???? In the Harris Tower, Allen, whom Hermione was constantly thinking about, was stirring a crucible seriously, as if the most important thing in the world was to brew the potion in front of him.
His brother Albert and Hibiscus Chinensis were already engaged, and it was time to settle the matter of arranging for Hibiscus Chinensis to enter the Harris Tower. Unfortunately, it was difficult to collect the raw materials for making the potion, so apart from providing them to new members like Hibiscus Chinensis, he could only reserve them for the next generation of Harris. But at the same time, he could also brew some attribute potions for the members of the Umbrella Team, fulfilling his promise to help them improve their strength. After all, the ingredients for the attribute potion were relatively rare, and he still had a lot left.
When a row of attribute potions was neatly arranged on the table, Allen stretched his body and moved his sore arms because of the incessant stirring of the crucible. After all, brewing potions was not an easy task. In order to ensure the potion's efficacy, the amount of ingredients had to be very precise, and the handling of the ingredients had to be correct. In addition, it had to go through a long period of brewing, and during the brewing process, the corresponding ingredients had to be added at the right time. The slightest negligence could cause all the previous efforts to be wasted, which was really taxing. Fortunately, he did not have to prepare the Elixir of Fortune, or else Allen would be busy for half a year instead of half a day.
After a short rest, Allen sent Benny to send a beautifully made invitation letter to Hibiscus Chinensis, solemnly inviting her to attend the Family Harris' party. Allen also told the other members about the party. Obviously, his mother was more concerned about this party to welcome Hibiscus Chinensis than Allen after hearing the news. Allen simply entrusted everything to her, letting her decorate the first floor of the tower as he was happy to relax.
Allen set the time of the party on the weekend, so that it would be convenient for the others to take time out to attend the party.
After arranging everything, Allen turned into a phoenix and teleported back to Demstrand.
In the Hogwarts, the young wizards stepped through the thick snow and through the vegetable field to attend their herbal class, their robes fluttering in the wind. The wind whistled and hit the roof of the greenhouse, and it was almost impossible to hear what Professor Sprout was saying. The afternoon class of the Guardian Strange Animals was moved from the outdoors to an empty classroom on the first floor. But no matter what class it was, Harry and Ron were absent-minded during the class. Their minds were full of the first gathering at eight o 'clock in the evening.
During dinner, Harry wolfed down his sausage and mashed potatoes. When he raised his head to drink of pumpkin juice, he found Angelina from the Gryffindor Quidditch was looking at him.
"What's wrong?" he asked vaguely.
"You look very," Angelina ina was was surprised.
"I just want to finish my meal quickly and go decorate the place where we're going to train. Eight o 'clock tonight, on the eighth floor, opposite the tapestry of Barnabas. I'll be waiting for you there, "Harry said vaguely.
"Okay, Katie and Arya also want to join. I'll go with them." Angelina winked at Harry, picked up her books, and left the long table.
Harry and Ron arrived at the eighth floor early. According to Hermione's method, Harry clenched his fists and murmured, "We need a place to learn how to fight … Give us a place to practice … Without being discovered …"
"Harry," Ron suddenly said when they turned around for the third time.
A very smooth door appeared on the wall. Harry grabbed the bronze handle, pulled the door open, and led the way into a spacious room. The Room of Everything was completely different from when Hermione brought them here. There were torches inside, just like an underground classroom. There was a row of wooden bookshelves by the wall. There were no chairs on the floor, but there was a large satin cushion. On the other side of the room, there were various instruments such as scopes, detectors, and a cracked Great Demon-Revealing Mirror. In the middle of the room, there were several wooden dummies with masks carved on their faces. They also held a wand in their hands. Harry felt that the masks on their faces were a bit similar to the masks of the Death Eaters he saw in the last match of the Goblet of Fire.
"They'll be satisfied, won't they? This is much better than the Charms classroom in the Harris training class. "Ron walked to a row of wooden bookshelves by the wall.
"Look at these books! 'Common Spells and Dispelling Spells' … 'Outsmarting Black Magic' … 'Self-Defense Spells' … Wow … "Ron stretched out a finger and traced the spines of the thick, sheepskin books." It's Granger's loss that she's unwilling to join our new club. If she sees these books, she'll definitely regret her choice. "
There was a soft knock on the door. Harry turned around and saw that Jenny and Neville had arrived. After greeting each other, Jenny found a copy of The Ominous of the Ominous Man and waited quietly on the cushion. Harry and Neville chatted casually, and Ron couldn't help but look at the clock on the wall. At eight o 'clock, every cushion was occupied. Harry walked to the door and turned the key in the lock with a satisfying click. Everybody quieted down and looked at him.
Harry arranged the members to fight in groups according to the plan he had repeatedly speculated in his mind. He had them start practicing the basic spell of "Remove Your Weapon".
Harry began to patrol the room, stopping from time to time to give advice. This spell was Harry's own best spell at the moment. He hoped to show his strength in the first training session and give the members confidence.
Everyone's skills improved as Harry expected, even if it was only the first training session. "Very good," Harry said, "but we're about to go past curfew. Let's call it a day. Same time, same place, the day after tomorrow? "
"Earlier is better!" Dean Thomas said eagerly. Many people nodded in agreement. In particular, several young wizards who had tasted the sweetness of the training couldn't wait to start the second training session.
Due to the large number of participants, they decided to leave in groups to avoid attracting attention. Harry and a few other backbones stayed in the room to continue the discussion.
"The problem now is, I think we should have an official name," Harry said clearly. "It can promote unity and strengthen the spirit of the team, right?"
????? "'Anti- Umrich Alliance'? That old witch banned you, Harry, "Angelina asked expectantly.
????? "Or 'The Ministry of Magic is the Team of Idiots'? Fred and George said in unison.
"I think," Harry scratched his head and looked at Fred, "it's best not to let people know what we do with this name, so we can safely mention it outside."
After Cedric graduated, he seemed a little lonely. Only Rachel Zhang raised her hand a little shyly and said softly, "How about the Defense Association?"
????? "Isn't Fudge afraid of Dumbledore's army? How about we call ourselves the Dumbledore Youth Army? Although it's a little masculine, I'll use the Muggle song — the YMCA song. It'll be more hidden. People might even think we're talking about a new Muggle song, "Ron said excitedly. He felt that the name he thought of was particularly appropriate.
"Good idea! That's settled. We'll call ourselves the Dumbledore Youth Army. Recently, Ron has been particularly fond of the Muggle song called YMCA on TV. It has a bright rhythm and can boost morale. We can even use it as our team song without changing the lyrics too much. " Harry had recently been brainwashed by Ron, who hummed every day, and felt that it was a good idea. He immediately decided on the name of the organization and released the news through the organization's communication gold coins that Hermione had given them.
"But Harry, Granger is really rich. He gave us a hundred modified gold coins as communication devices in one go. We only have a little over twenty members." Ron recalled how Hermione didn't even blink when she gave them a bag of gold coins. His expression was different from the excitement just now and was a little dispirited.
In the end, when it was eight o 'clock the day after tomorrow, Harry and Ron couldn't believe their eyes. Unlike the first gathering, where every seat was occupied, there were still many empty seats. Moreover, the people who came were basically not from Muggle.
Even so, the puzzled Harry still followed his previous plan and arranged the members to fight in groups and continue to practice "Get Rid of Your Weapon." The effect of the gathering was very significant. After all, the Black Magic Defense class in Hogwarts was unreliable most of the time, and there was also a lack of actual combat training, not to mention a duel class like Demstrand.
After the meeting, the puzzled Harry and Ron returned to the Gryffindor common room. They wanted to ask the members who didn't come to the gathering why they were absent, but they found that because it was already late, many people had already returned to their dormitories. A few wizards with Muggle backgrounds who were still in the common room saw them come in and stood up to leave the common room and returned to their rooms without waiting for them to ask.
Harry and Ron wanted to ask Hermione for advice, but they found Hermione arguing with Romida Vanni in the corner of the common room.
"I don't need you to care about my cat, Romida! I know how to take care of it. " Hermione was obviously very angry. She shouted at the black-haired Romida. After being shouted at, Romida's chin protruded even more because of her anger. She didn't say anything and turned back to her room.
Harry and Ron looked at each other. They wanted to stay away from Hermione in her current state, but they had to carefully approach her. "Hermione, what's wrong with you and Romida?"
Hermione complained to them like a machine gun. "I know that for a cat, it's heavier than normal recently, but it's part of the cat's blood, and it's orange! Every time they see this situation, no one will blame the cat. You know what I mean, no one will go to your dormitory and see your cat and say, 'What happened to you? Little thing, did you eat too much again? ' They'll look at me and ask, 'What did you do to it?' It's really unfair! "
Although Harry and Ron still didn't understand the situation, they knew that at this time, they could only nod in agreement.
"Right? It's really unfair because I've tried. I've used a magic wand to make light spots for it, and I've also used a cat stick. I've been running around the dormitory and saying, 'Come on, Crookshan, let's exercise!' But it just doesn't like to play!" Hermione paused. She thought of the time when she had just become a Magic Animagus. She hadn't completely resisted the nature of a manticore with a human head. When she saw the light spots, she almost couldn't help but pounce on them. Hermione coughed dryly and changed her complaint. "I even mail-ordered the diet cat food from the Magical Zoo pet shop in Diagon Alley. They're producing a new product, and the rule is that it can only eat one can per day. But it's dieting! I swear I've tried my best. Then at two o 'clock in the morning, Crookshan would climb onto my bed and stand on my head. His entire thirty-pound body would press down on my head, and then he would get close to my ear and scream! What can I do? I could only say to it, 'You're right, the weight-loss plan is over. I didn't know how you felt at all. I apologize.' Then I immediately got up and fed it. Other than my studies, I still have training classes and the Umbrella Corporation to manage. I need to sleep. "
"Uh … You've done a great job." Harry tried to comfort Hermione, but he unconsciously used the pretentious tone that Ron used when he said goodbye to Hibiscus Chinensis at the end of last semester.
"Right? I'm in Hogsmeade now. Whenever I see a wizard's parents with a chubby kid, I'll nod at them and use my eyes to tell them, 'I understand you. Does he also stand on your head and shout at your ears at night?' I understand. Give him whatever he wants. We still have to sleep. '" Hermione felt a lot better after complaining. She did not have many friends in Gryffindor whom she could really talk to. After she calmed down, she looked at Harry who was still a little shocked. "Tell me, what's the problem that you can't solve? But I have to tell you in advance that I won't let you copy my homework anymore. You have to do it yourself to learn. "
Finally, Harry had a chance to tell Hermione about the strange phenomenon in his training class. Hermione was also puzzled. According to their original estimation, Harry should be more popular in the eyes of the Muggle students, but the result was the opposite.
"What if I'm not popular?" Harry asked dejectedly as he sat beside Hermione.
"What?" Hermione turned to look at Harry. She could not believe her ears. "What did you say? What's the name of your training class?"
"Ah. It's an abbreviation for Dumbledore Youth Army. "Harry did not understand why Hermione looked so agitated.
"Oh, yeah. You really don't know?" As Hermione spoke, she giggled in a way that was very unlike Hermione. Then, when she thought of Harry's experience at his aunt's house, she felt a bit of sympathy and forced herself to stifle her laughter. "You know, other than the meaning of youth, the direct meaning can actually be understood as' young man '. The lyrics of the song that Weasley likes are —' Staying in YMCA is endless fun... Here's everything a young man needs... You can go with other young men. ' In fact, in the Muggle world, this song is often used as a song by pro-gay organizations. There's a saying that it's the national anthem of the gay nation. You should watch the music video of this song during the holidays. The wizard TV changed it to their own image to avoid trouble. "
Harry spat out the water in his mouth from his nostrils. He choked and coughed uncontrollably. Ron's face instantly turned pale, and then immediately flushed red.
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