Chapter Seventy-Eight: Ill-intentioned
It was only when Phoenix stood up that everyone looked away.
"We're here for the purpose," Phoenix said, "because we didn't learn anything in Defence Against the Dark Arts class, and there were no practical opportunities to do it, and it was more practical than any other Defence Against the Dark Arts classes. ”
The group's attention still swept to Harry from time to time.
"Recently, a lot of people have suggested that I lower the PA admission requirements. Personally, I feel like this is an extraordinary time," he paused, looked sideways at Hermione, and continued, "The students of our four houses should unite and learn magic together to deal with external threats. Anyone who is willing to learn, Potter and I will teach you. ”
"You believe what he says?" said one of them. Naturally, Harry was talking nonsense about Voldemort's return, and everyone was focused on Harry again.
"Of course yes," said Phoenix nonchalantly, "it's not a strange thing that Voldemort is back—"
Before he could finish his sentence, a commotion was caused. A Ravenclaw girl screamed, spilling butterbeer on herself, and Neville let out a strange scream, which turned into a cough just in time. But they all looked at Harry with a blank eye, even a desperate look.
"He's a wizard with great mana," Phoenix waited for a moment before continuing, "I don't think anyone has anything to object to, so it's only natural that he's resurrected through spells." ”
"What's the evidence that the mystery man is back?" asked Zacharith Smith, the yellow-haired Hufflepuff player, in an aggressive tone.
"Oh, Dumbledore believes—" Hermione preemptively said, not finished.
"You're trying to say that Dumbledore believed him. Potter himself saw Voldemort come back to life, but I would venture to ask, how did Potter see it? As far as I know, there is no such magic. The yellow-haired boy nodded at Harry, then looked at Phoenix.
"Attention," Hermione cried in, "that's not really what this meeting is about—"
"Mr. Smith, if you're here to figure this out, then you can go. Phoenix interrupted Hermione, staring at Smith tightly, "Let's go now, now!"
Phoenix's last sentence was heavy. It wasn't until he didn't dare to look at Phoenix again that he continued with satisfaction.
"Like I said, if you want to learn some defenses, whether it's self-defense or more advanced magic, we can teach you that when you need to use it one day, you don't raise your wand and be overwhelmed. ”
"What's the plan?" asked Ginny. It was the first time since she was in second grade that Phoenix noticed her.
"Since you want to learn the defense technique, the first thing is time, less than once a week, I'm afraid it won't be of much use to you, only by practicing diligently can you become proficient in all kinds of protective spells. Phoenix stood up and spoke in a low voice, not someone nodding in agreement with his words.
"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 can find a night out for everybody," Phoenix said, "but you know, it's important, and we're talking about learning something to protect yourself." ”
"We think Umbridge won't let us practice Defence Against the Dark Arts," Hermione said, "because she had 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. ”
Almost everyone was stunned to hear the news, with the exception of Luna Lovegood, who interjected, "Yes, that makes sense. In fact, Cornelius Fudge had his own secret army. ”
"What?" said Harry, completely stunned by the unexpected situation.
"Yes, he has an army of Heliopa. Luna said seriously.
"No way. Hermione said unceremoniously.
"Well, we don't need to discuss Fudge's secret army. Seeing that another argument was about to erupt, Phoenix hurriedly spoke out to stop it.
"The training location is across from the tapestry on the eighth floor where the troll stick beats Silly Barnabas, and our contact information—" Phoenix snapped her fingers at Hermione.
Hermione rummaged through her bag for a while, pulling out a pile of gold coins, parchment, and a quill before she hesitated, as if determined to force herself to speak.
"These are magic gold coins, do you see this row of numbers?" Hermione held up a gold coin for everyone to see, "The line of numbers on the real gold coin represents the goblin that minted it, and we use it to inform everyone of the time of the party." ”
She took a deep breath, as if she was making some kind of decision, "In the meantime, I want everyone to write down their names so we know who's coming today." We should unanimously agree not to publicize what we are going to do. So once you sign your name, you agree not to tell Umbridge or anyone else about us. ”
"Also, I need to remind you. This kind of study group, I don't see much now. But that doesn't mean it's okay in the future. We're going to do exactly what Fudge fears, and we don't rule out the risk of being fired, so you'd better think about it. When Hermione finished speaking, Phoenix reminded everyone.
The scene was a little cold for a while. Some whispered to their peers, while others lowered their heads and thought seriously. Harry glanced frequently, quickly toward Autumn. This is especially evident at this time. Cho was muttering something to her friend and didn't notice, but Phoenix observed it.
Suddenly, Neville walked over with a stiff face and signed his name. It was a big surprise, but someone took the lead, and others stepped forward. When the last person, Zacharis, had signed his name as well, Hermione took the parchment back and carefully placed it in her bag. Now there is a strange feeling in the group. It seems that everyone has just signed a contract.
"We should have a name, shouldn't we? like 'The Ministry of Magic is stupid?'" Fred said with a big grin.
"Yes, it strengthens the collective spirit. Hermione said clearly.
"It's called the Defense Association, it sounds like a regular organization. Phoenix smiled, but no one understood what the smile meant.
"Hey, DA is good," Ginny said, "and it can also mean Dumbledore's Army." ”
With everyone's unanimous agreement, Hermione added the name of the organization to the list they had signed.
"Well, time flies. Fred said with a big grin, standing up. George, Lee, and I are going to buy some highly classified stuff, and we'll see you later!"
The others also got up in twos and threes to take their leave. Harry watched Autumn leave.
"Hey, when did Harry see Autumn?" After everyone was gone, including Harry, he had a lot of homework to finish and didn't have time to wander around Hogsmeade. Phoenix hurriedly asked Hermione.
"For a while, probably last year. Hermione thought for a moment and replied.
"Oh, Cedric has a competitor. Does he know?" Phoenix was interested.
"I don't want to know that Harry knows Cho has a boyfriend. ”
"Then he didn't confess, or tried to pursue it?"
"She's got a boyfriend," Hermione repeated, incredulously, "how could Harry—"
"Gee, girls with boyfriends are brilliant and worth pursuing, aren't they?" they came outside, and Eden flew over and landed in Hermione's arms, "Potter's eyes haven't left her since Autumn came in. ”
"You stay out by yourself first, we're going to go buy something. Phoenix shook his head, "Unless you can turn into an owl or something, you're too eye-catching." Eden let out a soft snort and turned to leave, but in the same direction that Cho and her friends had left. He's got another brilliant idea to hit Harry.
Phoenix accompanied Hermione to the Literati Quill Shop to buy a quill that Hermione liked. (To be continued.) )