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The DA assembly calmed the anger that had been raging inside us since the start of school, and we realized that yelling at Umbridge in class, throwing the Daily Prophet full of slanderous Mr Potter bribes into the fireplace and burning it to ashes, Passive sabotage and refusing to complete the Defense Against the Dark Arts homework is useless except for a short-term vent, and we are now doing what Umbridge and the Ministry of Magic fear the most - picking up our wands and learning how to protect ourselves .

To be honest, I was amused by this absurd situation when I wrote this, and I read the serial version a lot (at the request of the publishing house, I am here to explain to readers who love me, it is not the publishing house that compels me to read the serial version. Directly publish the book and turn it into a serial revision. This suggestion was made to the publishing house to motivate myself not to delay the completion of the previous volume for two years. Writing these books has already taken me too much time) young readers Think I'm exaggerating what the Ministry of Magic did, and write to say it's hard to imagine such a thing ever actually happening.

I guess that's why I decided to write down my memories, to tell people who didn't live in that era what we have suffered.I admit that although I have always avoided overly criticizing the Ministry of Magic's practices in my memory, there are still emotions that cannot be concealed between the lines. For this reason, Cornelius Fudge's grandson even wrote a letter threatening to charge me with defamation. Sued the court, arguing that my portrayal of Mr. Fudge was "an ulterior motive".When I told the Longbottoms about this as a joke, Neville said that the court must be held when he had no classes, so that he could testify with the scar on the back of his hand that still bears marks—but after that letter This matter is gone, and my husband and I are very sorry.

DA kept us calm through one boring Defense Against the Dark Arts class after another, several times when Umbridge asked us to turn to the next chapter of Wilbert Slinka's book with his disgusting coquettish voice , I heard the voices of different people softly reviewing the spells not far away.Neville has been able to successfully disarm Hermione; Colin Creevey successfully used the Obstacle Charm to prevent Talus from approaching during the third meeting; The table of the looking glass turned to dust (“Very good, very good, but remember not to scream next time.” I waited for her to calm down before tremblingly lowering my hands covering her ears and restoring the table to its original shape).

Umbridge was no doubt also puzzled by our transformation, she knew what we were doing behind the scenes, but she couldn't catch us for the time being.Due to the need to avoid the practice of the three Quidditch teams, the time of our meeting changes almost every week, and informing everyone has become the most suspicious part-Filch is like a dog from time to time. Appeared behind us, gloomily watching our every move with those bloodshot eyes.

Hermione spent a whole week studying the changing spell, and at the fourth meeting, each DA member was issued a fake Galleon, and it was agreed that the number on the edge of the Galleon would heat up when Harry changed the number on his coin, The changed number is the date and time of the next meeting.

"This is...NEWT level." Terry Boot made a weak voice, "I said...you could have passed the seventh grade exam a long time ago, the last time Alice gave the truth potion solution I wanted to say this when I was taking medicine..."

"Oh, of course not." Hermione tried to make her tone more modest, "There is still a lot to learn, I just learned as needed... Well, I learned some in advance."

"Actually, the antidote to Veritaserum is not in the teaching scope of the seventh grade." Cedric took a gold coin and looked at it for a long time. He lowered his head and asked Hermione several details, then raised his head and said, "You have to learn in class." The change spell is limited to controlling three objects to undergo the same change at the same time, and the difficulty of controlling thirty gold coins at the same time far exceeds the requirements of NEWT."

"Why didn't the Sorting Hat put the two of you in Ravenclaw?" Bout was still sighing when I reached for the gold coin, "I said, your brains should be in Ravenclaw."

"Oh, it seriously considered it," Hermione shrugged, "but in the end it decided that Gryffindor was a better fit."

"When I put on the Sorting Hat, it was silent for two seconds before making a decision." I put the gold coins into the robe, and now I have gradually adapted to the feeling of being watched by many people, and I can show a natural smile , "But I guess when it's silent... it's thinking about whether Slytherin is right for me."

"But in the end it was our Gryffindors who won!" Tallus patted me on the shoulder proudly, "We Gryffindors have always been victors - and so will the upcoming Quidditch match!"

His words drew a lot of applause, and as the first Quidditch match of the school year approached, the atmosphere in the castle became tense again by the day.The depression brought by Umbridge needs to be released. The Quidditch arena may be the only place in Hogwarts where yelling and some indecent language will not be punished.

"Then it's decided, we'll use this Galleon to communicate in the future." After everyone took a Gold Galleon from the basket, Hermione clapped her hands.

"The only danger is that I might accidentally spend it." Tallus yawned, threw the gold coin into the air and caught it easily, "I have to put it somewhere else."

"I don't have this trouble." Ron looked at the golden coin in his hand a little sadly and said, "After all, I didn't have a real Gallon to mix with it."

Hermione's prediction was very accurate. As the confrontation between Gryffindor and Slytherin approached, DA temporarily stopped because they couldn't find a night where everyone had time.Angelina wastes every night that is not blowing the biting cold wind in the venue. Every day when Hermione and I sit by the fireplace and start sorting out the homework that has been written, I can only see the three boys trembling from the portrait hole. Climbed in, the edges of the robe were frozen stiff.Fortunately, Professor McGonagall directly exempted them from their homework a week in advance. In her words, she is used to the Quidditch cup in her dean's office and really doesn't want to give it to my dad (I'm so glad she I was not present when I said this, otherwise it would be embarrassing).

Dad seemed to take this game seriously too, the Slytherins needed a win to prove their strength ("Strength? Their strength or the strength of Seven Nimbus 2001?" Talus nursed his Firebolt sneered contemptuously).He always pre-rented the stadium for the Slytherin team first, so that Gryffindor could only practice hard in bad weather and already dark nights.Even Hermione was starting to get nervous, and of course her nervousness came from Ron's nervousness, who looked horrified by the sarcasm compared to Harry and Talus, who were used to Slytherin's harsh words, I can't even hold my schoolbag.

"I really want to teach them a good lesson! Why did they insult Ron like this...why—" Hermione's eyes were red, she squeezed her wand tightly and watched Parkinson and Draco who left with exaggerated laughter, "You Be sure to play well! Let them all see what you are - comparable to so-and-so's save!"

"Comparable to the world-class Irish goalkeeper Barry Ryan's shocking goal against Poland's best suitor Ladislo Zamoski!" Harry and Talus added in unison for Hermione.

"Yes! Let them see!" Hermione yelled viciously, and Ron's ears turned red. Hearing Harry come back from training and say that Ron was in amazing condition that day, the Weasley twins were impressed.

"Harry." On the eve of the Quidditch match, before Harry was about to go back to the dormitory, I stopped him in a low voice, "Can I skip this Quidditch match?"

He froze for a while, then suddenly laughed, and asked me, "Why do you ask for my opinion?"

I was also stunned, I really didn't need to ask his opinion, I almost never watch Quidditch matches, especially Gryffindor vs Slytherin. My own house, on the other side was headed by my father, and I would have been embarrassed in the atmosphere of celebration or dismay no matter which side won.I don't know why I suddenly feel that I should tell Harry in advance that I am not going to watch the game. Is it because I think he will expect me to go?

"It's fine if you don't look at it." When I was still half-opening my mouth and didn't know how to put it, Harry reached out and took the dangling cat-eye green hair clip from my hair. It was because I was buried in homework all night. And let go, "If you are here, I definitely want to win."

"Don't you want to win now?" I murmured, "you're so close to wanting to win Slytherin written all over your face."

"Of course, defeating Slytherin is the common goal of our entire team." He looked down at the cat's-eye jewel in his hand that reflected the firelight, and said softly, "But if you're sitting there, I definitely want to defeat Malfoy more." …Winning a team is not the same as trying to win a person. I may be desperate to fight him for the Snitch, regardless of the score on the court, regardless of the state of the teammates.. There may even be crazier ideas ,I have no idea."

He put the hairpin on my open textbook: "But you're going to wish us luck like you did before, won't you?"

I nodded and saw my shadow reflected in his dark pupils.

The Gryffindor table was covered in gold and red the next morning, and everyone wore gold and red scarves and gloves, holding homemade rosettes.Luna Lovegood somehow got a lion hat the size of a real lion's head, and as long as she tapped the hat with her wand, the lion's big mouth would fly out with a realistic and deafening roar , Startled everyone who was still eating breakfast.

Harry and Tallus kept cheering Ron up, but Ron kept staring green-faced at the cereal bowl in front of him, muttering to himself that he shouldn't be trying to be the Gryffindor Quidditch Keeper.As more and more students poured into the Great Hall, Harry and Tallus decided it would be better to take Ron to the dressing room before the Slytherins began their taunts, where he would sit eating nothing anyway.

"Don't let Ron see what's written on the Slytherin badge," Hermione ordered, standing up after them, pulling Harry and Talus over.She turned her head and saw Ron's face was pale, and his whole face was filled with bewilderment and despair. She took a deep breath, stepped forward and tiptoed and kissed him on the cheek: "Good luck, Ron."

Ron was still in his emotions, but Hermione had already ducked her head and pulled Harry and Tallus back as if to cover up, leaving a hasty blessing on their cheeks.

"May I ask for another blessing, since you don't plan to see it." Tallus suddenly put his face in front of me with a smile, and I followed Hermione with a blank face and rubbed against his side politely , he jerked Harry up to me, and said, like a three-year-old up to a trick, "Equal treatment!"

My cheeks and ears are probably redder than my hair right now, and I'm stammering to say no.Just when I was at a loss, there was cheering from the long table in Slytherin behind me. It sounded like the Quidditch players from their house had also come to the auditorium.Not to be outdone, Gryffindor used various slogans to cheer for their team. For a while, shouts and boos rang out, and the lion's roar came from the Ravenclaw table, which made people's eardrums ache. .

It was just a polite kiss without any other meaning, I thought, it would be weird to refuse to kiss Harry after kissing Tallus' face, I should be like Hermione - or like Ginny kissed All three of her brothers are the same, it's no big deal—

"She already wished me good luck last night." Harry shrugged and said to Tallus with a smile, "No need to wish me a second time, let's go before the Slytherins start doing those things Crazy tricks, Ron, let's go—"

Amidst the boiling din, there seemed to be the sound of singing coming from the Slytherin side. The specific lyrics were drowned out by the noise of the auditorium, but judging from the accompanying exaggerated laughter and boos, it was definitely not cheering As for the songs they wrote, the silver badges they wore neatly on their chests reflected the morning sun, making people's eyes hurt.

"Harry, do you know how to use ear plugs to listen to spells?" I grabbed Harry's robe and said to him hastily, "If it's really bad, use it on Ron!"

"The goalkeeper has to judge where the ball is coming from by sound besides his eyes." Harry seemed to recognize the lyrics of Slytherin, and his face looked ugly. "But if it's true... I know how to use it, don't worry."

"Is there anything else you want to say to me, Alice?" He tilted his head at me because I hadn't loosened his robe.

"Good luck," I muttered.

He didn't hear clearly, so he leaned closer to me and asked, "What?"

"It's nothing." His profile was close at hand, but I felt someone watching me from behind, and let go of his robe, "Come on."

"Banned?" I asked Hermione, looking up blankly. "I don't understand, why—did we lose? Ron didn't go back to the lounge, I stayed here and didn't see him."

Hermione stamped her feet, turned and crawled out of the portrait hole.People kept returning to the lounge, listlessly taking off the scarves and gloves they were wearing, throwing the rosette aside and plopping down on the chair.I was the only one who didn't know what happened. I only saw Angelina covering her face with her hands. Although she tried to suppress her crying, her whole body was shaking with sobs.

I saw Fred walk over to give Angelina a comforting pat on the back, but she opened her hand.Ginny sat next to me, and I finally had someone to ask: "What happened? Did we lose?"

"Win." Ginny, like everyone else, didn't have any happy emotions. "Harry caught the Golden Snitch when we were behind and reversed the situation. After the whistle blew, Crabbe hit him." A Bludger . . . knocked him off the broom.”

"That's a serious violation by Slytherin, why is the Gryffindor player suspended?" I felt incredible.

"It's not over yet," Ginny trembled angrily. "We didn't know what happened on the high platform. It seemed that there was some dispute—the Slytherin side kept singing and insulting Ron...and us The whole family. I think Harry was trying to talk Fred and George out of fighting Malfoy, he was pulling George, and Tallus was pulling Fred...but all of a sudden he was fighting Malfoy with George Get up. Professor McGonagall separated them, we don't know what happened next, we only know that Umbridge announced that Harry, Fred and George could no longer participate in Quidditch matches in the future, and she directly confiscated them broom."

"Isn't Fred being held back?" I asked, looking at the Weasley twins who had never looked so ugly before, "He didn't even make a move—"

"When did Umbridge ever make sense?" Ginny covered her face sadly, "Crabbe hit Harry with a Bludger after the game, and she only made him copy a sentence...but He turned his face and said that if Fred was not caught, he would definitely participate in the fight, so he would be punished together. Fred said that if they talked back again, Tallus would not be able to keep it. Fortunately, Harry used Silence for Talus No Breathing Curse, Umbridge can't hear Tallus yelling..."

"Where's Harry? Is it the school hospital?" I haven't seen him and Tallus come back. It's already dark outside the window, and the first heavy snow of this winter has fallen.

"I don't know." Ginny shook her head, "But I don't think it's a big deal for him, after all, he can still hit people."

We sat by the fireplace for a while before we saw Harry crawling into the hole in a hurry. As soon as Ginny and I stood up, he shook his head at us and almost rushed to the boys' dormitory (so it seemed unaffected. serious injury), and when he came out again, he held a package in his hand, the bulging one should be the invisibility cloak.

"Leave nothing else, Talus is still waiting for me, if you see Ron or Hermione tell them—" he gasped, "Hagrid is back."