Ning An watched Harry turn back and forth, and when he turned for the third time, a very smooth door appeared on the wall.

"Harry." Ning An shouted softly.

Harry stopped, looked at the door that appeared out of thin air, cautiously reached out to hold the copper handle, turned his head to look at Ning An, a little wary, but then gritted his teeth and opened the door, behind the door was an extraordinarily spacious room, with torches lit, like in an underground classroom.

Ning An walked in after Harry, and then saw the Room of Need, which was completely different from when he was in the first grade.

In the room, Harry had everything he wanted, there was a wooden bookshelf on the wall, rows of sheepskin-faced thick books filled the entire shelf, Ning An's fingers slid on the spine of the book, sweeping the "Common Spells and Solutions", "Outwitting the Black Magic", "Self-Defense Spell Collection", ...... He was thinking that someone must have put these books here back then, but why he hadn't seen these books when he was studying on his own, so he had to go to the forbidden book area to 'secretly' get some knowledge.

There were no chairs on the empty floor of the room, but there were large satin cushions like Ning An's classroom, and on the shelf at the other end were various instruments such as speculums and secret detectors, as well as a large demon mirror with cracks.

"Well, look, this practice place - not bad." Ning An said half-jokingly, this place is not only good, it is the most ideal place at all, "You can start a club, and then invite your friends to meet here two or three times a week, you decide what you do, but such a good place, if you don't practice Defence Against the Dark Arts, it's a bit of a waste, right?" ”

"Here...... It's wonderful......" Harry was a little nervous, "this is the place I was looking for...... Well...... Thank you ......."

"Oh, haha, there's nothing to thank you for." Ning An waved his hand casually, as if he had just led Harry to the eighth floor and found the room.

"And Professor Umbridge's approval...... These ......" Harry is not used to saying thanks to Ning An, after all, over the years, the relationship between the two people has been very stiff, Ning An wants to stop him, after all, he himself listens to a little numb, but Harry still said according to his own thoughts

"Why...... Why help me? …… I don't think we have that kind of friendship anymore. Harry was telling the truth, he was now understanding how hard it was to be friends with a Slytherin student, and he had always felt that his relationship with Nyingan had not developed to the point of Malfoy's, which was good.

After all, he was a Gryffindor, and Ning'an was a Slytherin, so it can only be said that they were born at odds.

"That's not a good question, Harry." Ning An put his hands behind his head, lazily circled around the room of requirement, looked around the room where the strange props for defending against black magic were placed, and replied lightly:

"Of course, a big part of it was Hermione...... Hermione begged me to help you...... Naturally, I'll do ......."

Harry's face darkened, his fists clenched unnaturally and then released again, Hermione, every time he had to rely on Hermione's help to get things done, no matter what, it seemed that without Hermione's help, he couldn't do it well.

This made Harry unwilling at the same time, but also more and more eager to prove himself, he really wanted to one day without Hermione, without Ron, without Dumbledore, and without Ning'an, only him, Harry Potter, to accomplish a great thing alone, out of a certain emotion, this thought grew in Harry's heart like a wild weed.

"As for the rest of the part...... Ning An said, pausing and standing there, looking Harry up and down as if there was something of interest in him.

"I want to know, want to know what has changed in you, Harry...... You know like I've always said, you can talk to me, even though you may not quite believe me...... But to say that I want to hurt you, it's really too easy, why bother so much. ”

Harry didn't laugh, he just kept silent, obviously this kindness was not enough to make him open his heart to Ning An, so the two finally left the room in silence, Ning An looked indifferent, and finally as if he had never said such a thing, he said hello to Harry and left, but Harry was stunned for a long time, looking incredulous, and he couldn't understand Ning An's actions even more.

Regardless, the Defence Against the Dark Arts club was finally able to start, as the club in Ning'an no longer admitted Hogwarts students, and Umbridge continued to repeat her boring, annoying, lethargic mechanical teachings, so the students were even more eager for something really interesting about Defence Against the Dark Arts.

Harry's club was welcomed in a way he didn't expect, not only the Weasleys siblings, but also the twins' best buddy Lee Jordan, Gryffindor's Lavender? Brown, Parvati? Patil, Katie? Bell and others, and Anthony of Ravenclaw? Goldstein, Michael? Kona and so on.

It is worth mentioning that Seamus did not participate, he and Harry have not spoken since the start of the semester, and although they live in the same dormitory, they both ignore each other, and this embarrassment is not so noticeable after a long time.

Dean? Thomas, as Seamus's friend, although he can still maintain a good relationship with Harry, he still chooses to keep a proper distance from Harry's club, if he chooses one of Seamus and Harry, even if he doesn't hate Harry, he will still choose Seamus, which is the same as Ron will choose Harry.

In short, October ended in a raging storm, November came quietly before you knew it, it was as cold as frozen iron, every morning was a layer of frost, the cold wind cut hands and cheeks, the sky and the ceiling of the Great Hall turned a faint blue-gray, the mountains around Hogwarts put on snow caps, the temperature in the castle dropped so much, and many students wore thick dragon skin gloves when they rested in the corridors between classes.

"Maybe we should rent a shop in Diagon Alley as well, or simply start our own dragon skin glove company, the dragons that the Sami tame tame have every year, and the number of dragons is terrifying—"

Ning An slumped next to the warm fireplace in the lounge, nestled in a rocking chair, covered with a blanket, with a lazy and comfortable smile on his face, squinting his eyes, wishing that it would be enough to make people jealous of himself by sleeping lazily on this busy day.

Dangling in his rocking chair and looking out the window at the howling wind, he thoughtfully said to Daphne, who was racking his brains to write a report on the Glowweed, and that Professor Sprout's assignments were equally binding on Durmstrang's students, and if they didn't turn them in, their grades would count towards Durmstrang's scores.

"Well, good idea." Daphne coped casually, the quill in her hand slid on the parchment, and at this moment, Ning An actually saw a trace of Hermione's shadow on her body, at least when she finished her homework, the two were so similar.

"If you're going to start a company like this, it's going to be very profitable." Malfoy seemed to have finished his homework early, so he was enjoying his lunch break quite easily, in fact, maybe everyone finished their homework early, and when it was time to take a herbal medicine class in the afternoon, and turn in the homework, maybe Daphne was the only one who needed to rush now, Ning An waved his hand, dispelling the illusion that the girl had just been mistaken for an 'honor student'.

Although in terms of spell casting ability, Daphne is undoubtedly the top student, but in terms of homework, this guy is probably the type that can drag on as long as possible.

"Oh? So, Malfoy, your family is interested in getting involved, too? I remember your father was very rich. ”

Ning An's fingers tapped lightly on the armrest of the rocking chair, which was originally nothing more than an ordinary straight-backed chair, and the exquisite transformation technique allowed Ning An to turn it into a large wooden bed several meters wide.

The handrail is close to the fireplace, baked hot, hands on it, can feel the warm current down the palm, straight to the navel, this may be Ning An spent the morning by the fireplace, even if the students in the lounge are gone, he would rather be here in a daze, looking at the scenery outside the window, rather than walking around, when it is cold, people are always easy to become lazy.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Headmaster—" Draco's face turned pale, realizing that what he had said was not appropriate, and hurriedly argued, "I can't be the master yet, I ...... in money"

He's been getting more and more embarrassed lately to say things like 'my dad,' and he's starting to make it clear that Lucius? Malfoy's stuff was not equal to his, especially since Ning An explained to him in detail the contradictions and hatred that existed between Serpent and the Death Eaters, and given that his father was a Death Eater, this also confused and confused Draco for a while.

But he has now come out of his confusion, but more often than not, he has to realize that he is no longer the eldest young master of the Malfoy family, and even has to take the initiative to fight against this identity many times, otherwise he will not be able to be on an equal footing with his father, which means that his father will introduce him to become a Death Eater.

In fact, Lucius? Malfoy had mentioned more than once that he wanted his son to work for the Dark Lord, but they were all prevaricated by Draco, they had been sending letters frequently lately, and although they were still able to escape at Hogwarts for a while, thinking that the semester was over, Malfoy felt that he would be closer and closer to the time to face the Dark Lord directly.

"Ah, that's nothing, your father is just involuntarily, in fact, I think you also know that a person like your father will never be completely loyal to anyone, and he will only be able to protect himself, but Voldemort may not be unable to see through this...... So ......"

Ning An whispered to Malfoy, the voice was only limited to the range that two people could hear clearly, Malfoy's mouth opened wide, not only because he heard the name that could not be said, but also made associations, if even Voldemort understood that Dad's loyalty was worthless, then their family-

"But don't worry, at least your father's financial resources and influence will be useful to Voldemort so far, and even for a long time to come, so don't worry too much, everything is still with me."

Ning An blinked, as if he was not talking about a demon king who everyone talked about, but the amiable little man upstairs Charms class professor, Filius? Flitwick is the same.

"Whew—I'm done!" Daphne let out a sigh of relief, stretched hard, and stared excitedly at the small table in front of her, the horizontal parchment densely covered with small black letters.

"Ah, that's fast." Ning An sighed, "It's like our time at Hogwarts, who would have thought that two months have passed......

"Of course time is running out for you, and I've never seen a headmaster as idle as you." Daphne quipped, "When Karkaroff was there, he always had to manage a lot of things, you don't know, every time we rode a broomstick outside, he had to ......"

"It depends on what time you ride, Durmstrang isn't allowed to ride broomsticks on the field around the clock, I still remember that." Ning An was a little smug, "Thanks to Pani for reminding me, otherwise I might not even bother to write this down." ”

"Pani is still running the school for you." Daphne pursed her lips, the expression on her face made Malfoy feel inappropriate when she saw it, of course he knew that Ning An and Daphne had been extremely good friends since they were a year old, but now that Ning An was already the principal, was it really no problem for me to joke with the principal like this as a student.

But Malfoy is not stupid, how could he say it at this time, provoking Daphne's dissatisfaction is sometimes more terrible than provoking Ning An, which Malfoy deeply understands.

"Think about how unjustly our money was spent." Daphne rolled up the parchment paper and put it in her bag, and immediately a large pile of snacks and combs and a small delicately jeweled aqua blue mirror appeared on the table, and she took the wooden comb and combed it over her long smooth golden hair, and said:

"Durmstrang's tuition is not cheap, and we students spend a lot of money every year to study at the School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, but we only attend a school that is temporarily run by the vice principal, and the principal hangs around outside the school every day, not doing anything at all."

Although Daphne complained and complained, her voice was very low, and it was still limited to the three of them, and Ning An did not stop it, it was all a joke, he replied with a smile:

"Pani's management level is much better than mine, he will definitely be much more organized when he comes to take care of Durmstrang than I am, and Karkaroff is also there, there is nothing to worry about, it is better to say, from now on I may really be just a nominal principal, hahaha, you don't want to change schools halfway, even if you pay the tuition, you will not return it."