But things don't depend on Hermione's will.

Especially in this wizarding world that is on par with strength, why Voldemort can respond to everything with nothing, and why Dumbledore is only the headmaster of Hogwarts but has such a huge influence in the entire wizarding world, which can be seen.

Wang Yong received many interested intents, Wang Yong's strength was admired by many school students, and others were very curious about why Wang Yong was so powerful.

To Wang Yong's surprise, some of the Slytherin students also submitted their applications, but it was a little clear to think about it.

Excluding some who may have a so-called "spy" mentality, some of them began to walk a tightrope.

There was no law that required Slytherin to be loyal to Voldemort, and that would be ridiculous to a utilitarian, powerful Slytherin.

Perhaps Wang Yong's broken arm by Lucius could have boosted their confidence, but Wang Yong's easy recovery and the tragic death of Lucius and his men made them think about it seriously.

They are cold-blooded pros and cons creatures, believing that only children can tell right and wrong, and the wise Slytherin has never talked about pros and cons, although Wang Yong has killed so many Death Eaters, but his strength is undoubtedly fascinating, and his methods are not the kind of Gryffindor fraternity, maybe Wang Yong's path can fit their interests and ideals.

Or to put it more realistically, Voldemort was much weaker than Wang Yong when he was in school, and Wang Yong can play one-on-one with Voldemort now, so the future ......

Their thoughts speak for themselves, and this also triggers a hidden split between Slytherin, and even the pure-blood family, Voldemort's supporters.

Wang Yong put the place of initiation in the screaming hut.

……

The morning of the trip to Hogsmeade, it was sunny, but windy. After breakfast, they lined up in front of Filch, and Harry continued on, up the stone steps, onto the cold, sunny outdoors.

Along the way, they were discussing the Big Bomb, and it was unknown why Filch suspected that it was Harry who ordered the Big Bomb in large quantities. They passed between the high stone pillars topped with winged boars, and turned left onto the road to the village, where the wind blew their hair over their eyes.

"Where the hell are we going?" Harry asked, "Three broomsticks bar?" ”

"Oh—no," Hermione said, ausing from her musings, "no, it's always crowded and noisy. I told the others to meet us at the Hog's Head Bar, which is another bar, you know, off the road. I think that's a bit of a ...... You know, it's not very safe, but students don't usually go there, so I don't think we're overheard. ”

Harry said with an unnatural expression, "Is there really anyone coming to the Defence Against the Dark Arts course we have formed?" ”

Hermione's expression was also a little unnatural, and she stroked her unkempt brown hair, as if to make it softer: "Of course someone will come." ”

Then she said to Harry with a determined expression, "If we are determined to do something, no matter how many people look at it, we must keep doing it!" ”

Harry opened his mouth, ready to say that it was your decision and not mine, but he kept his mouth shut after thinking about it, and he estimated that Hermione would go crazy when he said this.

They walked down the main road, past Jokowi's joke shop – where they unsurprisingly saw Fred, George and Lee Jordan, past the post office – every few moments some owls flew out of it, and then they turned onto a side road with a small bar at the intersection.

A tattered wooden sign hung from a rusty stand on the door, on which was depicted a severed boar's head, blood seeping through the white cloth that encased it. As they approached, the sign creaked and rattled in the wind. The three of them hesitated outside the door.

"Let's go, let's go in." Hermione said, looking a little nervous. Harry led the way in.

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, Harry thought the ground was compacted dirt, but when he stepped on it, he realized that the stone floor had accumulated for centuries.

With a lot of suspicious people at the Pig's Head Bar, such as a man wrapped in mummy-like bandages who drank calmly through the cracks in the cloth, and a witch wrapped in black veil from head to toe, Harry could see why Hagrid said he could trade for dragon eggs here.

The barkeeper was a man who made Harry look like him, with a tall, thin build, a gray beard, and an irascible expression.

A few people ordered butterbeer and waited for the others to arrive.

"So, who do you think will come and meet us?" Harry asked, taking a long sip as he unscrewed the rusty cap of his Butterbeer bottle.

"Just three or two people," Hermione said, looking at her watch and looking anxiously towards the door, "I told them to be around this time, and I think they must all know where—"

It was indeed two or three people, and Hermione wanted to be modest, because there were indeed many people who had expressed interest in her Defence Against the Dark Arts study group before, but at this time, she felt her face burn a little.

Brothers Colin and Dennis Creevey, and Fred, George and their friend Lee Jordan, all three of them carry large paper bags full of things they bought at Jokowi's joke shop.

They giggled in.

Hermione flattened her mouth.

Harry felt relieved, but there was a faint sense of loss in his heart.

There is no Akihari ...... It stands to reason that she is one of Wang Yong's girlfriends, I really don't know what she thinks, if Qiu Zhang is my girlfriend, I will treat her well, and I will not be half-hearted.

No Ginny...... Never mind.

Harry shook his head.

George looked at the sullen trio and shrugged: "It seems that there are only a few of us...... Originally, Angelina was also a little interested, but when I heard that Wang Yong had also formed one, I immediately passed, saying that he looked too handsome in the duel with Snape a few years ago! Owner, five bottles of butterbeer! ”

Harry's face became even more gloomy, but Angelina was a teammate or captain after all, and he said helplessly: "Yes, girls, always worship stronger men." ”

Hermione glared at him, "Don't use your opinion alone to represent all women, okay?!" ”

She turned to look at Ron, "Where's Neville?" Speaking of which, he was very motivated at first and kept asking me when I started. ”

Ron drank a butterbeer and pretended to look at the interior of the Hog's Head Bar, but he was soon forced to turn his head by Hermione's harsh gaze: "Neville, you know his family...... Hmm. He actually has a stronger obsession with becoming stronger than others, so when Wang Yong proposed......"

"Okay, I got it." Hermione waved her hand to stop, and her mood became a little irritable.

Yes, in normal times, Wang Yong's style, which seems approachable but has a faint layer of estrangement, is not really loved by the public (Hermione forgot that she is actually the same), but in the moment of crisis, Wang Yong's strength is obviously very easily followed by many people.

It's normal, it's normal, Hermione said to herself secretly, but unconsciously clenched her fists.

Colin looked at Harry with sparkling eyes at this time and said, "Harry, I believe in you!" We all believe that under your guidance we will learn more powerful Defence Against the Dark Arts, right? Dennis! ”

His younger brother was in a daze just now, and when he saw his brother poking himself with his elbow, he hurriedly nodded desperately.

"Thank you!" Harry said gratefully, feeling a lot better in his heart, although Wang Yong covered the sky with one hand, but after all, he still has admirers, I must teach my own Defense Against the Dark Arts well. Harry made up his mind.