After a brief commotion, everyone found their place. Those who can sit sit on wooden chairs, those who have no place to lean against the corner temporarily, and some simply use Transfiguration to transform into a crappy chair. One of the sophomores had gone so far as to conjure a couch out of a piece of bluestone - Professor McGonagall had never mentioned such a gifted witch.

"Hey, let me go, let me pass. Fred said, squeezing through the crowd, and scrambled to the bar first, quickly counting his companions, "Excuse me, Aberforth, can you interrupt your important work of wiping the table, and bring us - twenty-five bottles of butterbeer?"

The barkeeper glared at him for a moment, then threw the rag down in exasperation, as if he had been interrupted when he was really doing something very important, and he began to take out a bottle of Butterbeer from under the bar, and from this bottle of Butterbeer, he poured twenty-five bottles of Butterbeer.

"Guys, please take it, hey, help hand it to the back, although we're not here for the Butterbeer PATY today, but it's good to have a drink first and relieve it, what do you think?" Fred said as he passed the beer to everyone, "Everyone's going to pay some money, I don't have the money to buy so many beers-"

A large group of chatterers took the beer from Fred and fumbled in their robes for coins.

The newcomers sat down around them in twos and threes, some looking excited, others curious, and Luna Lovegood was alone in a trance. After everyone sat down in their chairs, the voices gradually quieted down.

"Uh-huh," Hermione said, her voice slightly higher than usual from nervousness, "uh-mm—hello everybody. It's like this—ahem, you all know why you're here. Well-yes-I came up with an idea-if anyone wants to learn Defence Against the Dark Arts, I mean. Learn the real thing, not the pile of rubbish that Umbridge taught us—"

"——— who doesn't want to learn that pile of trash from Umbridge and wants to learn the real thing from me?" Andrew interrupted a nervous Hermione.

"Learn from you?" said the yellow-haired boy suddenly.

"Who are you?" asked Ginny dissatisfied.

"Zacharith Smith," said the boy, "I mean, what reason does this guy have to say that he can teach us the truth?"

"Obviously, Smith. Harry said suddenly, "You're not well-informed enough to know what you're up to." ”

"What?, Potter, don't think I'm afraid of you if you're the so-called savior, do you really think you've ever killed the Dark Lord?" Zacharis Smith looked at Harry Potter a little defiantly.

Harry gave him a disdainful look, "You still don't understand, standing in front of you is one of the best students of all Hogwarts, and the girl next to him is the other of the best students in our year. ”

Zacharith Smith just glanced at Andrew and didn't continue to speak.

"That's a good point," Fred said angrily.

"I dare say we can't beat Andrew when we sit together. "George said, the twins know Andrew's combat effectiveness very well, he used to be able to compete with a first-class wizard like Snape, I heard that some time ago, Andrew went to special training for a period of time, and now Andrew's strength is probably not weaker than Snape and other professors.

The twins still underestimate Andrew Lee's strength.

"Yes," said Fred, "maybe Andrew was the best student in the whole school——— at least, we couldn't match him." ”

"Alright, alright," Hermione said quickly, "to get down to business—then, we've agreed? Let Andrew teach us something?"

Everyone murmured in agreement. Zacharis crossed his arms and said nothing, as everyone happily discussed the old feud between Andrew and Cedric.

"Okay," said Hermione, looking relieved that something had finally settled, "then, the second question is, how often do we have lessons. I don't think it's going to be useful less than once a week—"

"Wait," Angelina said, "to make sure it doesn't conflict with our Quidditch training." ”

"Yes," said Cho, "it can't conflict with ours. ”

"And ours. Zacharith Smith said.

"I'm sure we'll find a night for everyone," Hermione said, a little impatient, "but you know, it's important, we're talking about learning something to defend yourself against Voldemort's Death Eaters—"

"Well said!" cried Ernie McMillan, "I personally wonder why the Ministry of Magic had given us such a useless teacher at such a critical time. Obviously, they refused to believe that the mystery man had returned, but they had sent us such a teacher who did everything in his power to prevent us from using the defensive spell—"

"We think Umbridge won't let us practice Defence Against the Dark Arts," Hermione said, "because she had some—some ridiculous idea in her head that Dumbledore would use the school's students as a secret army." She thought Dumbledore would encourage us to fight the Ministry of Magic. ”

Hearing the news, almost everyone was stunned.

She's right. Andrew said, "Okay, let's stop talking about this uselessness, let's decide how often we should meet for defense lessons." ”

"yes," Hermione said immediately, "yes, Andrew is right. ”

"I said, once a week is better. Lee Jordan said.

"Just—" Angelina just wanted to speak.

"Yes, yes, we know there's also Quidditch. Hermione said in a nervous tone, "There's one more thing to decide, which is where we're going to meet—"

The issue was complicated, and everyone fell silent.

"I'll fix it. Andrew said, "The rest of the place and time, Hermione will inform you." Do you have any objections?"

Seeing that no one objected, Hermione rummaged through her bag for a while, pulled out her parchment and a quill, and then hesitated, as if determined to force herself to say it.

"I- I want everybody to write their names down so we know who's coming today. I also think," she took a deep breath, "that we should agree not to publicize what we're going to do." So once you sign your name, you agree not to tell Umbridge or anyone else about us. ”

Everyone looks at each other, in the wizarding world, don't sign your name on any parchment, maybe there is a deadly curse hidden there. This is common knowledge for all children born in the wizarding world.

The bar fell into an eerie silence, which Hermione had clearly not expected, and she looked at Andrew suspiciously.

"Don't write on parchment that you don't know what to do, that's what Daddy told me, Hermione, if you don't tell them the magic attached to the parchment, they won't sign..."Ginny explained in a low voice.

Hermione's face suddenly turned ugly, "It's not a dangerous spell, of course, in order to prevent leaks, I made some simple punishment spells, but it will definitely not be fatal, it will not..."

Fred reached out and took the parchment, smiling and signing his name on it, "Hermione, we believe you..."

Harry also noticed that several people were not very happy when they heard that their names were going to be put on the list.

"Hmm-" Zacharis said slowly, not taking the parchment that George had handed over, "Hmm...... I think Ernie will definitely tell me when the meeting is going to be. ”

But Ernie was also hesitant to sign it. Hermione raised an eyebrow at him.

"I-well, we're prefects," Ernie blurted out, "if the list is found out by someone else - well, I mean - you said it yourself, if it's found out by Umbridge-"

"You just said that participating in this group is the most important thing you want to do this year. Harry reminded him.

"I—yes," said Ernie, "yes, I believe that, but it's common sense that I can't sign on unclear parchment, that would be dangerous—"

"Ernie, this is not some kind of parchment, it is the basis for making sure we can meet. Do you really think I'm going to throw this list around?" Hermione said annoyedly.

"No, no, of course not," Ernie said, looking less worried, "I—well, of course I'm going to sign. ”

After Ernie, no one objected, and Luna and Cho happily signed their names. When the last person, Zacharis, had also signed his name, Hermione took the parchment back and carefully placed it in her bag.

"Well, time flies. Fred grinned, standing up. George, Lee, and I are going to buy some highly classified stuff, and we'll see you later!"

Finally, Andrew said coldly, "I have to warn you. His face was cold, which made people tremble, "The whistleblower, the consequences are very serious." ”

"I think it's going pretty well. When everyone was gone, Hermione said happily.

"That guy named Zacharis is a nuisance. Ginny said, glaring angrily at the back of Zacharis, which loomed in the distance.

"I don't really like him either," Hermione admitted, "but when I was talking to Ernie and Hannah at the Hufflepuff table that day, he overheard him, and he seemed particularly interested in coming, what can I say? But it's true that the more people come, the better—I mean, Michael Turner wouldn't have come if he wasn't in a relationship—"

Ron was pouring the last few drops of butterbeer from the bottle into his mouth, and choked at this, spilling beer on his chest.

"What is he?" asked angrily, his ears resembling two carpaccio, "he's in love—even Michael has found the other half, and I'm pathetic enough I've never tasted love, oh my God, Harry, do you think we're too much of a failure?"

"Ah, of course—" Harry glanced nervously at Ginny, realizing that Ron didn't know he was secretly in a relationship with Ginny, who smiled back, "Uh, Michael, you know, he's pretty good-looking..."

"What's good-he's good-looking, Harry, you're blind-"

"At least he looks fit, doesn't he? I heard he and she met at the Christmas Ball and started dating. Cho said calmly, and she and Andrew held hands, and the two walked behind.

They turned onto the road, and Hermione stopped outside the Shumengzhai quill shop, where there were many cute quills displayed in the window, and they were very nicely arranged.

"That quill," said Ginny, "buy one?"

"Good idea. Hermione said, and they turned and went into the store, with Cho and Luna following.

"What's so good about Michael Corner?" Ron asked angrily.

"He likes sports?" said Harry.

"I don't like him. Ron said without thinking.

"I don't like it either. Harry said in a low voice.

"But," Ron said, watching Hermione walk past the rows of quills stuck in the brass bowls, "what are we going to do, Harry, we can't stand still any longer, I think we should take the initiative!"

"Huh?!" Harry said in amazement, "Well, I remember last time, when the tournament started, Fleur..."

"Don't mention that name, she doesn't know how to appreciate it, do you have a crush?Harry, you're the legendary savior, I think as long as you confess, the girl will agree." Hermione was whispering to Cho, the two were holding a quill made of black swan feathers, the two were laughing happily, Andrew Lee was standing aside, like a sculpture, "Hmph! What the hell is good about Andrew Lee, Hermione knows that he is with Cho, and he is still like that..."

"What?!" Harry didn't notice Ron's complicated emotions at all, he was staring at Ginny, who was holding a pink unknown bird quill, which was so beautiful.

Ginny shook the pink quill in her hand at Harry.

"Yes," said Hermione, "well, I think I'm going to have this one—" She walked over to the counter, handing over fifteen Sicos and two Nats.

Ron and Harry stood outside the window, watching the girls pay out, Ron still gasping for air at Harry.

"Ron," Harry turned and stamped his foot, "Looks like we're going to have to go." Looking at Ron's angry look, Harry thought to himself that if he knew that he was in a relationship with Ginny, he wondered if Ron would explode on the spot. For God's sake, hopefully Ron won't be so sensitive to this matter.

Seeing the girls coming out with Andrew, Ron and Harry followed, and Ron continued to complain that he didn't have a girlfriend. Hermione suddenly said, "Okay, Ron, don't be like a loser, nagging endlessly. ”

"What do you mean by that? Who's the loser? I won't go on and on about it—" Ron muttered as he walked down the street, still silent.