"This ...... How is this possible ......? Ron exclaimed incredulously, "You...... You helped Harry secure Umbridge's special ——!? ”

The fireplace was blazing, there weren't many people in the Gryffindor lounge, there were a lot of woolen clothes and hats piled up on an empty couch, the size seemed to be for babies, Hermione was busy with her hands, and the whole pile was knitting for the house-elves, and the SPE activity didn't stop.

"It's Ning'an—" Hermione didn't look at Ron, focusing on the knitting needle and yarn in her hand, "It's actually Ning'an who convinced Umbridge. ”

Ron carefully looked at the parchment in his hand and confirmed that the large signature read: Dolores Umbridge, and even the words on it: The seal of the High Inquisitor of Hogwarts, and he handed the parchment to Harry, who was sitting on the couch next to him, and elbowed his best friend.

"That's good, Harry, you can start your own Defence Against the Dark Arts club!"

Harry frowned, "I haven't said I'm going to teach Defence Against the Dark Arts yet...... Hell......" he wasn't as happy as he thought, "I'm just a student...... I mean, what can I teach you......"

"No one told you to do it now." Hermione raised her head, she looked at Harry seriously, Harry had a feeling of inexplicability, he thought that Hermione had become a little different, and conveyed a feeling of getting closer and closer to Ning An from his temperament.

"It's just a credential, and when you want to do that, at least Umbridge can't stop you." Hermione lowered her head and went back to knitting her sweater, but Ron was still staring at the parchment and muttered to himself:

"Unbelievable, how did you convince Umbridge...... Even though...... It's Durmstrang's headmaster, but ...... It's unbelievable...... But why not just convince the old toad to change her class......"

He stopped abruptly in the middle of his speech and patted Harry on the back, "Come on, Harry, Fred and I will both come, and Ginny will probably come too, and we can call the others, I'm sure there must be a lot of people willing to come to your club to study-"

"Yes, now that Ning'an's club has shrunk down to only six Hogwarts students, it's a good time." Hermione pulled the hair from the side of her ear and said lightly.

Last time, only she and Qiu Zhang, Neville, Luna, and Hufflepuff's Hannah Abbot and Susan Bones went to the class, and Ning An said that the absent people would not be used for the next class, he would change the key of the door, and the others would not be able to enter, so Hermione guessed that other people who were still interested in Defence Against the Dark Arts might be willing to join Harry's club.

"So you've decided?" Ginny apparently heard their conversation and walked over, holding a thick book titled "Pioneers of Magic: Defenders Against the Dark Arts" in her hand, and sat on the small couch to Harry's left.

"You're going to have a Defence Against the Dark Arts class too?"

Ginny's voice was neither high nor low, and she couldn't hear the emotion, but she could feel it from the small rise in the tail note, and she was probably still very happy, "That must be great, I'm looking forward to it, and if it happens, I'll go to participate - can you reserve a place for me first?" ”

Harry looked at Ginny, and found that her face was full of solemnity, and there was no intention of half-parting jokes or mockery, and he felt a little better, pondering Ginny's words, and thinking about what he had thought before, if he had done a great job in his club, would Autumn have noticed, this might really be an opportunity to prove himself, Hermione was right, he should have taken such an opportunity.

"But...... We don't have classrooms...... I can't apply for a classroom......" Thinking about this question, Harry was a little frustrated, and he was reluctant to ask Dumbledore if there were any spare classrooms at Hogwarts where he could start a Defence Against the Dark Arts club.

It had been a long time since he had spoken to Dumbledore, and at this time, whether it was out of a desire to trouble or not at all to meet with him, Harry tried his best to avoid all possible contact with Mr. Headmaster, compared to Harry's willingness to face Ning'an, at least he didn't need to hide it in front of Ning'an, even if he was disgusted.

"You can ask Ning An about this." When Hermione said this, Ginny also looked up, and the three of them looked at Hermione together, always feeling as if she was talking about her boyfriend all the time today.

"That's what Ning An said—if you can't find a place to teach, then he probably knows a place, a place he used to go to Hogwarts."

Harry didn't immediately agree, but only after about a week of hesitation found Ning An.

It's not easy to find Ning'an, no one knows what he's busy with every day, sometimes Durmstrang can't find him in the common room, Harry met Malfoy here, and now although the two are still in the same school, Malfoy is no longer the Malfoy of Slytherin.

"What's the matter? Porter? When Draco Malfoy spoke to himself in such a calm tone, Harry always felt very strange, especially since the other man had a faint smile on his face instead of the familiar mocking sneer.

"I'm looking for Ning An." Harry said stiffly.

Malfoy looked slightly surprised, as if surprised that he dared to call Ning An's life like this, and paused before he slowly spoke, his words a little more angry

"Mr. Headmaster isn't here, and I don't know where he's gone, so you'd better look elsewhere."

Harry didn't ask much, of course, he was embarrassed to see Malfoy here, so he nodded, turned and left.

It wasn't until the second week of the Defence Against the Dark Arts Club that Harry listened to Hermione's words, and waited outside the classroom on the fifth floor to reach Ning'an, when the event had just ended, and as Durmstrang students came out, Hogwarts students walked behind.

Harry saw Hannah Abbott and Neville walking out side by side, Neville seemed to be startled by Harry and almost fell on the ground, but fortunately Hannah helped him and looked up at Harry curiously.

"Ah...... Harry...... Why are you here......"

"Hmm......" Harry was about to say something, Qiu Zhang had already walked out of the door, Luna followed her, chattering something, but Qiu Zhang didn't seem to be in the mood to listen, she looked sullen, lowered her head, and looked at the empty marble floor beneath her feet.

"Hey......" Harry wanted to open his mouth to say something, but Cho didn't look at him, just rubbed his shoulder and walked past him, but Luna stopped, smiled and said hello to Harry before jumping away, followed by Ning An and Hermione.

"Harry—" Hermione shouted, drawing Harry's attention away from Cho.

"I'll go first...... Harry ...... "Neville's face flushed, and he left shoulder to shoulder with Hannah, the Hufflepuff girl, who had always looked at Harry curiously, until she had walked some distance, and then turned her head to whisper to Neville.

"I heard you wanted to find me?" Ning An stood still, smiled and said to Harry, "Looks like you're worried about finding a place where you can practice Defence Against the Dark Arts?" ”

He patted Hermione on the shoulder and motioned for her to go back first, Hermione's eyes wandered between Harry and Ning An for a while, and then whispered, "Then I'll go first, don't worry, Harry, Ning An will find you a good place." ”

She spoke as if Ning An was the headmaster of Hogwarts, and when everyone left, the corridor became empty, Ning An invited Harry back to the classroom that had just finished the activity, and pushed the door open again, and the soft cushions inside were scrambling to stack together, and when she heard Ning An entering the room, she immediately stopped.

"Interesting little ones, huh, I think you'll probably need some then."

"So you do know a place......" Harry was casually leaning on a soft cushion, and he noticed that many of his small movements, intentional or not, would now imitate Ning An.

"Ha, yes, of course, I know that place." Ning An nodded, "You think my current magic is not practiced in a day, there was a time when I would practice frantically at Hogwarts, ...... with my companions"

Ning An's words stopped abruptly, as if he didn't want to say more, "At Hogwarts it's often called the 'Room of Need'. ”

"Responsive...... Harry asked curiously, "Why?" ”

"It's a magical house...... Ha, usually only one person can go in when they really need it. Ning An looked at Harry and said slowly, "If your idea of starting a magic club wasn't so strong and you didn't really need it, then it probably wouldn't have appeared. ”

Of course I need to, Harry thought silently to himself: I have to prove myself, at least prove that I can do it.

Thinking of Qiu Zhang's sullen ignorance of himself just now, Harry felt a tingling in his heart, and a sense of powerlessness invaded him.

"It comes and goes, but when it appears, it is always arranged to meet the needs of those who ask for help, and when I used to use it, it was an incomparably large house, and there would be a place for fighting and evading......" Ning An seemed to recall something, and the corners of his mouth raised intentionally or unintentionally.

"How many people know about it?" Harry straightened up, interested, if what Ning An said was true, it was indeed a very wonderful room.

"There will be very few people who want to know," Ning An said, "and people usually find it when they need it, but then they can't find it again because they don't know that it's always there for a need." ”

"That sounds great." Harry said that his heart was beating faster, and that it would be more or less cool if they used such a magical house as a club, and it was impossible to say that it was vanity, but Harry really hoped that Qiu Zhang would find it all cool too.

"If I use this room...... Harry muttered, the expression on his face seemed embarrassed, he hesitated, and said to Ning An in a hesitant voice, "That does sound wonderful...... But...... If I ever used it...... Can you ......"

"Can it be anything?" Ning An asked in surprise, he thought Harry would be impatient.

"Can you not tell anyone...... It was you who told me that this place existed. Harry lowered his head, he had the feeling that all his careful thoughts were being seen through by Ning An, and his heart was beating extremely fast.

"Yes, of course." Ning An didn't ask anything, just readily agreed.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief, he was glad the topic was over, he had regretted that he had made such a request.

"Good...... Sounds great...... So," Harry eagerly snapped, "and when is it that we can go and see?" ”

"This-" Ning An thought for a moment and looked up at the wall clock hanging in the classroom, "How about now, if you don't have a class for a while, we can go and check it out now, anyway, it's in Hogwarts, and it won't take much time." ”

"Huh!?" Harry looked up suddenly, he wanted to go right away, but he didn't expect Ning An to really agree immediately, the afternoon time could be said to be very free if it didn't take into account the annoying dissertation assignments left by Snape and Professor Trelawney.

"Absolutely." He immediately answered.

So the two of them left the classroom on the fifth floor, and walked down the hallway to the staircase, all the way up, because it was still very bright, they could meet students going up and down the stairs from time to time, Ning An and Harry were both celebrities in the school.

Needless to say, Durmstrang's headmaster, sitting at the faculty desk at the opening ceremony, was visible to all the students, Harry had always been known to the students at Hogwarts, not to mention that he was now seen as a 'liar', 'liar', and the 'big talker' who deceived Dumbledore.

All the way up to the eighth floor of Hogwarts, before passing the Gryffindor common room, you can still meet some students, Harry hurried past with his head down, the fat lady glanced at him on the portrait, intentionally or unintentionally, but Ning An looked left and right with interest, as if he rarely came here.

"It's just ahead." Walking through the long hallway, Ning Ann led Harry to a halt behind a section of white wall, opposite a giant tapestry with strange drawings of Silly Barnabas trying to teach trolls ballet.

Ning An looked at the tapestry with nostalgia, he had traveled through this place countless times when he was in the first grade, and so much time had passed in the blink of an eye.

"Alright, here it is." Ning An pointed to the tapestry, and Harry looked at him puzzled.

"You need to walk through this section of the wall three times and concentrate on what you need." Ning An further explained: "Okay, let's act now, go and walk, and think as you go." ”

Harry did so, walked to the window at one end of the white wall and turned back, walked to the other end of the one-man tall flower ** and turned back, his hands clenched into fists, looking ahead, his mind kept imagining.

I need a place to learn to wrestle...... He thought, give me a place to practice......

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