At the outskirts of the crowd, Hermione quietly vanished, and outside the castle she quickly caught up with Professor Traurini, who was staggering and crying as he staggered forward.

"Professor Traurini, let's talk. Hermione panted and called out to Traurini, who was pale. Although she had always disliked this nervous professor who was almost a liar, she couldn't help but feel pity when she saw her embarrassed appearance now.

Traurini looked suspiciously at the student who had slammed the door out of her class, and judging by the expression on her face, the other party was not here to laugh at her, so she was here to see her off?

Hermione calmed down and handed Professor Traurini a clean, wet handkerchief and motioned for her to wipe her face.

"Thank you, dear. Traurini's voice was still so vague and illusory that she felt much more refreshed after wiping her face with the handkerchief.

"Professor Traurini, with all due respect, do you have any plans?" Hermione looked at the other party's expression cautiously, for fear that the other party would "predict" something bad again.

"I haven't planned yet, maybe I'll go back to the old house for a while. Traurini pursed her lips, tears beginning to roll in her eyes again.

Hermione felt that this was the most normal time she had been with Traurinee in all these years.

"Professor Traulini, would you like to host a show on Harris TV? You know, I'm in the Harris TV parent company umbrella, and I'm going to arrange for you to go to the station right away, if you want. Hermione said quickly, she understood why Professor Minerva McGonagall, who was usually used to analyzing things strictly, had just taken such pity on Traurini, who usually hated the "inaccurate" branch of teaching magic, and now Hermione herself was afraid that the other party's tears would fall again.

"What can I do for them?" Traurini asked, surprised, forgetting to wipe the tears that had been left on her face.

"I think you can host a daily divination show, I think it will be very popular with wizards. Hermione saw Professor Traurini's blank expression, for fear that the other party would not believe her, "You know, since the death of the rabbit raised by Lavender Brown, she has especially admired you, and liked your divination class, so superstitious...... Oh, I mean, there are a lot of witches who are obsessed with divining the future. Hermione didn't care about her own story about the death of Lavender's rabbit in her third-year divination class, but used it as an example to convince Professor Traulini.

Although Hermione herself changed her opinion on this course when she came into contact with some divination spells after her personal attributes and magic skills were improved, she still did not like this kind of science that emphasized "cutting through the fog and seeing through the future", but preferred arithmetic divination, which made her more visible and tangible.

Speaking of television, Traulini's eyes lit up, and since Hogwarts had had television, Harris Television had become her favorite of the emotional dramas that aired on Harris Television - she was particularly accurate in predicting the emotions of men and women.

Noticing Traurini's expression, Hermione breathed a sigh of relief, "Professor Traurini, would you like to join Harris TV?"

"Of course I do, dear, you can call me Sybil. In addition, since I was in the third grade, I have found that your "aura" is constantly growing, don't give up divination. Traurini took Hermione's hand and nodded.

Looking at Professor Tralawini in the distance, Hermione breathed a sigh of relief, and finally completed Alan's explanation, Professor Traolini went to the TV station to host the show, and usually has a camera in her office at any time to shoot it, to ensure that when the great-granddaughter of the famous soothsayer Kassandra Trelawney makes real prophecies, those prophecies will not be wasted as before.

Professor Lupin also agreed to join the umbrella, and sure enough, Allen was still very kind, and he arranged a way out for these people who were victimized by the political struggle. Thinking of this, Hermione, who felt that she had done a good deed, became more and more happy and relaxed, and after shaking her shaggy hair and carefully making sure that there was no one around, she moved a little mechanically to learn the way Luna was bouncing and walking in her memory, humming a small tune and jumping reflexively towards the Hogwarts campus.

Hermione's good mood lasted only into the evening, and although she ignored Ron, he was chattering in the common room of Greenffindor, complaining about unfairness and shady things to the people around him, and many of them left the common room because of his complaints.

Harry, after trying to stop Ron a few times, let him complain.

It wasn't until Hermione finally couldn't bear it anymore that she grabbed the arithmetic divination book in her hand, crumpled up the manuscript paper used to calculate the number of people's names and threw it into the trash, and said coldly to Ron and Harry: "The Harris camp has long been approved by the school, and we were awarded the Merlin Medal by the Ministry of Magic last year, of course Umbridge will not do anything to us." ”

"Your intensive training class was set up by the son of the Deputy Minister of Magic, and many of the officials of the Ministry of Magic themselves are among them, and of course Umbridge doesn't dare to provoke you, what's the big deal. Ron said huffingly.

Hermione raised an eyebrow, "Weasley, when the camp was first formed, you pulled Harry to prevent him from joining. ”

Ron opened his mouth, his face flushed, but he couldn't refute it, so he sat on the side and sulked.

Harry glanced to the left and right to make sure that no other classmates were near them, and he hesitated to tell Sirius what Sirius had told him privately through the Flames, "Sirius told me that it was Fudge who didn't want us to be trained in combat, and that Fudge thought that Dumbledore was secretly learning from Alan to build legions, and then use them against Fudge as Alan and his family did within the Ministry of Magic. Things aren't going well with the Order of the Phoenix, and Fudge is blocking news from them. ”

Fudge is also blocking the news, and the recent disappearances have barely been reported. Hermione was a little apprehensive when she thought about the disappearances that Fudge had asked the station to do as little as possible.

Harry stood depressedly by the lounge window looking out at the view. "Voldemort is already on the move, he's out there, isn't he? But I don't have a way to practice spells to protect ourselves, Hermione, you really can't train us? Gryffindor a lot of people can't even use your weapons right now. ”

Hermione felt a little guilty, "I'm sorry, Harry, the camp can't really get new members, I can't take this risk, but I think you can practice privately with Ginny and Weasley, just two or three people I want you to use the Invisibility Cloak to go to Hagrid's to ask for his help and ask him to help you while you practice." ”

Ron, who had been silent, stood up, his eyes lit up, "Harry, maybe we can set up our own bootclass, I mean, you trained in the Goblet of Fire last year, you got good grades in Defence Against the Dark Arts class, and you used spells very well, and you already used it when Professor Lupin taught everyone how to use the Patronus Charm, and he kept asking you to show it for him in class." ”

"You're crazy, who's going to let me teach? They still think I'm a crazy liar, and I lied about Voldemort's return in order to get attention! Do you remember Seamus's reaction when he started school?" Harry quickly shook his head and refused, "And I won't teach the spells that the school doesn't teach." ”

"I guess their priority now is to learn the weapons you have to do well, that's pretty good, isn't it, man? Optimistically, you're not worse than the old witch, they'll be willing to join, especially if the high-flying Harris camp doesn't want to take people, think about it, this is our own camp, you're the president, I'm the vice president. Ron stood up excitedly, he had long envied Hermione Granger's ability to manage so many people, and he also wanted to get the attention of others like this.

There was a moment of silence, and Ron sat down curtly, alerted by Harry's reminder that the others in the common room were looking at him.

"But how do you organize this group? Professor Flitwick provided the Charms classroom for the Harris Camp as a venue, and I don't think any professor would risk providing you with a venue under the circumstances. Don't count on Hagrid if there are too many people, you'll get him kicked out of Hogwarts. Hermione's calm words poured cold water on the hot-headed fellow's head.

Ron was speechless.

"How's the Screaming Shack?" Harry's eyes lit up, and he thought of the place where Professor Lupin had been transformed, very hidden.

"It's a place that very few people usually visit. Ron retched, not daring to look Harry and Hermione in the eyes, lest they would recall the bad memories of his third year that he would never forget.

But Hermione scoffed, and Harry looked at her, "Sirius only had four of them meeting in the Screaming Shack," Hermione said, "and they could all turn into Animagus, and I think they could squeeze into an invisibility cloak if they wanted to, as I had just suggested." But how many people do you have to organize? And you can't become Animagus, so what you need is not an invisibility cloak, but an invisibility tent......"

"Forget it, then. Harry said, looking a little discouraged, "Let's just practice on our own, I don't think I, the liar they think of as a liar, will not be able to muster many people, so I will leave them alone." ”

Hermione was worried that they would be found out and punished by Umbridge for their reckless formation of the training class, but thinking of the disappearances and the poor spellcasting level of the rest of the Greenffindors, she hesitated and unconsciously lowered her tone: "I know there is a place that may be more suitable for your situation. ”

"Where is it?" asked Harry and Ron in unison.

"There's a room for requirement, I can take you to see it first. With that, Hermione gathered the books on the table and stood up.

Hermione took the two to the eighth floor of the castle, opposite the tapestry where the troll stick beat the stupid Barnabas, Hermione asked Harry and Ron to stay next to her, walked between the tapestry and the human-sized vase three times to make the entrance appear automatically, and then told them how to enter.

Hermione entered, remembering that she didn't concentrate on wanting a room where she could train for spells, but instead naturally entered the room where Alan had been studying Animagus, and the room was still almost as it had been, except for the books, the parchment with the knowledge had been recovered, but the stationery and the long table were still here, and there were some claw marks on the long table for some reason...... There was an indescribable smell in the air.

"Why is it so messy?" asked Harry, surprised as he looked at the decorations scattered on the floor.

Hermione pursed her lips, "I didn't concentrate on the need for the training room when I first entered, and the next time you come by yourself, you won't be in this room, and the training facilities you need will appear in front of you." There is a room for requirement, and whenever you need something, something will appear. ”

"Hey, Granger, come and see, Alan doesn't know which girl he was in a relationship with, and their names are carved into the wall together. Ron suddenly pointed to a wall and shouted to Hermione.

Hearing this, Hermione's eyes were fixed on Ron's finger, and she stepped forward and pushed Harry away from the wall to watch, and saw the words on the wall—the abbreviated name "R· R" was engraved next to the name of Alan Harris.

Hermione's fingers swiped over the two names, looking at the traces, the initials were obviously engraved later, Hermione shrugged her shoulders and explained helplessly: "It's just another girl who has a crush on Alan, it's just that she was lucky to find the Room of Requirement." Knowing that Alan was not at school, there were still many people secretly stuffing love letters into his dorm room, and Howard complained several times that he found a girl sneaking into the dorm room in the middle of the night. But it doesn't matter, Alan doesn't read those boring letters anyway. ”

Ron was a little jealous of Alan's womanhood, and he decided not to continue to humiliate himself on the subject. "Hmph, Harry, don't look at it, what's the name of our camp? ”

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