[hp] Mr. Lion and Miss Griffin

"There are at least eight spells cast on it, and more than half of them must be evil spells." Aurora told me with certainty when we were studying the quill pen that she had more experience in this area than I did.

"I'll ask my mother to send me some more materials." Then she tore a piece of paper and wrote something while looking at the quill. I looked carefully, and it was some runes. "Help me translate these, we will use them." I nodded and turned to complete the task.

After a while, Aurora, who came back from the owl shed, looked unhappy. "Evie, you'd better go and see Mr. Spot, he's not very good, I think he's quite irritable." I frowned when I heard that, Mr. Spot is a gentle gentleman, he rarely shows it Not normal, especially after having Hedwig.

When I came to the owl shed, it was flapping its wings nervously, and flew over immediately after seeing me.

"What's wrong?" I stretched out my arms to catch it, "Where's Hedwig?" He shouted at me excitedly, and flew to the entrance of the owl, pretending to fly back with something.

"It sent the letter back?" Spot flapped his wings twice, showing panic and pain again.It's not the first time I know that my Mr. Spot is very talented in acting. We usually communicate like this, but every time I see it, it makes my san value go crazy.

"Hmm... it hurt?" He glanced at me appreciatively, flew in front of me and bumped himself into my hand, "It hit someone? Oh! Merlin! Lighten it!" It pecked me finger, which means I guessed wrong.

"Then... it was caught?" My face was a little uncomfortable, and I became even more uncomfortable after Spot confirmed the news.Someone caught an owl?For peeping what?I can only think of one person. "Is it a short, fat woman?" He flapped his wings frantically.

"Well done, Hedwig will be fine, you stay here." I comforted it for a while and left, I have to tell Harry about it.

"Harry!" He was talking to Hermione Ron when I found him. "What's wrong, Evie?"

"How is Hedwig?"

"Oh... it was injured, and it is now at Professor Graplan's, how do you know?"

"Spot told me, it also said that Hedwig was captured by Umbridge, I think she wants to read your correspondence."

"I believe it, but how did Spotter tell you?" Hermione looked incredulous, and Harry and Ron also looked surprised.

"Is it some magical creature? Oh! Or an Animagus?" Ron asked excitedly.

"…No, it's a long story. But first we want to make sure your letter contains no secrets."

"It's a letter from Sirius, telling us about old times and old places. We figured he was going to meet us in the Gryffindor fireplace," Harry told me.

"...Isn't it the first time he did this?"

"Well... he's not easy to convince, is he?" Hermione looked a bit embarrassed.

"Great, I know who can fix this."

So that night, Aurora and I visited the Gryffindor lounge.

"Good evening, Sirius." She looked at the face that appeared in the fireplace with a kind smile. Sirius appeared and disappeared, and we heard the sound of something being knocked over and his curse under his breath. .

After a while he came back again, "Well... good evening, Laura, ah, and Evie, how are you?" Then he stared at his godson, as if asking him why we are here.

"Stand still...Since you've come, I don't need to drive you back, and I can't put you back in the fire, so don't be so nervous." Aurora pinched the center of her brows and said helplessly.

He smiled awkwardly, "How's the situation?" he asked.

"Not so good," said Harry, "there's another Ministry decree that means we can't have a Quidditch team—" "—and the Defense Against the Dark Arts team?"

There was a moment of silence. "How do you know?" Harry asked. "You guys should be more careful when you choose your meeting place," Sirius opened his mouth wider, "The Pig's Head Bar, I ask you??" "Better than the Three Broomsticks!" Hermione argued, "there's always It's full of people." "It's not easy to eavesdrop, and you still have a lot to learn, Hermione."

"Tell Mundungus to change his attire next time, he's too conspicuous as a woman." I complained silently, and Sirius laughed and said that he would convey it properly.

But before we talked for a while, Sirius seemed to realize something, he disappeared, and after a while, a hand appeared in the fire, groping as if trying to grab something, a stubby five-fingered hand hands, covered with ugly old-fashioned rings.

I knew that Umbridge was up to no good.

She's really annoying, I mean it,

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Harry was already discussing with us what lessons to teach, but Hermione looked worried.She looked out the window, but seemed oblivious to everything.Her eyes were blank and her brows were slightly furrowed. "I was thinking??" She was still frowning at the rain-beaten window. "Thinking of - 'cold'?" Harry asked. "No?? Not quite??" Hermione said slowly, "I mean?? We're doing the right thing?? Are we?"

"Hermione, it was your idea in the first place!" Ron grumbled. "I know," said Hermione, wringing her hands, "but after talking about the cold??" "But he's all for it!" said Harry. "Yeah," said Hermione, looking at the window again, "yes, that's why I thought maybe it wasn't such a good idea??"

Aurora looked up at her.

It took a while for Hermione to speak, and she seemed to be choosing her words carefully. "Don't you think he's been... a bit reckless since he got stuck in Grimmauld Place? Don't you think he's living through us?"

"What did you say, 'live through us'?" Harry demanded. "I mean...well, I think he'd be happy to have a secret defense team under the noses of someone from the Ministry...he can't do anything in there, he must be suffocating...so I think he'll Actively ... egging us on."

"Although he is not in a good condition now, there is absolutely no need for him to do this. He will not put Harry in danger regardless of the situation." Aurora's tone was a bit cold, and Harry was surprised that it was Aurora who refuted, huh? Min looked a little flustered. "You're doing the right thing, you don't need to doubt that." Aurora stood up, "I think I'd better get out and get some fresh air." She smiled at me and left.

"Don't worry, she's not mad at you." I looked at the flustered Hermione. "She's just very distressed..." I said this in such a low voice that they couldn't hear it.

It was a pretty bad day, but Harry said they still had Quidditch practice?what happened?Oliver finally couldn't bear the loneliness and attached his soul to Angelina?

I stood under the eaves and waited for George with some worry.It wasn't nearly an hour before they came back, and I noticed the twins were limping.

"What's wrong?" I leaned closer to him and asked cautiously.

"The aftereffects of fever sugar . . . will give us pustules."

"In... those places?" The sympathy in my eyes was almost overflowing, it's really pitiful that I still have to train like this.

"I feel that they are more swollen. Fred is worse than me. He must be broken." I saw that Fred was indeed walking a little more bumpy than him.

Tsk, that's too bad.

"Take this, Mortra Rat Juice, it should help." I keep some of this with me now, in case Umbridge catches some children on a whim and persecutes them.

"Really? That's great. I'd enjoy it even more if you'd give me the medicine yourself."

With a sneer, I slapped his butt viciously, and beat him forward, howling.

"Go and enjoy with Fred." I gave him a blank look and walked away.

-

Hermione told us to meet at eight o'clock tonight, across from the tapestry where the troll bats silly Barnabas on the eighth floor.

We showed up for an appointment and found out there was a room there, but we never knew? "That's weird," Fred frowned, looking around. "We escaped Filch here, George, remember? But it was just a broom cupboard??"

Harry whispered to me that Dobby had told him, but he asked me not to tell Hermione, who thought it was Dumbledore who had told about the place before allowing everyone to come.

"I think we should have a leader," said Hermione.

Harry was voted unanimously, although a few were less than enthusiastic.

"I also think we should have a name," said Hermione, her hand still in the air. "It'll promote unity and strengthen the group spirit, won't it?"

"Is it okay to call it the 'Anti-Umbridge League'?" Angelina asked expectantly. "Or the 'Ministry of Magic' group?" Fred suggested.

"I think," said Hermione, frowning at Fred, "it's better that the name doesn't make it obvious what we're doing, so we can safely refer to it outside."

"Defense Association?" Cho said. "DA for short. No one knows what we mean." "Hey, DA is nice," said Ginny. Scary, huh?" There was a murmur of approval and laughter. "Do you all agree with DA?"

After everyone passed the unanimous vote, Harry took the lead, and Aurora and I assisted everyone in training the disarming spell.

Starting with the basics, did Harry escape Voldemort with this spell?

The author has something to say:

The next costumes in the game are Umbridge and Lockhart's. Amazing, wy is worthy of you, and you accurately stepped on everyone's thunder.

But it really doesn't matter to me, because I can't charge the woo-woo anyway.

The dog father is really miserable. I feel sorry for him.