyone was silent for a while, "Library?" Katie Bell suggested after a while.

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

"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 Otsuka." She rummaged in her bag for a while and took out the sheepskin paper and a quill, "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 There should be unanimous agreement not to make public what we are about to do. So once you sign, you agree not to tell Umbridge or anyone else about us."

After another round of discussion, everyone who came signed the parchment, which Hermione carefully rolled up and put in her bag.

"Okay, time flies." Fred said carelessly, while standing up, "George, Lee and I have to go shopping for some highly confidential items, see you later!"

Others also stood up in twos and threes to leave.Ann quickly lowered her head a little bit, so as not to be seen by familiar people. In fact, not many people noticed Ann. Firstly, the Pig's Head Bar itself was dark, and Ann was wearing a black robe; secondly, her position was far away. , almost in the corner of the bar.

But when Luna passed by Ann, she stopped for a moment, wrinkled her nose and sniffed, which made Ann's heart hang again, but after a while, she walked out again with a dazed expression, as if nothing had happened just now Same.

When Hermione, Ron, and Harry also walked out of the Pig's Head Bar, Ann was completely relieved. She picked up the flaming whiskey in front of her and shook it. She didn't take a sip, but looked at the fiery red whiskey on the candle. The light is glowing underground.

About 10 minutes later, Ann raised his hand to look at the time, put down the whiskey in his hand, stood up, and walked out of the bar.

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