Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"Oh! The butter beer here looks dirty, I didn't expect it to taste really good!"

"Yes, yes! Although the bottle is really dirty..."

"It doesn't matter if the bottle is dirty, this cup is not clean...but it tastes great!"

In the Pig's Head Bar, the little wizards gathered around, enthusiastically evaluating the butter beer here.Whenever a "dirty" sounded, an annoyed glance came from the back of the bar, but everyone didn't care about it.

Because it was right between them, Hermione had already waved her hand to stop them from talking, indicating that she was about to start talking.

"Remember? I said a little bit when I invited you before, but today I have to say it in full in front of everyone—"

Hermione looked serious, which made everyone quiet.

"That's it..." She said seriously, "First of all, I think everyone knows in their hearts that the current Hogwarts is not safe..."

"My mother said the same, she wrote to me!" The yellow-haired boy who was following Ginny before rushed, "Mom is even considering whether to transfer me..."

"Who are you?" Ron asked unceremoniously.

"Zacharys Smith." The boy glanced at Ron and said casually.

"Your mother didn't write to tell you, is it impolite to interrupt others?" Ron's face showed dissatisfaction.

"Hmph! Didn't you also interrupt me? Where are you polite?" Zacharias snorted coldly at Ron.

"Okay!" Hermione waved her hand and stopped. "Attention, what I want to say is-Hogwarts is really not safe, but it's the same outside of Hogwarts!"

"Presumably among those present, some of my classmates have heard about the riots in the UK and even the entire European magic world. Werewolves, vampires, crazy wizards, etc., a series of cases are happening frequently. From outside, maybe Hogwarts is safer..."

"I think the reason why Hogwarts is more stable than outside is inseparable from the protection of us by the professors!"

"Especially..." Hermione paused, a little sad, "Especially Principal Dumbledore-as Maca said, his death must be for us, for the entire Hogwarts!"

"But, look at ourselves again?" She spread her arms, showing regret, "We are really just students, but we really can only wait for the professor and Maca to protect us like this? ?"

"...Let’s not mention school or something, at least we don’t want to be a burden!" Ernie said, then turned to confirm to the little wizards around, "Is it? Isn’t it?"

"Yes!" "Yeah." "If it is possible!"

Most of the people invited by Hermione this time were students who heard that she wanted to learn more about Defense Against the Dark Arts, and couldn't help but yearn for them.

Under the threat of Voldemort's repeated attacks, everyone wanted the power to protect themselves.

After signalling Ernie, many people responded more or less.

"Yes, that's it!" Hermione nodded, "However, if you want to make yourself stronger, it's definitely impossible to rely on the pile of rubbish taught by Umbridge! We What you want to learn should be true!"

"...To be honest, who would call those ghosts'defense to the dark arts'?" she concluded with confidence.

"Yes, well said--" Ravenclaw's Anthony Goldstein whispered in support.

Speaking of, when Maca first got on the Hogwarts Express when he first entered school, he was in the same carriage with this rather introverted black-haired boy.

It can be seen that he seems to be a little bit more cheerful than before... Yes, really just so "a little bit"!

"So I think..." The inspired Hermione became firmer again.

Having said that, she paused for a while, leaving everyone with some room for thinking, and then continued: "So, the three of us found a more suitable Defence Against the Dark Arts professor for everyone, not that one. Umbridge covered in pink."

"Oh!" Ginny Dang even reacted, she couldn't help but yelled.

"Is it Maca?" Ernie was pleasantly surprised. "This is really great. I always wanted to find a chance for him to teach me something! But I can't find anyone else..."

"Yes, it's Maca." Hermione nodded triumphantly. "I think there is no more suitable teacher than him, right?"

"McLean is indeed very good, but can we learn it well?" Zacharias just said again, "I've been to the ancient magic text class he was in a few times. Recitation, that is, "to experience the meaning of magic text"..."

"...Until now, no classmate can use the ancient magic text to float feathers like him! But in the spell class, Professor Flitwick taught us to use the floating spell in the first lesson."

"Because it is ancient magic literature, not spells, and it is not defense against the dark arts--" Luna said in a daze, "the magic literature taught by Professor Babling can only be used to translate ancient documents! "

"Uh..." Zacharias was a little speechless by Luna's light words. He held back for a while before saying unwillingly, "Maybe so... but who knows if he can teach Defense Against the Dark Arts? What? You know, if you can use it, you may not necessarily teach it!"

"Enough!" Harry couldn't help but, "If you don't want to learn, you can leave now! No one here makes you learn—"

However, Zacharias just curled his lips. Although he still insisted on his own opinions, he did not mean to leave the seat.

"So," Hermione glanced at him, and then said, "So...as I said earlier, if you want to learn from Maca really useful Defense Against the Dark Arts, then we have to plan something specific. ——For example, how often should we meet, where should we train, etc."

"And you have to hide from Umbridge, not let her know." Harry added emphatically, "Everyone knows that her departure is only temporary, and she will come back sooner or later!"

"I really don't understand why, in such a precarious time, the Ministry of Magic would stuff such a useless thing into the school—ah, I mean, teacher."

Ginny said so and stuck out her tongue cutely.But when Harry glanced over to her, she subconsciously turned away from her face.

"Well said, Ginny!" Ernie laughed loudly, "Let me see, that old witch has been trying his best to stop us and prevent us from using any defensive spells."

When Hermione and the three of them heard Ernie's words, they looked at each other, and they didn't know whether they should reveal some of the Ministry of Magic.

In fact, the tug of war between the Order of the Phoenix and the Death Eaters in the Ministry is quite serious in nature.

The Ministry of Magic can be said to be the heart and brain of a country's magical world. Once there is something that shakes the foundation, it is no joke!

In the entire British magical world, all the order and development of ordinary wizards are closely connected with the Ministry of Magic. This is a major event that affects the whole body.

Thinking about this, Hermione shook her head slightly at Harry and Ron after all, beckoning them not to say anything.

"I think the reason why the Ministry of Magic arranged Umbridge into Hogwarts to intervene in our Defence Against the Dark Arts course was because'someone' produced some inexplicable absurd ideas—"

Hermione randomly found a reason and said:

"Maybe some people think that Dumbledore will organize us students, build a secret army, and then encourage everyone to resist the entire Ministry of Magic."

Hearing her say so, almost everyone was dumbfounded.

Only Luna tilted her head and said quietly, "Yes, Hermione made a lot of sense... In fact, Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge has a secret army of his own!"

"what?"

This time even the three of Hermione were stunned. This was news that no one expected.

"Did Maca tell her?" ——In the bottom of Hermione's heart, such an idea was born the first time.

"Yes, he has a whole private army composed of'Heliopa'." Luna said pretentiously.

"'Haley-Opa'? What is that?" Neville asked blankly.

"Fire spirit!" Luna explained happily, "The behemoth full of flames, running like a sea of ​​fire, can burn everything on the road--"

Hermione who was whispering suddenly realized something was wrong, and she understood - Luna was talking about her gossip again.

"... But Luna, I haven't read any book." Hermione pursed her lips. "They don't exist, do they?"

"Existing!" Luna said affirmatively.

"But..." Hermione seemed unwilling, but actually didn't want to really argue with Luna, "But, they don't—"

"Cough, huh!" Ginny realistically imitated Umbridge's artificial cough, interrupting the subtle dispute between the two.

The classmates looked around in surprise, and then looked at Ginny and laughed.

"I said..." Ginny reminded with a smile, "Aren't we supposed to decide how often to gather? We have to find a place to train or something, this place doesn't sound very easy to find!"

"Yes, you're right, Ginny!" Hermione hurried down the slope, avoiding the confusing confrontation with Luna. "What we should be discussing is this—the time and place must be fixed. Come down!"