At the periphery of the crowd, Hermione quietly disappeared. Outside the castle, she quickly caught up with Professor Traulini, who was gulping down wine and staggering forward while crying.
"Professor Traulini, let's talk." Hermione stopped the pale-faced Traulini, gasping for breath. Although she had never liked this neurotic professor, who was almost a liar, she couldn't help but feel pity for her when she saw her in such a sorry state.
Traulini suspiciously looked at the student who once slammed the door out of her classroom. From the expression on her face, she didn't come to laugh at her. So, she came to see her off?
Hermione calmed down and handed a clean wet handkerchief to Professor Traulini, hinting her to wipe her face.
"Thank you, dear." Traulini's voice was still so vague. After wiping her face with the handkerchief, she felt much more refreshed.
"Professor Traulini, forgive me for being bold, but do you have any plans?" Hermione carefully looked at Traulini's face, afraid that Traulini would "prophesy" something bad again.
"I don't have any plans yet. Maybe I'll go back to the old house and live there for a while." Traulini pursed her lips, and tears began to roll in her eyes again.
Hermione felt that this was the most normal Traulini had ever given her in the past few years.
"Professor Traulini, would you like to host a program at Harris TV Station? They were just worried that there were too few programs. You know, I've taken up a position in Harris TV Station's parent company. If you want, I can arrange for you to go to the TV Station right away. " Hermione quickly said. She understood why Professor Milleva McGonagall, who was used to strictly analyzing things, was so sympathetic to Traulini, who usually hated the "imprecise" branch of teaching magic. Now, even Hermione was afraid that Traulini's tears would fall again.
"What can I do for them?" Traulini was so surprised that she forgot to wipe the tears on her face.
"I think you can host a daily divination program. I think it will be very popular among the Magi." Hermione saw the blank look on Professor Trelawney's face and was afraid that she would not believe her. "You know, ever since the rabbit raised by Lavender Blue died, she especially worships you and likes your divination classes. Such superstition... Oh, I mean, there are many witches who are obsessed with divination." At this moment, Hermione didn't care about what she had said about the death of Lavender's rabbit during her third-year divination class. Instead, she used it as an example to comfort Professor Trelawney.
Although Hermione's personal attributes and magic power had improved after she came into contact with some divination spells, she still didn't like this kind of knowledge that focused on "dispelling the fog and seeing the future". Instead, she preferred subjects like arithmetic and divination, which she could see and touch more clearly.
Speaking of TV, Traulini's eyes lit up. Since the Hogwarts had a TV set, the emotional TV series broadcast by Harris TV Station had become her favorite. She was especially accurate in predicting the feelings of men and women.
Noticing Traulini's expression, Hermione was relieved. "Professor Traulini, are you willing to join Harris TV Station?"
"Of course, dear. You can call me Sybil. Also, since the third year, I noticed that your "aura" has been growing. Don't give up on divination. "Traulini held Hermione's hand and nodded.
Looking at Professor Trelawney's departing figure, Hermione breathed a sigh of relief. She had finally completed Alan's instructions. Professor Trelawney not only went to the TV station to host a program, but she also had a camera in her office. This was to ensure that when the great granddaughter of the famous seer Cassandra Trelawney made a real prophecy, those prophecies wouldn't be wasted like before.
"Professor Lupin has also agreed to join the umbrella. As expected, Alan is very kind. He has arranged a way out for those who have been victims of the political struggle." Thinking of this, Hermione, who felt that she had done a good deed, became happier and more relaxed. She shook her fluffy hair and carefully made sure that there was no one around. Then, she mechanically imitated the way Luna hopped and walked in the Hogwarts campus, humming a little tune.
Hermione's good mood only lasted until the evening. Although she didn't pay attention to Ron, he was nagging in the common room of Gryffindor, complaining to the people around him about the unfairness and shady dealings. Many people left the common room because of his complaints.
After Harry tried to stop Ron a few times, he also let him complain.
Finally, Hermione couldn't take it anymore. She closed the book in her hand, crumpled the paper used to calculate the numbers of people, and threw it into the trash can. She coldly said to Ron and Harry, "Harris's training class has long been approved by the school, and last year, we were awarded the Merlin Medal by the Ministry of Magic. Umrich won't do anything to us."
"Your training class was set up by the son of the Ministry of Magic's deputy minister. Many of the Ministry of Magic's children are also in it. Of course, Umrich won't dare to provoke you. What's so great about that?" Ron said angrily.
Hermione raised an eyebrow. "Weasley, when the class was first set up, you were the one who stopped Harry from joining."
Ron opened his mouth, his face red, but he couldn't refute. He could only sit by the side and sulk.
Harry looked around to make sure that no other students were near them. He hesitated for a while before telling them what Sirius had told him privately through the flames of the furnace. "Sirius told me that it was Fudge who didn't want us to receive combat training. Fudge thinks that Dumbledore is secretly learning from Allen to build an army, and then use it to fight against Fudge, just like what Allen's family did in the Ministry of Magic. The Order of the Phoenix isn't in a good situation. Fudge is blocking the news from them. "
"Fudge is also blocking the news. Recently, the frequent disappearances have almost never been reported." Hermione was a little worried when she thought of how Fudge had asked the television station to minimize the reports of the disappearances.
Harry stood by the window of the lounge and looked at the scenery outside, depressed. "Lord Voldemort has already started to move. He's outside, isn't he? But I can't practice spells to protect ourselves. Hermione, you really can't train us? Many people in Gryffindor can't even use the weapons to get rid of you. "
Hermione felt a little guilty. "I'm sorry, Harry. The training class really can't recruit new members. I can't take the risk. But I think you can practice with Jenny and Weasley in private. Just two or three people. I think you can use the invisibility cloak to ask Hagrid for help and have him keep watch while you practice."
Ron, who had been silent all this time, stood up, his eyes shining. "Harry, maybe we can set up our own training class. I mean, you had special training in the Goblet of Fire last year. Your grades in the Defense Against Black Magic class were very good, and you're also very good at using spells. You could already use the Guardian Charm when Professor Lupin was teaching everyone how to use it. He's been asking you to demonstrate it in class for him."
"You're crazy. Who would ask me to teach? They still think I'm a crazy liar who lied about the return of Lord Voldemort in order to get attention! Do you still remember Seamus's reaction when school started? " Harry quickly shook his head. "And I don't know the spells taught in the training class that aren't taught in school."
"I think their first task now is to learn how to get rid of your weapons. That's already very good, isn't it, buddy? Be optimistic. You're not worse than that old witch. They'll be willing to join, especially when the high and mighty Harris class isn't willing to accept people. Think about it, this is our own class. You're the president, and I'm the vice president. " Ron stood up excitedly. He had long envied Hermione Granger for being able to manage so many people. He also wanted to get attention like this.
After a moment of silence, Ron noticed that the others in the common room were looking at him after being reminded by Harry. He sat down awkwardly.
"But how are you going to organize this group? Professor Fleevy provided the Spells classroom for the Harris class as a venue. I don't think any professor will risk providing a venue for you under the current circumstances. If there are too many people, don't count on Hagrid. You'll get him kicked out of the Hogwarts. "Hermione's calm words poured a bucket of cold water on the hot-headed guy.
Ron was speechless.
"How about the Shrieking Shack?" Harry's eyes lit up. He thought of the place where Professor Lupin transformed. It was very hidden.
"Very few people go to that place." Ron retched. He didn't dare to look into Harry and Hermione's eyes. He was afraid that they would also recall the unforgettable memory of his third grade.
However, Hermione snorted. Harry looked at her. "There were only four people in Sirius' group at the Shrieking Shack," Hermione said. "And they can all turn into Animagus. And I think if they want, as I just suggested, they can squeeze into an Invisibility Cloak. But how many people do you want to organize? And you can't turn into Animagus, so what you need is not an Invisibility Cloak, but an Invisibility Tent... "
"Forget it then." Harry said, looking a little discouraged. "Let us practice on our own. Anyway, I don't think I can gather many people. Let's just leave them be."
Hermione was worried that they would be punished by Umrich for recklessly organizing a training class. But when she thought of the missing persons cases and the poor spell casting skills of Gryffindor, she hesitated and unconsciously softened her voice. "I know a place that may be more suitable for your situation."
"Where?" Harry and Ron asked in unison.
"The Room of All Requests. I can take you there first." Hermione left as soon as she said that. She tidied up the books on the table and stood up.
Hermione took the two to the eighth floor of the castle, opposite the tapestry of Barnabas being beaten silly by a giant monster. Hermione asked Harry and Ron to wait for a while while she walked between the tapestry and the human-sized vase three times to make the entrance appear automatically. Then, she told the two how to enter.
After Hermione entered, she realized that she did not focus on finding a room to train spells. Instead, she habitually entered the room where Allen studied Animagus. The room was almost the same as it was at that time, except for the books. The parchment that recorded the knowledge had been taken back, but the stationery and the long table were still there. There were some claw marks on the table, and there was an indescribable strange smell in the air.
"Why is it so messy?" Harry asked in surprise as he looked at the decorations scattered on the floor.
Hermione pursed her lips. "When I first entered, I did not focus on the training room. The next time you come here, you won't enter this room. The training facilities you need will appear in front of you. As long as you need something, it will appear in the Room of All Requests. "
"Hey, Granger, come and take a look. I don't know which girl Allen has established a relationship with. Their names are engraved on the wall together." Ron suddenly pointed to a wall and shouted at Hermione.
Hearing that, Hermione's eyes fixed on the place where Ron was pointing. She walked forward and pushed Harry, who was blocking the wall, away. She saw the words on the wall — the acronym "R. R." written upside down was engraved next to Allen Harris' name.
Hermione's finger ran across the two names. Looking at the traces, the acronym was obviously engraved later. Hermione shrugged and explained helplessly, "It's just another girl who has a crush on Allen. She was lucky enough to find the Room of All Requests. Even though they know that Allen is not in school, there are still many people who secretly stuff love letters into his dorm. Howard complained several times that he found girls sneaking into the dorm in the middle of the night. But it doesn't matter. Allen won't read those boring letters anyway. "
Ron was a little jealous of Allen's popularity with girls. He decided not to continue humiliating himself on this topic. "Hmph, Harry, don't look. What should we name our training class? Porter's Training Class doesn't sound impressive at all. "
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