Chapter 378

"Oh! The butter beer here looks dirty. I didn't expect it to taste really good!"

"Yes, yes! Although the bottle is really dirty..."

"It doesn't matter if the bottle is dirty. This cup can't be clean... But it tastes great!"

In the pig's head bar, the little wizards gathered together and evaluated the butter beer here with interest. Whenever a "dirty" sounded, an angry line of sight would come from behind the bar, but everyone didn't care there.

Because right among them, Hermione had waved to them to stop talking and signaled that she was going to start talking.

"Remember? I said more or less when I invited you, but today I have to say it completely in front of everyone -"

Hermione looked very serious, which made everyone quiet.

"Well..." she said seriously, "first of all, I think everyone knows that Hogwarts is not safe at present..."

"That's what my mother said. She wrote to me!" the Yellow haired boy behind Ginny scrambled, "my mother is even considering whether to let me transfer..."

"Who are you?" Ron asked impolitely.

"Zacharis Smith." the boy glanced at Ron and said casually.

"Didn't your mother write to tell you it was impolite to interrupt?" Ron's face showed dissatisfaction.

"Hum! Didn't you also interrupt me? Where are you polite?" zakaris hummed coldly, staring at Ron.

"All right!" Hermione waved her hand and stopped. "Note, what I want to say is - Hogwarts is not safe, but it's the same outside Hogwarts!"

"Some of you must have heard about the riots in Britain and even the whole European magic world. A series of cases are happening frequently, such as werewolves, vampires, crazy wizards, etc. maybe Hogwarts is safer than outside..."

"I think the reason why Hogwarts is more stable than outside is inseparable from the protection of our professors!"

"Especially..." Hermione paused and said sadly, "especially principal Dumbledore - as Maka said, his death must be for us and the whole Hogwarts!"

"But look at ourselves?" she spread out her arms and showed regret. "We are really just students, but can we really only wait for the professor and Maka to protect us?"

"... not to mention the school, at least we don't want to be a burden!" Ernie said, turning to the little wizards around him, "isn't it? Isn't it?"

"Yes!" "well." "if possible!"

Most of the students who were invited by Hermione this time were those who heard that she wanted to further study the defense against the dark arts.

Under the threat of Voldemort's repeated attacks, everyone wants to obtain the power to protect themselves.

Ernie said that many people responded more or less.

"Yes, that's it!" Hermione nodded. "However, if you want to make yourself stronger, it must be impossible to rely on the pile of garbage taught by Umbridge! What we have to learn should be real skills!"

"... to be honest, who would call those ghosts' defense against the dark arts'?" she concluded righteously.

"Yes, well said -" Anthony Goldstein of Ravenclaw whispered in support.

Speaking of it, when Maka first got on the Hogwarts Express train in her freshman year, she was in a carriage with this rather introverted black haired boy.

It can be seen that he seems a little more cheerful than before... Yes, it's really a little bit!

"So I think..." encouraged Hermione was more firm. She said decisively, "I think why don't we find a way to solve this problem ourselves?"

At this point, she paused a little, leaving some room for everyone to think, and then continued: "so, the three of us found a more suitable professor of defense against the dark arts for everyone, not the pink Umbridge."

"Oh!" Ginny cried out as she reacted.

"Is it Marca?" Ernie said in surprise. "It's great. I've always wanted to find a chance for him to teach me something! But I can't find anyone else..."

"Yes, it's Marca." Hermione nodded proudly. "I don't think there's a better teacher than him, is there?"

"McClain is really great, but can we learn it?" zakaris said again. "I have listened to his ancient magic writing class several times. I don't recite it all the time, that is to say, 'understand the meaning of magic writing'..."

"... up to now, no student can make feathers float with the help of ancient magic words like him! But in the magic spell class, Professor flavy taught us to use the floating spell in the first class."

"Because it's ancient magic literature, not magic incantation, nor dark magic defense -" Luna said in a trance. "The magic literature taught by Professor babling in the past can only be used to translate ancient literature!"

"Er..." zakaris was made speechless by Luna's light words. He held it for a while before he was unwilling to say, "maybe so... But who knows if he will teach defense against the dark arts? You know, if he can use it, he may not be able to teach it!"

"That's enough!" said Harry uncontrollably. "If you don't want to learn, you can leave now! No one here makes you learn -"

However, zacharis just skimmed his mouth. Although he still stuck to his opinion with his neck, he didn't mean to leave his seat at all.

"So," Hermione glanced at him and then said, "so... As I just said, if you want to learn the really effective defense against the dark arts from Marca, we have to plan specific things - for example, how often to touch your head, where to train, etc."

"And you have to hide it from Umbridge. You can't let her know," Harry added emphatically. "Everyone knows that her departure is only temporary and will come back sooner or later!"

"I really don't understand why the Ministry of magic stuffed such a useless thing into the school in such a dangerous period - ah, I mean, teacher."

Ginny said so and stuck out her tongue lovingly. But when Harry's eyes came towards her, she subconsciously didn't open her face.

"Well said, Ginny!" Ernie laughed loudly. "Let me see, the old witch has been trying her best to stop us from using any defense spell."

Hermione and the three of them looked at each other when they heard Ernie's words. They didn't know whether to reveal some information about the Ministry of magic.

In fact, the tug of war between the order of the Phoenix and the death eaters in the Ministry of magic is quite serious in nature.

The Ministry of magic can be said to be the heart and brain of a country's magic world. Once something big happens there that shakes the foundation, it's no joke!

In the whole British magic world, the order and development of all ordinary wizards are closely connected with the Ministry of magic, which is a big event that affects the whole body.

After all, Hermione shook her head slightly at Harry and Ron, motioning them not to say anything.

"I think the reason why the Ministry of magic arranged Umbridge to intervene in our defense against the dark arts course in Hogwarts is that 'someone' has produced some inexplicable and absurd ideas -"

Hermione said casually:

"Maybe some people think that Dumbledore will organize us students, build a secret army, and then encourage everyone to resist the whole Ministry of magic."

Almost everyone was stunned to hear her say so.

Only Luna tilted her head and said in a quiet way: "yes, Hermione makes a lot of sense... In fact, the Minister of magic Cornell fudge has his own secret army!"

"What?"

This time even Hermione and the three of them were stunned. This was a news that no one thought of.

"Did Marca tell her?" - Hermione had such an idea in her heart for the first time.

"Yes, he has a whole private army of 'heliopa,'" Luna said solemnly.

"Haley OPA? What's that?" Neville asked blankly.

"Fire spirit!" Luna explained excitedly, "a huge thing with flames all over it, running like a sea of fire, can burn everything on the road -"

Hermione, who was muttering, suddenly realized that it was wrong. She understood - Luna was talking about her gossip again.

"... but Luna, I haven't read any book," Hermione said with a sip. "They don't exist, do they?"

"There is!" Luna said definitely.

"But..." Hermione seemed unwilling, but she didn't want to really argue with Luna, "but they didn't --"

"Cough, cough, hum!" Ginny imitated Umbridge's fake cough realistically, interrupting their subtle argument.

Several students looked around in surprise, and then looked at Ginny and laughed.

"I said..." Ginny reminded with a smile, "shouldn't we decide how often to gather? We have to find a place to train or something. This place doesn't sound very easy to find!"

"Yes, you're right, Ginny!" Hermione hurried down the slope to avoid the confused confrontation with Luna. "What we should discuss is this - we have to decide the time and place!"