Harry had a dream.

He walked in a windowless hallway, footsteps echoing in the silence.

The door at the end of the hallway was getting closer, and his heart was beating faster.

If only you could push it away...... Walk in......

He held out his hand...... The finger was only inches away from it.

"Harry Potter, sir!"

Harry woke up.

The candles in the common room have been extinguished, and something is moving next to it.

The fire was almost burned out, and it was dark in the house.

"Who?" Harry sat up straight, a hint of nervousness in his expression.

"Dobby brought your owl, sir!"

A shrill voice, a short body.

It's Dobby.

The free house-elf came to work at Hogwarts.

Hedwig.

Hedwig was injured the last time he brought the reply, and Harry had to leave Hedwig in the care of Professor Graplan.

Apparently Hedwig was well taken care of, and it was standing on Dobby's layers of hats, calling calmly.

Harry looked at Dobby in amazement, who now had more hats on his head than his ears down, as if he were two or three feet taller.

The styles of those hats, Harry remembered, were hand-woven by Hermione.

I didn't expect to be picked up by Dobby.

"Dobby volunteered to send back the owl of Harry Potter!" Dobby said screechingly, his passion for Harry was as deep as ever, "Professor Grapeland said it was all right. ”

He bowed deeply, the tip of his nose rubbing against the worn carpet, and Hedwig flew to the arm of Harry's chair with a grieve of dissatisfaction over his head.

Harry touched Hedwig's head and thanked Dobby.

He blinked, trying to erase everything he saw in his dream.

Looking at Dobby's scarf and socks, Harry hesitated, "You took all the clothes Hermione had here?" ”

"Oh, no, sir." Dobby said happily, "Dobby also took some for Twinkle." ”

Referring to the alcoholic house-elf, Harry asked curiously, "How's Twilight doing?" ”

"Twilight is still an alcoholic, sir." Dobby said sadly, talking about the current attitude of the house-elves towards Gryffindor.

"They wouldn't clean the Gryffindor Tower, their hats and socks were hidden everywhere, and they thought it was an insult."

Dobby did all the cleaning of the Gryffindor Tower during this time, and he took all the things Hermione had left behind.

"Dobby always wanted to meet Harry Potter, and tonight he did as usual." Dobby bowed deeply, looked at Harry timidly and asked, "Dobby heard him talk in his sleep, did Harry Potter have nightmares?" ”

Harry thought back to the scene he had dreamed about, rubbed his eyes, yawned and said, "It's okay, I've done something more terrible." ”

Dobby looked at Harry, lowered his ears and said seriously, "Dobby wants to help Harry Potter because Harry Potter freed Dobby and made Dobby happy." ”

"You can't help me, but thank you anyway." Harry knew he had a problem, and he hadn't figured out the dream yet.

When he picked up the Potions textbook that had fallen to the ground, he thought of something and asked, "There's one thing you might be able to help me, Dobby." ”

Dobby smiled and said excitedly, "Say it, Harry Potter, sir!" ”

"I need a place where twenty-seven people can practice Defence Against the Dark Arts without the teachers detecting," Harry clutched his textbook nervously, "especially Professor Umbridge." ”

He thought it would embarrass Dobby, but the truth is, Dobby jumps excitedly.

"Dobby knows a wonderful place," Dobby is very happy that he can help Harry Potter.

"The other elves have mentioned that we call it 'Coming and Going House,' or 'Responsive House.'"

Harry didn't expect that he could actually learn about the best place from Dobby's mouth.

He snapped back to what Dumbledore had said about this place at the banquet last year.

Dumbledore said he wanted to go to the toilet and found a place with a lot of potty of all kinds.

Harry was pleasantly surprised and learned the location from Dobby, and he found Hermione and Ron the next day and told them about it.

They informed the other students who signed autographs at the Pig's Head Bar to assemble at eight o'clock on the eighth floor, opposite the tapestry where the troll stick beat the silly Barnabas.

The three made it to the eighth floor at half-past seven, and in order to prevent being discovered, Harry also brought a map of the living spots.

After observing for a while, and finding that no one was coming, he began to follow the method that Dobby said.

Walking back and forth here three times, Hermione whispered a word.

"We need a place to learn to wrestle."

The three of them walked three times in concentration, and a very smooth door appeared on the wall.

There is a room for requirement.

Ron was wary as Harry pulled the door open.

Enter the bookshelf filled with books on Defence Against the Dark Arts.

There was also a mirror that was once used by fake Moody's.

A humanoid target similar to the one used by Professor Heard in class.

Hermione stepped forward to flip through it in surprise, and a black book caught her eye.

She walked over and flipped through the book, which was a collection of stories.

In retrospect, it seemed that John enjoyed holding the book.

The Story of the Poet Bean

Eight o'clock arrived, and the students arrived one after another.

They were all amazed that there was this room in Hogwarts.

Fred and George frowned, the last time they came, it was a place to put brooms.

Hermione proposed the election of the leader, and Harry was elected unsurprisingly.

They thought of some names.

Defense Association, abbreviated

It can also be understood as Dumbledore's army.

If the Ministry of Magic really wants to raise an army to deal with Dumbledore, then they join Dumbledore's army.

Harry's heart was beating straight, and Dumbledore's Army was like the Order of the Phoenix that his parents had joined.

...

The Star Society.

Malfoy had to train Quidditch and then do it, which made Neville a little embarrassed.

"You can't win me with one leg."

Daphne gave Malfoy a blank look, and the man was left with a hard mouth.

John poured Malfoy a glass of juice to help him recover.

Malfoy snorted and chirped as he finished drinking.

Now everyone in the Stars Club is working hard to become stronger, and they haven't stopped training even if they're on vacation.

Daphne's magic is getting more and more proficient, and Cedric's Transfiguration level 4 is not a problem.

Neville and Malfoy, as the twin stars of the Star Society's refining body, are now not a problem with their physique killing ordinary wizards in seconds.

Coupled with the equipment that John gave them, they could deal with the Aurors head-on.

The last time John handed over Don's gifts, he heard Oz and Professor McGonagall complain that the students were not even skilled at disarming spells in their fifth year.

Professor McGonagall was also embarrassed, their Defence Against the Dark Arts classes had always been terrible.

Lupin's teachings are good, but unfortunately they are all for magical creatures.

For those of the wizards, Lupin didn't teach much.

At the same time, Oz's classes also reflect many problems, and Hogwarts students are seriously lacking in certain aspects.

Saying that happy education is a compliment.

It's simply no education.

John put down the gift and left, he didn't alarm Oz.

Malfoy said in the Star Society, "I must humiliate Potter this time. ”

In the reopened Quidditch tournament, Slytherin's opponent was Gryffindor.

As the last champion, Malfoy can't wait to see Potter's stinky face after his defeat.

For this reason, Malfoy took out his precious fire bolt and carefully maintained and inspected it, he didn't want it to fly up and his fire bolt would be in trouble.

"Cedric, don't think that being the Lord will dictate me, you are no match for me on the Quidditch pitch."

As a trash talker, Malfoy hasn't forgotten the other Seeker in the Stars.

Cedric smiled helplessly, in this regard, he has not enough skills, after all, the equipment gap is there.

If he had a fire bolt, he might have replied with a few words.

John was smiling, looking forward to the scene.

...

Some people died, but not completely......