Harry underestimated the impact of last year's events and the strength of the Ministry of Magic, thinking that the students at Hogwarts still believed in Dumbledore, but the truth was beyond his imagination.

"You don't know my mother, she's going to tell anyone anything!" Seamus Finigan snapped that he was a roommate in one of Harry's dormitories, and had just fallen out with him because he suspected him again, "Anyway, your parents won't read the Daily Prophet. They won't know that our headmaster has been expelled from the wizarding jury and the International Federation of Wizards for losing his mind! ――”

The next morning, Harry and Ron found Hermione, the only person they could now find who could trust their good minds, even though Hermione seemed impatient.

"Well, Harry, what the hell is going on? You look annoyed. Hermione asked, as they walked past a string of portraits of witches and wizards hanging by the stairs, but the portraits ignored them and talked about themselves engagedly.

"Seamus suspects Harry of lying about the mystery man." Ron gave a brief explanation for Harry, who didn't answer.

Hermione sighed, and instead of being as surprised as Harry had expected, she instead said, "Yes, Lavender thinks so too. ”

"And then you talk happily to her about whether I, a fool who wants attention, am I lying, am I?" Harry looked at Hermione's calm appearance and exclaimed.

Hermione said calmly, "Not really, I warn her to shut her big fat mouth about you." Harry, if you could lower your tone with Ron and me, you probably wouldn't be in so much trouble, there are a lot of people who are just skeptical, but your attitude makes them unhappy. ”

A small silence.

"I'm sorry," Harry whispered dejectedly.

"That's fine." Hermione said haughtily, looking a little like Professor McGonagall, then she shook her head and said, "Do you remember what Dumbledore said at the banquet at the end of last semester?" ”

Harry and Ron both looked at Hermione blankly, hoping she could explain it clearly.

"It's about the mystery man. He said his "talent for spreading discord and hatred is high." We can only contend with him by the power of the opposite combination of friendship and trust—"

"How can you remember the original so well?" Ron looked at her enviously.

"I listened, Ron," Hermione said in a mean tone, looking at Ron like an idiot.

"I'm listening, too, but I still can't say it like you're going to—" Ron's ears reddened.

"The point is that this is what Dumbledore said," Hermione raised her voice to emphasize, "and we've been fighting for less than two months since the mystery man came back. The Sorting Hat also warns: Stand together, unite—"

"But Harry was right to do that last night," Ron retorted, "if that warning meant we were going to show favor to the Slytherin idiots." ”

"Then I regret that we are not working on a little unity from within." Hermione snapped a-for-tat.

As they walked the marble staircase, a group of Ravencrow fourth-graders was walking through the hall. When they saw Harry, they huddled and ran away, as if Harry was going to attack those who had strayed.

"yes, we're really trying to make friends with those people." Harry said sarcastically.

Hermione suddenly looked at Harry intently, and said word by word, "The reason why they are like that is because of what you have done before, you should not be so directed at Gurries, otherwise your situation would be much better." ”

"But what I'm saying is the truth!" Harry pleaded excitedly.

"But it's also true that Guris is risking his life to deliver the news to us!" Hermione said without flinching, "You know, Harry, the best way to settle the situation now is for you to reconcile with Gurris, so that at least half of the whole school will no longer oppose you, and more people will choose to believe what you say!" ”

"It can't be!" Harry growled.

"yes!" Hermione sarcastically said, "I knew you wouldn't do it, just because he's more handsome, more popular, and Cho Chang's boyfriend, so you'll never apologize to him, and in your eyes, even if someone else paid for their lives to fight Voldemort, it's not as important as your face!" ”

Harry seemed frightened by her words and took a step back, "No, it's not like that, if I apologize to Guris, no one else will believe what I say, yes!" You see what we said last year—"

Hermione interrupted him, "Guris only said last year that he got the trophy and then couldn't find you anywhere, as long as you don't mention that Guris appeared at Voldemort's place, his words can even prove it for you, you messed things up yourself, stump you want Guris to jump out and say in front of everyone that what you said is true!" What about Sirius, the sacrifice your godfather made before, and now that he is wanted by the Ministry of Magic, what about the safety of Guris? ”

Hermione's eyes widened as she looked like Professor McGonagall.

Harry was silent and didn't speak for a long time, but he didn't have the slightest intention of apologizing.

"Okay," Hermione sneered, then flicked her bag and walked away, "Since you don't want to listen to me, please don't ask me for ideas next time, I don't like." ”

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Harry didn't come to his senses until the beginning of Defence Against the Dark Arts class, Ron didn't dare to speak beside him, he felt like Harry was like a powder keg now, ready to explode at any moment. Asking Harry to apologize to Guris, Ron felt he would never have dreamed of the idea.

But then he had to admit that Hermione was braver than he thought.

"I have a question about your course objectives," Hermione said abruptly on her feet during Umbridge's first class.

Umbridge lifted her eyes.

"Well, what's your name?"

"Hermione Granger," Hermione said.

"Okay, Miss Granger, I think the course objectives are very clear, if you read them carefully," Professor Umbridge said firmly.

"Oh, I did." Hermione said frankly. "But there's nothing written about defensive spells on it."

There was a brief silence in the classroom.

"Using a defensive spell?" Professor Umbridge said with a slight smile. "Why, I don't seem to need you to use defensive charms in my class, Miss Granger. You don't want to be attacked in class. She thought she was making a little joke, but unfortunately no one laughed.

"But we'll need it later, even when we're out of campus!" Hermione didn't back down.

"As long as you learn enough theory and for a long enough time, there's no reason why you can't complete a spell with care and control." Umbridge explained.

"Do you mean the first time we cast a spell on us was when someone cast a spell on us?" Hermione retorted disdainfully, "Leaning your life on a spell that you don't know if you cast?" ”

Umbridge's eyes narrowed, she sensed Hermione's trouble, "The outside world is far more peaceful than you think, Miss Granger, of course you may have been seduced by some ulterior motives," she glanced at Harry, "but with the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic protecting you, you don't have to worry about your own safety." ”

Harry's face flushed, and he stood up, "I said, on the ground—"

"Harry, shut up!" Hermione interrupted him suddenly, then looked at Umbridge and said, "Then may I ask if the Aurors' Defence Against the Dark Arts class is also only a theory class, in which case we can really trust them?" And since it's as safe out there as you said, why do we have to take a Defence Against the Dark Arts class, just cancel it. ”

Everyone gasped, and the smile on Umbridge's face was gone. She didn't have anything to say, Defence Against the Dark Arts class wasn't supposed to be just theory, but in order to prevent Dumbledore from mastering more wizards, neither Fudge nor she wanted to hand over the magic that these students used in battle.

"I think we should have a good talk, Miss Granger, maybe a confinement would be more appropriate." She said coldly.