I wield a sword at Hogwarts

The appearance of the Star Apprentice just avoided these troubles, and it was even said that these things made Old Batty enjoy them.

The more Voldemort is weakened, the better for the Ministry.

Don't think that old Barty is very kind. He just let go of the restriction of using the Unforgivable Curse on the Death Eaters, and that's how he became what he is now.

When the Aurors returned, it was as if nothing had happened here.

Only Voldemort, who would rage in Malfoy Manor.

Even before the surface surfaced, the situation was already fraught with tension.

At the same time, Sanxiao, who founded a special Defense Against the Dark Arts training class, ran into trouble.

They needed a place where they could practice magic, and at the same time, the place had to be hidden so that Umbridge wouldn't find them.

This condition alone made Sanxiao want to break his head.

There are many empty rooms in Hogwarts, but none of them meet the requirements.

The place Umbridge promised not to go to was impossible unless they had a place like the Society of Stars.

Thinking of this, Harry was very distressed.

As one of the initiators, he also needs someone as a leader.

The heavy responsibility for this matter fell squarely on him.

There are also Quidditch training and O.W.L. learning tasks, each of which is pressing on him.

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Chapter 301 Dumbledore’s Army and the Star Society

Harry had a dream.

He walked down a windowless corridor, his footsteps echoing in the silence.

The door at the end of the corridor was getting closer, and his heart beat faster.

If only I could push it away... and walk in...

He reached out his hand...and his fingers were inches away from it.

"Harry Potter, sir!"

Harry woke up with a start.

The candles in the common room were out, and something was moving nearby.

The fire was almost gone and the room was dark.

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

"Dobby brought your owl, sir!"

High-pitched voice, short body.

It's Dobby.

The free house elf came to work at Hogwarts.

Hedwig.

Hedwig was injured the last time she brought a reply, so Harry had to leave Hedwig in the care of Professor Grapeland.

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

Harry looked at Dobby in surprise. Dobby now had so many hats on his head that his ears were pushed down, as if he was two or three feet taller.

The hats were of a style, Harry remembered, that Hermione had knitted herself.

Unexpectedly, Dobby picked them all up.

"Dobby volunteered to return Harry Potter's owl!" said Dobby shrilly, his enthusiasm for Harry as strong as ever. "Professor Grubbly-Plank says it's healed."

He bowed deeply, the tip of his nose brushing against the threadbare carpet, and Hedwig, on top of him, flew to the arm of Harry's chair with a disgruntled yelp.

Harry touched Hedwig's head and thanked Dobby.

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

Looking at the scarf and socks on Dobby, Harry hesitated and said, "Did you take all the clothes Hermione put here?"

"Oh, no, sir," said Dobby cheerfully. "Dobby even gave some to Winky."

Speaking of the alcoholic house elf, Harry asked curiously: "How is Winky?"

"Winky is still a drunk, sir," Dobby said sadly, referring to the house-elf's current attitude toward Gryffindor.

"They all stopped cleaning Gryffindor Tower. Hats and socks were hidden everywhere. They thought it was insulting."

Dobby did all the cleaning work in Gryffindor Tower during this period, and he also took away all the things Hermione left behind.

"Dobby always wanted to meet Harry Potter, and tonight he got his wish." Dobby bowed deeply, looked at Harry timidly and asked, "Dobby heard him talking in his sleep, Harry ·Is Potter having a nightmare?"

Harry recalled the scene he had just dreamed about, rubbed his eyes, yawned and said, "It's okay, I've done scarier things."

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 that his problem was difficult, and he hadn't figured out the dream yet.

When he picked up the Potions textbook that fell on the floor, he thought of something and asked: "There is something you can help me with, Dobby."

Dobby beamed and said in an excited voice, "Say, Harry Potter, sir!"

"I need a place where twenty-seven people can practice Defense Against the Dark Arts without being discovered by the teachers." Harry nervously clutched the textbook: "Especially Professor Umbridge."

He originally thought that this matter would embarrass Dobby, but the fact was that Dobby jumped up excitedly.

"Dobby knows a wonderful place," Dobby was very happy that he could help Harry Potter.

"Other elves have mentioned it, and we call it the 'Come and Go Room,' or the 'Room of Requirements.'"

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

He suddenly recalled that Dumbledore had mentioned this place during the banquet last year.

At that time, Dumbledore wanted to go to the toilet and found a place with many different kinds of chamber pots.

Harry was pleasantly surprised and learned the location from Dobby. He found Hermione and Ron the next day and told them.

They notified the other students who were signing autographs at the Hog's Head Bar to meet on the eighth floor at eight o'clock, opposite the tapestry where the troll beat Barnabas the fool.

The three little ones arrived on the eighth floor at half past seven. In order to prevent being discovered, Harry also brought the Marauder's Map.

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

Walking back and forth here three times, Hermione muttered something under her breath.

“We need a place to learn to fight.”

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

Room of Requirement.

Ron was wary and Harry opened the door.

The first thing you see is a bookshelf filled with various books on Defense Against the Dark Arts.

There is also a mirror that was once used by the fake Moody.

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

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

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

She recalled that John seemed to enjoy holding the book.

"The Tales of Beedle the Poet"

Eight o'clock came and students began to arrive.

They were all amazed that this room existed in Hogwarts.

Fred and George frowned. The last time they came here, this was a place where brooms were kept.

Hermione proposed choosing a leader, and Harry was elected without surprise.

They came up with some names.

Defense Association, or D.A.

It can also be understood as Dumbledore's Army.

If the Ministry of Magic really wanted to raise an army to fight Dumbledore, then they would join Dumbledore's Army.

Harry's heart skipped a beat, Dumbledore's Army was like the Order of the Phoenix that his parents had joined.

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Star Club.

Malfoy had to practice after Quidditch practice, which made Neville feel a little embarrassed to abuse him.

"You can't beat me even if I give you a leg."

Daphne rolled her eyes at the shouting Malfoy. The only thing in this man's body was his hard mouth.

John poured Malfoy a glass of juice to help him regain his strength.

Malfoy grunted as he finished his drink.

Everyone in Qunxing Club is working hard to become stronger now, and they never stop training even during the holidays.

Daphne is becoming more and more proficient in magic, and Cedric's level 4 Transfiguration is no problem.

Neville and Malfoy, as the body-refining stars of the Society of Stars, have no problem killing ordinary wizards with their current physiques.

Coupled with the equipment John equipped them with, they can deal with Aurors head-on.

The last time John handed Tang Mi a gift, he heard Oz and Professor McGonagall complain that these students in fifth grade were not even proficient in disarming spells.

Professor McGonagall was also embarrassed, their Defense Against the Dark Arts classes were always terrible.

Lupine's teachings are good, but unfortunately they are all aimed at magical creatures.

Lupine didn't teach much about wizards.

At the same time, Oz's classroom also reflects many problems, and Hogwarts students are seriously deficient in certain aspects.

To say happy education is a compliment.

There is simply no education.

John put down the gift and left without disturbing Oz.

Malfoy was gearing up in the Star Club and said, "I will definitely humiliate Potter this time."

In the re-opened Quidditch match, Slytherin's opponent was Gryffindor.

As the last championship team, Malfoy couldn't wait to see Potter's face after defeat.

For this reason, Malfoy took out his precious Firebolt and carefully maintained and inspected it. He did not want to have any problems with his Firebolt when it flew.

"Cedric, don't think that you can dictate to me just because you become the president. You are no match for me on the Quidditch pitch."

As a trash talker, Malfoy did not forget the other Seeker in the Star Club.

Cedric smiled helplessly. In this regard, even his skills were not enough. After all, the equipment gap was there.

If he had a firebolt, he might even reply a few words forcefully.

John was smiling, looking forward to that scene.

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Chapter 302 Black Lake and Big Octopus

Malfoy is very busy now, and Slytherin has changed his old ways since his third year.