Vol 2 Chapter 528: Return to the House of Requirement (modified, thanks to the silent view of the leader...

On the periphery of the crowd, Hermione disappeared quietly, and outside the castle she quickly caught up with Professor Traorini, who was pouring wine into her mouth, staggering forward and crying.
"Professor Traurini, let's talk." Hermione stopped the pale-faced Traurini, panting. Although she had always disliked this neurotic professor who was almost a liar, but seeing her embarrassed now, she couldn't help feeling pity.
Traolini looked suspiciously at the student who had slammed out of her class. Judging from the expression on her face, the other party was not here to laugh at herself, so she came to see her off?
Hermione calmed down and handed a clean wet handkerchief to Professor Traorini, motioning her to wipe her face.
"Thank you, dear." Traurini's drunken voice was still so vague and illusory, she felt a lot more energetic after rubbing her face with the handkerchief.
"Professor Traorini, do you have any plans, forgive me?" Hermione looked at the other side carefully, for fear that the other side "predicted" something bad.
"I haven't planned yet, maybe I will go back to the old house to live for a while." Traolini pursed her lips, and tears began to roll in her eyes again.
Hermione felt that this was the most normal time for her to get along with Traolini for so many years.
"Professor Traorini, would you like to host a show on Harris TV? They are worried about too few shows. You know, I have a job in the umbrella of Harris TV’s parent company, if you want, I will immediately Just arrange for you to go to the TV station." Hermione said quickly. She understood why Professor Minerva McGonagall, who is used to strictly analyzing affairs, just did this to Traorini, who is in the "inaccurate" branch of teaching magic that she usually hates. Have mercy, now Hermione herself is afraid that her tears will fall again.
"What can I do for them?" Traolini was so surprised that she forgot to wipe the teardrops that had left her face, and she blurted out the question.
"I think you can host the daily divination show, I think it will be very popular with wizards." Hermione saw Professor Traorini's dazed look, for fear that the other party would not believe it, "You know, since Lavender After the death of the rabbit that Brown raised, she admired you very much and liked your fortune-telling class, so superstitious... Oh, I mean there are many witches who are obsessed with fortune-telling. The death of Lavender’s rabbit was used in the divination class, but it was used as an example to console Professor Traorini.
Although Hermione herself has improved this course when she was exposed to some fortune-telling spells after her personal attributes and magical powers have been improved, she herself still doesn't like this kind of knowledge that pays attention to "pull the fog and see the future", but prefer Mathematical divination is a subject that makes her more visible and tangible.
Speaking of TV, Traorini’s eyes lit up. Since Hogwarts had a TV, the emotional TV shows on Harris TV have become her favorites-she predicted that the emotions of those men and women are particularly accurate .
Noting Traorini's look, Hermione was relieved, "Professor Traorini, would you like to join Harris TV?"
"Of course I am willing, dear, you can call me Sybil. In addition, since the third grade, I have found that your "halo" has been growing. Don't give up divination." Traolini took Hermione's hand and clicked. head.
Seeing Professor Traorini who was going away, Hermione was relieved, and finally completed Allen’s explanation. Professor Traorini went to the TV station to host the program, and there would also be cameras at her office to shoot at any time. Make sure that when the great-great-granddaughter of the famous fortuneteller Kassandra Trelawny makes real predictions, those predictions will not be wasted as before.
"Professor Lupin also agreed to join the umbrella. Sure enough, Allen is still very kind. He has arranged a way for these people who have been victimized by the political struggle." Thinking of this, Hermione felt that she had done a good thing. Happy and relaxed, after shaking her hairy hair carefully to make sure that there was no one around, she moved somewhat mechanically to learn how Luna was jumping and walking in her memory, humming a small tune and jumping back towards the Hogwarts campus.
Hermione’s good mood only lasted until the evening. Although she ignored Ron, he was nagging in Gryffindor’s common room, and complaining to people around him about unfairness, shady, etc. Many people left the lounge because of his complaints.
And after Harry tried to stop Ron a few times, he let him complain.
Until Hermione finally couldn't bear it, she buckled the arithmetic divination book in her hand, crumpled the manuscript paper used to calculate the number of names and threw it into the trash can, and said coldly to Ron and Harry: "Harry The training class has long been approved by the school, and last year we were awarded the Merlin Medal by the Ministry of Magic. Of course Umbridge would not do anything to us."
"Your training class was set up by the son of the Deputy Minister of Magic, and many Ministry officials' own children were among them. Of course Umbridge didn't dare to provoke you. What's so great." Ron said angrily.
Hermione raised an eyebrow. "Weasley, when the training class was first established, you dragged Harry to prevent him from joining, and you are also considered one of the children of Ministry officials."
Ron opened his mouth, his face flushed, but there was no way to refute that he could only sit on the side and sulking.
Harry glanced to the left and right, making sure that no other classmates were near them. He hesitated and told him the news that Sirius had told him privately through the fire. "Sirius told me that Fudge didn’t want us to accept it. For combat training, Fudge believes that Dumbledore is learning from Ellen in private to establish a legion, and then use these legions to fight Fudge like Ellen and his family did inside the Ministry of Magic. The situation in the Order of the Phoenix is ​​not very good, and Fudge is blocking them. news."
"Fudge is also blocking the news. The recent frequent disappearances have hardly been reported." Hermione was a little worried about the disappearance cases that Fudge had asked the TV station to minimize.
Harry stood depressed by the lounge window and looked at the scenery outside. "Voldemort is already on the move. He's out there, right? But I didn't have a way to practice the spell to protect ourselves, Hermione, you really can't train us? Many people in Gryffindor don't even use weapons except you. it is good."
Hermione felt a little guilty, "Sorry, Harry, the training class really can’t call new members. I can’t take this risk, but I think you can practice privately with Ginny and Weasley. Just two or three people I want you to use The Invisibility Cloak goes to Hagrid to ask for his help, and let him help you while you practice."
Ron, who had been silent for a while, stood up, his eyes beaming: "Harry, maybe we can set up a training class by ourselves. I mean, you trained in the Goblet of Fire last year. The grades in the magic defense class are very good, and the spells are also very good. Professor Lu Ping teaches everyone to use the patron saint spell. You can already use it. He has always asked you to show this spell on his behalf in class. ."
"You're crazy, who would let me teach? They still think I'm a lunatic liar. They lied and claimed Voldemort's return for attention! Do you remember Seamus's reaction at the beginning of school?" Harry shook his head quickly Rejected, "And I don't know the curse that the school teaches in the training class."
"I think their first task now is to learn the contents except your weapons. That's pretty good, isn't it? Man? Be optimistic, you will never be worse than the old witch. They will be willing to join, especially When the high-ranking Harris training class is not willing to accept ordinary people, think about it. This is our own training class. You are the president and I am the vice president." Ron stood up excitedly. Envied by Hermione Granger's ability to manage so many people, he also wanted to get the attention of others like this.
After a moment of silence, Ron noticed that other people in the common room were looking at him at Harry's reminder, and sat down weirdly.
"Just how do you organize this group? Professor Flitwick provided a curse classroom as a venue for the Harris intensive training class. I don't think any professor will risk providing a venue for you under the current situation. If there are too many people, Don't expect Hagrid, you will get him out of Hogwarts." Hermione's calm words poured cold water on the hotheaded guy.
Ron was speechless.
"How about the Screaming Shack?" Harry's eyes lit up, and he thought of the place where Professor Lupin was deformed, which was very hidden.
"No one usually goes to that place." Ron retched after speaking. He dared not look into Harry and Hermione's eyes, for fear that they would also recall the bad memories he would never forget in third grade.
But Hermione snorted, and Harry looked at her, "Sirius and they only had four people meeting in the screaming hut," Hermione said, "and they can all become Animagus, and I think if I want to If you do, like I just suggested, they can squeeze into an invisibility cloak. But how many people do you want to organize? And you can’t become Animagus, so what you need is not an invisibility cloak, but It's an invisible big tent..."
"That's fine." Harry said, looking a little discouraged. "Let us practice on our own. Anyway, I guess I, the liar in their eyes, won't be able to gather many people, just ignore them."
Hermione was worried that they would be found and punished by Umbridge if they recklessly organized the training class, but thinking about the missing cases and the terrible level of cursing by others in Gryffindor, she hesitated and unconsciously let go The tone: "I know there is a place that may be more suitable for your situation."
"Where?" Harry and Ron asked in unison.
"If you ask, I can take you to see first." Hermione cleared the books on the table and stood up.
Hermione took the two to the eighth floor of the castle. On the opposite side of the tapestry where the giant stick beat Barnabas, Hermione asked Harry and Ron to be aside a while later, sitting between the tapestry and the human-sized vase. I walked around three times for the entrance to appear automatically, and then told the two of them how to enter.
After Hermione entered, she remembered that she didn't concentrate on wanting a room for training spells, but got used to naturally entering the one when Allen was studying Animagus. This room is still almost there. What it looked like at the time~EbookFREE.me~ Except for those books, the parchment paper that recorded knowledge has been taken back, but the stationery and long tables are still here, and there are some more claw marks on the long tables... Unspeakable smell.
"Why is it so messy?" Harry asked in surprise looking at the decorations scattered on the floor.
Hermione pursed her lips. "When I first entered, I didn’t concentrate on thinking that I needed a training room. When you come by yourself next time, you won’t enter this room. The training facilities you need will appear in front of you. Whatever you need, there will be something."
"Hey, Granger, come and take a look. Allen doesn't know which girl he has a relationship with. Their names are all carved on the wall together." Ron suddenly pointed to a wall and shouted to Hermione.
Hearing that, Hermione’s gaze was fixed on Ron’s finger. She stepped forward and pushed Harry away from the wall, who was watching. She saw the writing on the wall—wrote it and write it backwards. The initials "R·R" is engraved next to Alan Harris's name.
Hermione's finger ran across the two names and looked at the traces. The initials were obviously engraved later. Hermione shrugged and explained helplessly: "It's just another girl who has a crush on Ellen. , It’s just that she was lucky enough to find the House of All Requests. Knowing that Allen was not in school, many people secretly stuffed love letters into his dormitory. Howard complained several times that a girl had sneaked into the dormitory in the middle of the night. But it didn’t matter. , Alan won’t read those boring letters anyway."
Ron heard that he was a little jealous of Allen's fate, he decided not to continue to humiliate himself on this topic. "Huh, Harry, don't look at it. What's the name of our training course? Potter's training course doesn't sound prestigious at all."