The dismissal of Professor Trelawney was Umbridge's handiwork. The pen ~ fun ~ www.biquge.info all benefited from Education Order 25, which provided that the High Inquisitor would have the supreme authority in all future punishments, sanctions, and deprivations of authority involving Hogwarts students, and that he would have the right to modify such punishments, sanctions, and deprivations of rights imposed by other teachers.

When Professor Trelawney stood in one of the courtyards of the college in his tattered clothes, the whole college was in a stir, and countless students gathered around, whispering and pointing.

Professor Trelawney, on the other hand, stood in the courtyard with a dirty handkerchief and wept vigorously, a few tattered suitcases piled at her feet, looking lonely, not to mention pitiful.

On the other side was the high-spirited Umbridge, still dressed in bells and whistles, holding a dismissal order in his hand, walking towards Professor Trelawney step by step.

Professor Trelawney stepped forward nervously, looking even more pitiful as he nearly tripped over his suitcase.

Professor McGonagall also came, comforting Professor Trelawney, who was crying so badly that this was almost her home, and now Umbridge was going to kick her out of her house, and anyone else would be heartbroken.

Dumbledore appeared, he suppressed Umbridge as the headmaster, although Professor Trelawney's job is gone, but he can finally live in this school, but unfortunately Umbridge is by no means a fuel-efficient person, etc., being suppressed by Dumbledore makes her very unhappy, and I am afraid that she has begun to think about changing the headmaster at this moment.

It's just that everyone didn't know about this, everyone thought that it would be okay to do this, and the days still have to be taken by!

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Most of the students were not very resistant to the restrictions imposed on the students by several educational orders, or they were simply resistant, far less strong than Harry and the others.

Harry was very worried about the future because he knew about Voldemort's resurrection, and so did his friends, everyone sat together and discussed, this can't work, even if you don't think about the exam, you will always need to resist when Voldemort comes back in the future, if you don't practice hard now, how can you withstand Voldemort at that time?

So everyone began to discuss the matter of organizing their own study classes in private, which was against the education order, so they had to come in private, and they must not be discovered. This requires a very secluded place, but where do you find such a secluded place in Hogwarts House? Everyone is in trouble.

In the end, it was Dobby, the house-elf, who found Harry and told him about a place that would never be discovered.

At half past seven that night, Harry, Ron, and Hermione left the Gryffindor common room, Harry holding an old piece of parchment in his hand. Although the fifth-graders could stay in the hallway until nine o'clock, when the three of them walked to the eighth floor, they were still nervous and looked around.

"Wait." At the top of the stairs Harry said warned. He unfolded the parchment, tapped it with his wand, and said softly: "I solemnly swear that I have no ill will. ”

A map of Hogwarts appeared on the blank parchment, with moving black dots marked with names indicating the location of each person.

"Filch is on the third floor," Harry held up the map to his eyes and looked at it closely, "Lady Loris is on the fifth floor. ”

"Where's Umbridge?" Hermione asked worriedly.

"In her office." Harry pointed to her position and said, "Okay, let's go." ”

They quickly made their way down the hallway to the place Dobby described, in front of a huge tapestry of Silly Barnabas trying to teach trolls ballet, opposite a stretch of white wall.

"Here we are," Harry whispered, and a moth-eaten troll stopped beating the ballet teacher and turned his head to look at them, "Dobby said he was going to walk through this wall three times, concentrating on what we needed. ”

They did so, going to the window at one end of the white wall and turning back, to the other end of the vase, which was a man high. Ron narrowed his eyes to concentrate his thoughts, Hermione whispered a word, and Harry stared ahead with his hands clenched into fists. We need a place to learn to wrestle...... He thought, give us a place to practice...... will not be discovered......

"Harry." When they turned around for the third time, Hermione said suddenly.

A very smooth door appeared on the wall.

Ron stared at it, wary.

Harry grabbed the brass handle, pulled the door open, and led the way into a large room with torches lit, like in an underground classroom.

On the wall was a wooden bookshelf, and there were no chairs on the floor, but large satin cushions. On the shelf at the other end of the room were speculums, spinners, and a large cracked mirror that Harry was sure had hung in the fake Moody's office last year.

"These are useful when practicing the stun spell." Ron said excitedly by kicking the cushion.

"Look at these books!" Hermione excitedly stroked the rows of sheepskin-faced spine books, "Common Spells and Solutions...... Outwitting the Dark Arts...... Self-Defense Spells...... Wow......" She looked back at Harry, her face lit up, and Harry saw that the hundreds of books had finally convinced Hermione that they were doing the right thing, "Harry, that's great, we have everything we want." ”

She immediately pulled out "Fighting Poison with Poison" from the bookshelf, sat down on the nearest mat and began to read.

There was a soft knock on the door, and Harry turned to see that Ginny, Neville, Parvati, and Dean had arrived.

"Wow," Dean exclaimed, looking around, "what is this place?" ”

Harry began to explain, but before he could finish speaking, someone came in again, so he had to start from the beginning. At eight o'clock, there were people sitting on each mat. Harry walked to the door, turned the key on the lock, and let out a satisfying click, and everyone fell silent to look at him. Hermione carefully marked the pages of Fighting Poison with Poison and set the book aside.

"Well," Harry was a little nervous, "this is the place we found to practice, and everybody- oh- apparently thinks it's pretty good-"

"Wonderful!" Qiu said, and a few people whispered in agreement.

"That's weird," Fred frowned and looked around, "we got away from Filch here, George, do you remember?" But that time it was just a broom cabinet......"

"Hey, Harry, what is this?" Dean asked in the back row, pointing to the speculum and the demon mirror.

"Dark magic detectors," Harry walked over from the mat, "they're generally used to show if there's a dark wizard or enemy activity nearby, but don't rely too much on these instruments, they can be deceived......" He looked into the cracked mirror for a moment, there was a faint figure moving, but it wasn't real. He ignored it again.

"Well, I've been thinking about what we're going to do first-uh-" He noticed a hand raised, "What's the matter, Hermione?" ”

"I think we should choose a leader." Hermione said.

"Harry is the leader." Cho said immediately, looking at her as if Hermione was crazy.

Harry's heart skipped another beat.

"That's right, but I think we should have an official election," Hermione said calmly, "so that it could be officially authorized for him." So- who thinks Harry should be our leader? ”

Everyone raised their hands, even Zacharith Smith, albeit barely.

"Ah-thank you," Harry felt a fever on his face, "and-what, Hermione?" ”

"I also think we should have a name," she said clearly, with her hands still in the air, "and that promotes unity and strengthens the collective spirit, doesn't it?" ”

"Is it okay to call it the 'Anti-Umbridge Alliance'?" Angelina asked expectantly.

"Or the 'Ministry of Magic is stupid' group?" Fred proposed.

"I think," said Hermione, frowning at Fred, "that name better not make people see what we're up to, so we can safely mention it outside." ”

"Defense Society?" Cho said, "Abbreviated as D.A., no one knows what we're talking about. ”

"Hey, D.A. yes," said Ginny, "it could also mean 'Dumbledore's Army,' which is what the Ministry of Magic fears the most, right?" ”

There was a whisper of approval and laughter.

"Do you all agree with D.A.?" Hermione asked, like a moderator, kneeling up and counting heads, "Majority—the motion passed." ”

She pinned a note with everyone's names on it to the wall, and at the top it wrote: Dumbledore's Army.

"Very well," Harry said as she sat down, "and let's start practicing, shall we?" I think the first thing to practice is to remove your weapon, as you know, it is the disarming charm. I know it's basic, but I think it works—"

"Oh, please," Zacharis Smith said, holding his arms and wide-eyed, "I guess your weapon won't work against the mystery man, right?" ”

"Even if it doesn't work against the Dark Lord, it will work just as well against other Death Eaters, but if you don't bother to practice it, you can leave." Harry said.

Smith didn't move. None of them moved.

"Okay," so many eyes were on him, Harry's mouth was a little dry, "I think we should practice in pairs." ”

It's weird to give instructions, but it's even weirder to see them being carried out.

Everyone immediately stood up and paired up in pairs.

As you can imagine, Neville left the order.

"You can practice with me," Harry said to him, "Good! Listen to me count to three! One, two, three-"

The room was filled with the sound of your weapon, wands flying in all directions, and the misguided spell hit the books on the shelves, sending them flying into the air. Harry was quick, and Neville's wand spun and flew out, hitting the ceiling, sparks flying everywhere, and then when it landed on top of the bookshelf with a thud, Harry retrieved it with the Flying Charm. He looked around and felt that it was right to start with the basics. Many of the spells were used in a mess, and many of them couldn't disarm their opponents at all, only forcing them to take a few steps back or cringe, and weak spells whizzed over their heads.

"Except for your weapons!" Neville shouted, and Harry was caught off guard, his wand flying out of his hand.

"It worked!" Neville said happily, "Never before - I made it!" ”

"Not bad!" Harry said encouragingly, deciding not to point out that in a real fight, the opponent couldn't look away, and the wand was loosely held to the side, "Neville, can you take turns practicing with Ron and Hermione for a while, I'll just walk around and see how everyone is doing." ”

Harry is a recognized leader, although in terms of strength, everyone knows that Duten is stronger, even the strongest among the Hogwarts students. But lately, Duten didn't know what he was up to, rarely appeared in front of people, and Hermione had less time to meet him. And more importantly, Duten is so strong, so strong that everyone has a gap with him, but he is not as good as Harry, who can sit and practice with everyone.

Harry walked to the middle of the room, and Zachares Smith had a strange situation, every time he opened his mouth to disarm Anthony Goldstein, his wand flew out, and Anthony didn't seem to make a sound. But it didn't take long for Harry to solve the mystery, and Fred and George were not far from Smith, and the two took turns pointing their wands at his back.

"I'm sorry, Harry," George said hurriedly at Harry's gaze, "I can't help it." ”

Harry walked around, trying to correct the wrongdoer. Ginny and Michael Turner were teamed up, and she did a great job, and Michael, though not very badly, just wouldn't say the spell to her. Ernie McMillan waved his wand unnecessarily, creating a gap for the opponent. The Creevey brothers are welcoming, but the technology is unstable, and most of the books flying up from the nearby shelves are their credit. Luna Lovegood was also capricious, sometimes causing Justin Finch's wand to spin and fly, other times just to make his hair stand on end.

"Alright, stop!" Harry shouted, "Stop! Stop it! ”

I needed a whistle, and as soon as he thought so, he spotted one in the nearest row of books. He grabbed his whistle and blew it hard. Everyone lowered their wands.

"Good practice," said Harry, "but there is still room for improvement." Zacharith Smith glared at him. Let's ...... again."

He began to walk around the house again, stopping from time to time to make comments. Everyone's technology is gradually improving.

"Hey, Harry," Hermione shouted from the other end of the room, "have you seen the time?" ”

He looked down at his watch and was taken aback—before he knew it, it was ten o'clock, and they had to go back to the common room at once, or they might be caught and punished by Filch. As soon as he whistled, everyone stopped shouting "Remove your weapon", and the last few wands crackled to the ground.

"Very good," said Harry, "but we're out of time, so let's stop here." Same time, same place next week? ”

"It's better to be early!" Dean Thomas said eagerly, and many nodded in agreement.

But Angelina was busy saying, "The Quidditch season is about to start and the team has to train!" ”

"Then next Wednesday night," Harry said, "and then decide on another time for the meeting...... Okay, we'd better hurry up......"

He took out the map of the living point and carefully checked if there were any teachers on the eighth floor. He asked three or four of them to walk together, watching with concern to see if their little black dots were safe to make it back to the dormitory: Hufflepuff's back in the basement hallway that also led to the kitchen, Ravenclaw's back to the west tower of the castle, and Gryffindor's back down the eighth-floor hallway back to the portrait of the fat lady. (To be continued.) )