Ever since Hermione asked Harry for his suggestion to organize an extracurricular defense team, Harry had been hesitant. There was a lot of interest within Slytherin in Phoenix to form a Dark Arts study group. Yes, they're not so enthusiastic about defense.

"Do you think the other people who are learning will let you teach?" Draco didn't look up, drawing his own astrological chart.

"Maybe someone from Ravenclaw will come, and a lot of them will join your Starchaser Club. "Rogge was painting for Phoenix, and he himself was reading an entertainment magazine.

"It's important not to give the impression that I'm biased against other colleges. "Phoenix was sleepy, and they were training for Quidditch today until dark. Montay thinks it's good to train once a week, one day at a time. Honestly, it's also a painful thing because you're going to be on a broom for a long time.

"So you actually have it?"

The fire was still blazing, and the three of them were still doing their homework in the common room. Phoenix ignored his question and asked, "If you don't think about it, there might be a chance for you to beat Potter." ”

"yes," Draco said seriously, pausing his pen, "but I'm not interested in teaching people magic. ”

"I haven't won yet, so I'm thinking about what to do with the future. "Phoenix didn't want to and couldn't get involved too much in this improvised group, Phoenix wasn't a teacher, and Slytherin was even more reluctant to join.

"You teach them, do you Potter teach, who would let a madman teach himself defenses. ”

"Shut up and finish writing. Rog gnawed his nails and wondered if there were volcanoes on Jupiter.

When they finished writing and were on their way back to the dormitory, Draco asked softly, "Your help has something to do with Potter, right?"

"Huh?" Phoenix didn't understand what he meant.

"I think I'd better keep my distance from Potter now, if we get too close, maybe it's not good news for you. Draco said hesitantly.

"Oh, man. I'm really touched that you're thinking of me," Phoenix said heartily, "and when it's all over, I'll make it to you—"

"Damn, I'm going to kill you. Draco drew his wand.

"How really?" said Phoenix.

It wasn't until the first weekend of October that Phoenix received a message from Hermione, and Harry agreed, and they decided to meet at Hoghead's Bar to see how many people attended.

The morning of the trip to Hogsmeade, it was sunny, but windy. After breakfast, they lined up in front of Filch, who checked their names against the long list of classmates whose parents or guardians had allowed them to visit Hogsmeade.

Trying to avoid the Slytherin students, Phoenix made his way to a small pub at the intersection, where a tattered wooden sign hung from a rusty stand on the door, on which a severed boar's head was drawn, blood seeping through the white cloth that covered it. This pig's head pub is a great place to buy and sell black market items, with the largest number of illegal items in the UK outside of Tumbledown Lane. But after midnight is, it's really open hours.

Inside, it's completely different from the Three Broomsticks Bar, where the big bar always feels bright, clean and warm. The Pig's Head Bar is a small, dark, very dirty room that smells of mutton. Several bay windows were covered with a thick layer of dirt that barely let in the light, and some candles were lit on the rough wooden tables. At first glance, Phoenix thought the ground was compacted dirt, but when he stepped on it, he realized that the original stone floor had accumulated dirt for centuries.

It seems to be popular in hog-head bars to hide their faces. There was a man at the bar, his whole head wrapped in a dirty gray bandage, but still being able to pour a smoking, flame-burning thing through a gap in the bandage in his mouth, cup after cup. At a table by the window sat two hooded figures. In a dark corner by the fireplace sat a witch with a thick black scarf hanging down to her feet. He could only see the tip of her nose as it lifted the mask slightly.

Phoenix saw that Hermione had arrived, and was sitting in a corner waving to him. He gestured for him to buy a drink first.

The owner of the bar was a grumpy-looking old man with a large pile of long gray hair and a beard. He was tall and thin, and Phoenix had a vague feeling as if he had seen him somewhere.

"What do you want?" he muttered.

"Flame whiskey. Phoenix rubbed his hands. The boss didn't hesitate to hand him a fiery drink, not caring about his age at all. The boss puts the money Phoenix gave him into an old wooden cash cabinet, and the drawer slides open automatically, swallowing the money inside.

"You're a prefect too, and you know us—" Hermione exploded as soon as she saw what he had in his hand.

"Quietly, I'm just a little cold. Phoenix didn't mind saying hello to Harry,

"How many are there?" Phoenix frowned, "Where's Ron?"

"Well, he has a deep prejudice against you, and when he hears that you are coming, he refuses to participate. Hermione said and looked at her watch, looking anxiously towards the doorway, "Just three or two people, I told them to be around this time, I think they must all know where they are- oh, look, this is probably them." ”

The door to the bar opened, and a thick, dusty sunlight split the room in two, and then disappeared again, blocked by a large crowd of people who had swarmed in.

Neville was the first to enter, followed by Padma Petill, and Cho, then Katie Bell, Angelina Johnson, and Hannah Abb. Actually, there are a lot of people, but most of them don't know Phoenix.

"Three or two?" Harry said to Hermione in a hoarse voice, "Three or two?"

"yes, yes, it seems like a good idea. Hermione said happily, "Ron, are you going to move a few more chairs?" The bar owner was figuring a glass with a rag that was so dirty that it looked like it had never been washed. His bar probably never had so many people.

"Hey," said Fred, hurrying over to the bar and quickly counting his companions, "can you bring us - twenty-five bottles of Butterbeer?"

The barkeeper glared at him for a moment, then threw the rags down in exasperation, as if he had been interrupted while doing something very important, and began to pull out bottles of dusty butterbeer from under the bar.

"Thanks," Fred said, passing the beer to everyone, "everybody's going to pay for it, I don't have the money to buy that much beer—"

"What do you say to others?" Harry asked in a low voice, "what do they want?"

"I've already told you, they just want to hear you, whatever you want. Hermione comforted him, but Harry looked at her angrily, and she quickly added, "I don't need you to do anything yet, I'll say a few words to them first." ”

"Hey, Harry. Neville said, smiling widely, and sat down across from him.

"There's also a Slytherin prefect, did Umbridge send you to sit in on the hearing?" said one of the Weasley twins, looking at Phoenix in surprise.

"Knowing my mission, you should be honest. Mr. Weasley. Phoenix said with a sip of whiskey. Quite a few people smiled. After everyone sat down in their chairs, the voices gradually quieted down. All eyes were on Harry. (To be continued.) )