"Defense Association?"
Autumn said. "D.A. for short. No one knows what we're talking about."
"Hey, D.A. is good," Jenny said.
"It also means' Dumbledore's Army. 'That's what the Ministry of Magic is most afraid of, right?"
There was a murmur of approval and laughter.
"Do you all agree with D.A.?"
Hermione asked like a host, kneeling down to count the heads. "Most of them — the motion passed."
She pinned the slips of paper with all the names on them to the wall and wrote at the top: "Dumbledore's Army."
"Very good," Harry said when she sat down. "Shall we start practicing?
I think the first thing we're going to practice is the Disarm Spell. As you all know, it's the Disarm Spell.
I know it's pretty basic, but I think it's really useful — "
"Oh, come on."
Zacharias Harding crossed his arms and stared. "I don't think the Disarm Spell works on Mysteries, does it?"
Although he knew that he should not speak at this time, because he came with a mission, and he was here to record, he had to maintain his character setting at the same time. This way, his classmates would not suspect him when he was working. Otherwise, although his original purpose would not be exposed, it would not be good if he was misunderstood as a traitor. This opportunity was very valuable, and it was not easy for him to get it.
"I used it on him," Harry said calmly.
Harry said calmly. "It saved my life in June."
Harding opened his mouth, and the room was silent. Although he was here to record, he was still surprised to hear this news.
"But if you don't want to practice it, you can leave."
Harding didn't move.
No one moved.
"Well," Harry said, his mouth a little dry with so many eyes on him. "I think we should practice in pairs."
Everyone immediately stood up and formed pairs. It could be imagined that Neville was alone.
"You can practice with me," Harry said to him. "Okay — listen to me count to three — one, two, three."
The room was suddenly filled with the sound of Disarm Spell. Wands flew everywhere. Spells hit books on the shelves, and books flew into the air.
Harry was quick, and Neville's wand spun out, hitting the ceiling with a shower of sparks. It clattered to the top of the bookshelf, and Harry retrieved it with a Flying Charm.
He looked around and felt that it was right to start with the basics. Many of the spells were thrown out of order, and many of them could not disarm their opponents' weapons at all. All they did was force them to jump back a few steps or flinch, and the feeble spells whistled over their heads.
"Remove your weapon!"
Neville shouted. Harry was caught off guard and his wand flew out of his hand.
"Success!"
Said Neville joyfully. "Never before--I've done it!"
"Not bad!"
Harry said encouragingly, deciding not to point out that in a real fight it was impossible for an opponent to look the other way. The wand was held loosely to one side.
"Neville, can you take turns practicing with Ron and Hermione for a while? I'll just walk around and see how everyone is doing."
Harry walked to the center of the room. Zacharias was acting strangely. Every time he opened his mouth to disarm Anthony Goldstein, his wand flew out, and Anthony did not seem to make a sound.
But Harry soon solved the mystery. Fred and George were not far from Smith, and they took turns pointing their wands at his back.
"Sorry, Harry," said George, seeing Harry's eyes. "Can't help it."
Harry walked around, trying to correct the wrong people.
Ginny and Michael were in a group. She was doing well. Michael was not doing badly, but he would not say the spell to her.
Ernie MacMillan waved his wand unnecessarily, giving the other side a chance.
The Creevy brothers were enthusiastic, but their technique was not steady. Most of the books flying off the shelves nearby were their work.
Luna was also capricious. Sometimes she could make Justin's wand spin out, and other times she just made his hair stand on end.
"OK, stop!"
Shouted Harry. "Stop! Stop! "
He grabbed a whistle from the bookshelf and blew hard. Everyone lowered their wands.
"Good work," said Harry. "But there's still work to be done."
"Let's do it again."
He began to walk around the room again, stopping now and then to give advice. Gradually their technique improved. At first he avoided approaching Autumn and her friends, but after two rounds he felt he could not ignore them any longer.
As he approached, Autumn said in a panic, "Get rid of your clothes! No, get rid of your firearms! No — oh, I'm sorry, Marietta! "
Her blonde friend's sleeve caught fire. Marietta put it out with her own wand and stared at Harry as if it were his fault.
"You made me nervous. I was doing all right!" said Autumn ruefully.
"Very good," said Harry.
Seeing her raise her eyebrows, he corrected himself. "Oh, no, it was bad. But I knew you could do it. I saw it over there …"
Rachel laughed, and Marietta, looking sourly at them both, turned and walked away.
"Don't mind her," whispered Autumn. "She didn't want to come. I dragged her along. Her parents won't let her do anything to offend Umbridge. You know — her mother works in the Ministry. "
"What about your parents?"
"They won't let me go against Umbridge either," said Autumn, drawing herself up proudly. "But if they think I'm going to stand up to the Mysteries after what happened with Cedric —"
She didn't continue. She seemed to be a little confused. The two of them fell into an awkward silence. Terribut's wand whistled past Harry's ear and struck Alia Spinnett hard on the nose.
"My father is very much in favour of the Ministry of Anti-Magic!"
Said Luna proudly behind Harry. She had obviously overheard the conversation. Justin was struggling to free himself from the robe around his head.
"He always says he believes Fudge is capable of anything. For instance, Fudge has assassinated a lot of fairies! And of course he uses the Ministry of Anti-Magic to develop terrible poisons to secretly poison people who disagree with him. And his Agubashjitte — "
"Don't ask."
Seeing Autumn open her mouth in confusion, Harry said.
"Hey, Harry," shouted Hermione from across the room. "Have you checked the time?"
He looked down at his watch and was startled. It was ten past nine. They had to get back to the common room at once, or they might be caught by Filch and punished severely. As soon as he whistled, everyone stopped yelling "Get rid of your weapon!" and the last few wands fell to the floor with a clatter.
"Very good," said Harry. "But we're over time. Let's call it a day. Same time next week, same place? "
"Earlier is better!" said Dean Thomas eagerly. Many people nodded in agreement.
But Angelina quickly said, "The Quidditch season is about to start. The team has to train too!"
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