It took Jon a long time to convince Headmaster Phineas Black to return to the portrait in Grimmauld Place and report the news to Albus Dumbledore.

Judging by Phineas' expression, he seemed dissatisfied with this.

"Can't you let my old bones rest for a while?" he muttered as he squirmed rapidly on the portrait, "You see I'm tired like this tonight......"

On the surrounding portraits, a burst of protest erupted.

"Disobedience, bastard!" A big fat wizard with a red nose waved his fist and shouted, "You are not doing your duty!"

It was Dexter Fosco, the headmaster who had led England to the Quidditch World Cup, who was glaring angrily at Phineas Black.

"Don't be ashamed, Phineas!" An old wizard who looked frail shouted, "I'll tell Dalyse when she comes back......"

This time it was Dumbledore's predecessor, Armando Dippert, who spoke.

"Just kidding...... I'm leaving...... I'm going to ...... right away," Phineas Blake's face changed, he said busily, and disappeared into the portrait.

Jon felt it was time to get out of here, and after saying goodbye to the portraits of the Headmasters and Fawkes, he pushed open the door to the Headmaster's office and re-entered the retractable staircase.

Taking a small sip of the polyjuice potion containing Ron-Weasley's hair, Jon walked out of the sleeping stone beast.

The black cat on the portrait next to him saw Ron Weasley walking out of the principal's office...... also hurried away.

......

Before the next morning's herbal class began, Jon hurried to Dolores Umbridge's office.

He then told the old pink toad who was kept in the dark about Marietta Ekmo's confession and Blaise Shabini's discovery on the gold Galleon.

"Dumbledore's Army?" Umbridge's voice trembled.

"I think so, that's what Miss Ecomo said. Jon replied honestly.

"That's great!" Umbridge seemed to be in a mood of more than anger, but also excitement.

According to Miss Ekmo's confession...... Potter and Granger did this to raise an army against the Ministry of Magic!" Jon explained to her in a serious way, "They lied about the return of the mystery man, and then spent a few nights a week practicing all sorts of vicious spells in that weird classroom on the eighth floor......"

"This old fox Dumbledore!" Umbridge smiled excitedly at the corner of his mouth, "His fox tail...... Finally got me it!"

Umbridge, who was excited, didn't seem to notice the similarities between the two organizations of "Dumbledore's Army" and "Dolores' Support Society".

She was now scrambling to pull out a stack of parchment and a quill pen, and was still muttering to herself, "To whom should I write letters...... First of all, it should be written to the Daily Prophet, and also to the Minister's Office, and Cornelly himself should write a letter ......"

"Professor Umbridge. Jon couldn't help but whisper, "I think we should wait until we catch Potter and them before thinking about that......"

"Not bad!" Dolores Umbridge straightened up and sat up, "You're right, Patrick!"

The expression on Umbridge's face began to calm down, and she bit the end of her quill pen, "I'll inform Filch later, and Patrick you should contact your group of friends...... We'll meet here at 8 p.m., so be careful not to let anyone notice anything out of the ordinary...... When their party begins, we'll catch them all!"

"I think that's the perfect plan, Professor Umbridge!" Jon complimented.

"At that point, I'll contact Cornelly and ask him to bring some Aurors with me...... I'll see how Dumbledore should quibble!" Umbridge was still immersed in her dream, "Throw that old fox into Azkaban and keep him with the Dementors." ”

"Then I'll go back and contact Draco and Blaise?" Jon asked quietly.

"Of course!" Umbridge glanced meaningfully at Jon, "Patrick, you're a good student." ”

“...... I'll write to Connelly and tell him how much you've helped me in school...... So good, I think even if it's a foreign wizard, the Ministry of Magic should open its doors to him. Umbridge said.

"It is my pleasure, Professor Umbridge. Jon looked flattered.

......

At eight o'clock on Monday night, the members of the "Dumbledore's Army" met at the Room of Need, as usual.

"Good evening, Harry!"

"The interview you gave on 'Singing Contrarian' was amazing!"

Every student who entered the Room of Request greeted Harry happily.

"What spell are we going to practice today?"

The last question was asked by Ravenclaw sixth year Cho Chang, and Harry felt his heart beat a little faster at the sound of her voice.

"Probably the Patronus Charm!" he pretended to be nonchalant.

"Will Professor Scamander come over today?" someone asked again.

"I shouldn't be here......" Hermione Granger shook her head and replied, "So it's Harry who will teach us today." ”

She said as she checked the roster in her hand until the other students had gone to the room...... She suddenly lowered her voice and said, "There is one person missing, one person has not arrived!"

"Probably something else?" said Ron, grinning.

"If there was anything else, he'd definitely take a leave of absence!" Hermione frowned as she continued to check the roster.

After searching for a few minutes, she finally found the name—

"Marietta Ekmo. Hermione ran into the crowd and shouted, "Does anyone know why she didn't come?"

"Marietta is my friend," Cho replied, "I brought her in!"

Hermione frowned slightly and asked Qiu, "Then has she been doing anything unusual lately?"

"To be honest, I do think she's been a little weird in the last few days......" Qiu muttered.

"I saw her yesterday!" Luna Lovegood suddenly raised her hand and said with a smile, "In Hogsmeade, I saw her with Selwyn in Slytherin, and they seemed to be talking something!"

Hermione's face changed suddenly, and she quickly glanced at Harry and shouted, "Live the map, Harry!"

Harry quickly took the blank piece of parchment out of his pocket......

"I solemnly swear that I didn't do anything good!" Harry said softly as he drew his wand.

Little by little, the blank parchment turned into a map, on which many footprints appeared.

Harry moved his gaze to the Room of Requirement...... He didn't see his name, Hermione, or the other members on the map, because on the map of the living point, a Room of Requirement would not be realistic.

But a few footprints appeared in Harry's eyes.

Familiar names such as "Draco Malfoy", "Vincent Crabbe", and "Christopher Patrick......

But what caught Harry's attention more were the names "Dolores Umbridge" and "Argus Filch".

They all seem to be rushing to the side of the Room of Requirement.

"Everyone, run!" he screamed in a panic, "Umbridge and Filch are coming to us!"

......

They all rushed to the exit at once, huddled together in the doorway, and then someone burst out.

Harry heard them running down the hallway, wishing they had enough brains to keep running back to their dorms, which was too little of a chance.

The library and the owl hut were much closer, and as long as they could hide inside, there was still a chance to escape......

It took a lot of effort for Harry to squeeze out of the Room of Requirement....... the members were scattered and scattered, quite embarrassed.

A short distance to the left, Umbridge's shrill laughter can be heard, as well as Filch's rebuke...... Who they seem to have caught.

Harry hurriedly ran to the right, there was a boys' bathroom in front of him, and he could pretend to be there as long as he could get there......

"There are many obstacles!" a voice suddenly came from the other side of the bathroom.

Harry felt himself fall to the ground.

Then he heard Christopher Patrick's voice, ringing around him:

"Professor Umbridge, I've grabbed Potter!"