Training students, war. Victory?

The back and forth between you and me suddenly stopped, and both Harry and Ron quietly opened their mouths, looking horrified, as if they had been doused with a basin of ice water.

"Oh, of course!"

Looking at the two of them, Hermione was a little panicked, after all, what she meant was equivalent to accusing a professor of using a little wizard as a soldier to train the army, and the seriousness of this matter was dozens of times more serious than his suggestion that students could break the law at the right time and in a hidden environment!

"It's just my nonsense, you should not have heard!"

Hermione said with a glare.

As if it was completely impossible not to hear, Harry's eyes gradually narrowed, the cold in his blood just now turned into a burning heat, he still didn't fully understand what Hermione's guess was about the accusation, but his heart was pounding,

"You mean, Hermione--"

Harry leaned his head over and lowered his voice,

"Professor Blaine, like Professor Dumbledore, probably realized that Voldemort would come back sooner or later, so. So, he wants to train us to fight Voldemort and those Death Eaters! ”

"Don't name it here, Harry!"

Hermione shuddered, glaring at Harry in exasperation, and now, she kindly regretted telling him about this unsubstantiated speculation.

"It's impossible, isn't it?"

Ron laughed dryly, but from his stiff expression, he could tell the nervousness in his heart at the moment,

"Not even the Minister of Magic has the right to send a group of underage wizards to fight the Death Eaters and the Mysteries, I, we... What should be done is to study at Hogwarts, and dealing with dark wizards is the job of the striker of the Ministry of Magic! ”

Not--

Harry's body shrank back, I have to say, Ron's statement is still very reasonable, Professor Bryan really can't send them to battle, no one will support this idea, first of all, Professor Dumbledore will firmly oppose it.

But. Harry leaned back on the couch and bit his lip. Why did he feel a little disappointed?

"Don't think about it, Harry—"

Ron gasped a few times, his pale face making the scars on the tip of his nose even more obvious.

"Think about what we saw at the orphanage during the holidays, Professor Bryan was secretly taking care of a bunch of homeless Muggle kids, and he couldn't possibly put the little wizards of Hogwarts on the battlefield. To fight the mystery man and the Death Eaters, oh, not for me, it's all about death-"

Harry moved his nose and didn't speak, but his expression seemed a little unconvinced.

He knew that Voldemort's minions were a bunch of vicious men, and he was certainly no match alone, but Ron hadn't seen the power of their teamwork, and if he did, he should be less presumptuous.

"Oh, I almost forgot about the orphanage—"

Hermione let out a sudden exclamation, and then, under the confused gazes of Harry and Ron, she began to collect the books that had fallen on the couch, as if intending to leave.

"Oh-" Ron rolled his eyes, "at least one thing, can you make it clear?" ”

"That's—" Hermione raised an eyebrow,

"I've got some clothes, they're new, I just can't wear them, and I'm going to send them to that orphanage. Mom and Dad and I also wrote about the orphanage, and of course, I didn't mention Professor Bryan, just that it was where a friend of mine at school grew up.

I asked them to pack up their clothes and send them in the Muggle way. Mom and Dad agreed, and it seems that they are going to donate some money to the orphanage."

Harry and Ron looked at each other in surprise,

"But Professor Bryan won't allow it!"

Harry's green eyes flashed with emotion, and he thought Hermione had a great idea, but at the same time he had some scruples,

"Sirius and Remus had planned to do the same, but—"

Hermione seemed to anticipate his question, and she smiled happily, a hint of slyness in her smile

"Oh, Professor Bryan turned down Sirius and Remus because they were going to donate gold to a Muggle orphanage, which of course is not allowed, and my mom and dad are Muggles too, and they just donate through normal Muggle social channels, which makes sense, isn't it?"

Hermione laboriously picked up the stack of books and smiled,

"And I'm just donating some old clothes, it's not a big deal either, isn't it, I'm afraid the owl of the school can't handle such a big package, tomorrow is the day Hogsmeade is open, I can go through the post office in Hogsmeade, and it just so happens that I received a notification that there are some of my packages there--"

It wasn't until Hermione's trembling back disappeared into the stairs of the girls' dormitory that Harry and Ron withdrew their gaze and looked at each other.

Whoop -

The silence lasted for a while, and the two boys suddenly jumped up from the sofa at the same time, and rushed to their dormitory with a tacit understanding!

"I really don't understand why her brain is so useful!" Ron said indignantly, "I didn't expect it at all! ”

"Phew, you should have gotten used to it, Ron, she's Hermione—"

Harry, who was climbing the stairs, gasped, "Most of my old clothes are Dudley's, only some are at Hogwarts, but it's okay, I can go to Hogsmeade tomorrow to buy some new ones, and by the way, Duke Bee to buy some candy--"

"I'm afraid I don't have much money to buy candy for those kids, Harry-"

Ron lamented,

"But as for old clothes, I have a whole bunch of them, all left by Bill, Charlie, Percy, and Fred and George, and I'm going to write to my mom at home, and the only thing in the dorm is the sweater my mom knitted for me, oh, and that old dress, and I'm more than happy to donate it, if there's a second fool willing to wear it."

On the first weekend of school, the cold wind howling in the mountains and black waters finally stopped.

For the first time in nearly half a month, the pale golden sunlight broke through the cascading clouds and shone on the earth, and the light diffused by the wet snow layer made everything look a little pale.

Although there was no cold wind, the melting snow made the air even colder, but this did not dampen the enthusiasm of the young wizards, who waited at the big iron gate to verify the list of students who were eligible to leave the school.

Filch didn't have the guts to let the two vice-principals of the school, the two deans and the professor of the Defence Against the Dark Arts class line up with the little wizard, and when he saw these people, he immediately greeted them with a flattering smile on his face.

The melting snow made the road slippery, and by the time Amosta and the others stepped into the Hogsmeade village, Professor Flitwick's entire pants were almost soaked, and Professor Sprout, who had been supporting him all the way, was exhausted and panting.

"Merlin's beard—"

Professor Flitwick pulled out his wand and pointed at his mud-stained pants, and said sharply,

"Isn't there anyone in charge of this road?"

"That's what we're missing compared to Muggles--"

Amosta let go of Professor Moody's arm, and he walked on crutches on such a path that was even more difficult than Professor Flitwick,

"Decades is enough time for Muggles to build a magnificent city on a wasteland—"

Pushing away the three broomsticks of the bar, and sending away the bewitching barmaid who stared at him with eager eyes, Amosta said casually,

"But for centuries, no one has thought to improve the infrastructure that is so close to the life of wizards, and really, wizards are really looking for a change—"

There were already a number of young wizards in the Three Broomsticks Bar, and Amosta glanced over to see Harry, Hermione, and Ron sitting around a small round table by the window, and when they saw him, the three men immediately craned their necks, lowered their heads and pretended to study a package on the table.

What's going on?

Amosta raised an eyebrow, and a feeling of not being very good suddenly flashed in his heart.

However, he then put his doubts behind him, smiled, and withdrew his gaze.

It's impossible to expect these 'protagonists' not to cause trouble, and even if they don't cause trouble, they will be in trouble and take the initiative to find them.

Thinking so, Amosta followed Professor McGonagall into the box.

(End of chapter)