Vol 2 Chapter 866: Harry's personal recognition

Aberforth Dumbledore!
The owner of Hog’s Head, part-time Dumbledore’s brother... Why does this part-time job sound so weird? However, this is the fact. Because of his sister, Aberforth was very unwilling to have anything to do with Dumbledore. Even in the Order of the Phoenix, Fanlin had never heard the name mentioned.
Perhaps they didn't understand Sirius at all... It should be said that they didn't understand Dumbledore's past enough.
But when he came to the pig's head bar, Ron seemed a little excited, perhaps because of his two brothers, Ron knew much more about the habits of the pig's head than they did.
"Do you know?" Ron whispered, looking at the bar with intense eyes. "Here we can order anything we want. I bet that guy will sell us anything, he doesn't care. I always wanted to try Fire Whiskey..."
"You...you are...a prefect, Ron!" Hermione said helplessly.
"Oh," Ron's smile faded. "Yes……"
This made Ron a little sluggish. Obviously, if Hermione was there, he would have to wait until he was an adult if he wanted to taste Fire Whiskey.
However, it immediately occurred to her that Hermione had only been with Fanlin for a long time, and she had not had much contact with Hermione...
"Maybe we can go private..." Ron whispered to Harry.
"Don't think I didn't hear it, Ron!" Hermione raised an eyebrow. Now Ron is becoming more and more presumptuous, daring to challenge...
"Fanlin, maybe you should take Hermione to the teahouse for a while." Ron muttered quietly. Hermione is still very prestigious, which is a long time ago.
"Uh, actually, we've been there." Fanlin took a sip of butter beer, his eyes still falling on Aberfors who was talking with people not far away.
What makes Fanlin feel strange is that he can't detect Aberforth's magic at all. This feeling is the same as Dumbledore brought him, or...
No wonder it was someone who was able to intervene in the struggle between Dumbledore and Grindelwald.
While thinking silently, Fanlin carefully explored with magic power, but soon, Fanlin felt that some familiar people had arrived, and it seemed that his friends had arrived.
Fanlin sits upright slightly, which helps to maintain the image of a teacher. At least he still has Harry to be responsible for teaching them afterwards. As for rejection, those who would refuse will not come here.
"So, who do you say is going to meet with us here?" Harry seemed to be unable to wait, unscrewing the rusty lid of the Butterbeer and taking a gulp.
"Just a few people," Hermione repeated, checking her watch and looking out the door anxiously. "I asked them to come here about this time. I think they all know each other,-Oh, look, it's probably them."
The door of the bar opened, and a cloud of sunlight mixed with dust split the room in two, then disappeared after a few seconds, blocked by a group of people coming in. The most advanced pullers were Neville, Thomas and Colin, followed by Angelina and Alia and... (Harry's stomach tightened)... Qiu and a girl who had been chatting with her. Child, and then (She looks as if she came in by accident in a dream.)
Then there is Colin’s younger brother, then Wiki and Vinnie’s brothers and sisters, Luna and Susan Bonn, Wal-Mart and Wallonia, Lunan, Jefir, Tom, and then there is a fan who doesn’t know the name. The Hefpaff girl with long braids, the three Ravenclaw boys, the three boys... well, there is no impression.
Behind him was Ginny, a tall, blond, blue-eyed boy with an upturned nose followed him, Vahlin vaguely remembered that he was a member of the Hefpuff Quidditch team, and Fred and George were at the end of the team. With their friend Lee Jordan, all three of them were holding large paper bags full of Joko.
"This is... how many people?" Harry said uncertainly to Hermione. "How many people?"
"Yeah, oh, this idea seems quite popular," Hermione said happily. "Ron, can you drag a few more chairs?"
The bartender was stunned. He was wiping a glass with a dirty cloth that seemed to have never been washed before. He had never seen so many people in his bar.
"Okay," Fred said, he was the first to come to the bar and quickly counted the people who came with him, "Please give us...25 glasses of butter beer, okay?"
The bartender looked at him for a while, then, throwing down his wipes violently, as if he was interrupted by something important, he began to take out the dirty butterbeer from under the counter.
"Cheers," Fred said, sharing the beer, "but speaking of it, guys, I don't have enough money to pay so much..."
Harry stared blankly as the chirping people took the beer from Fred and fumbled for the coins in his robe. He couldn't imagine what so many people were doing here.
"It's okay, I'll come..." Fanlin said with a headache. He pressed Harry's hand, "As our encouragement for the new students, Harry, aren't you happy, Qiu But here comes..."
Fanlin said, and greeted Fred. Although he said that this could bring some income to the pig's head bar, it seemed that Aberforth didn't like this.
"I'm sorry, sir, but we can't find any place." Fanlin smiled and put a golden Jialong on the counter, then Aberfors gave Fanlin a weird look, then lowered his head inside the counter. Looking for it, it was hard to get enough change, and then match back to Fanlin's hands.
"Although I don't think it's necessary, but to be on the safe side..." Fanlin bowed slightly, then swiped lightly in the center of the bar. Suddenly, the noise around him disappeared.
"I hope this won't disturb you." Fanlin said respectfully, then turned around and stepped into the divided tavern.
Unlike Fanlin's side, Harry was panicked...
"What did you tell them?" Harry whispered. Hermione's work efficiency obviously exceeded Harry's expectations. Suddenly a terrible idea appeared in his mind. They might be looking forward to a speech or something. Thinking of this, Harry felt that he would almost... "What are they looking forward to? "
"I have told you, they just want to hear what you are going to say," Hermione said comfortingly.
But Harry still looked at her distrustfully, so she quickly added, "You don't need to do anything, I will speak first."
"Hi, Harry," Neville said, and sat down across from him beaming. Harry tried to smile at him, but said nothing. His mouth is very dry. Qiu just smiled at him and sat on Ron's right.
Qiu's friend, with curly red hair, did not smile, and glanced at him suspiciously. The expression in his eyes made it clear that if there was a way, she would not be here.
The newcomers sat around Harry, Ron, Fanlin, and Hermione in twos and threes. Some looked quite excited, and others were curious. Luna looked at the sky in a dream. These people did not Can't affect her.
When everyone found their seats, the discussion subsided and everyone looked at Harry.
"Yeah," Hermione said, her voice a little higher than usual out of tension. "Then-oh-hello everyone." Everyone's attention turned to her again, even though they were still looking at Harry from time to time. "So... well... well, everyone knows why you came here. Well... then, Harry’s idea—I mean (Harry gave her a sharp glance), my idea—to those This might be a good idea for people who want to learn Defense Against the Dark Arts—I mean, real learning, you know, it’s not the garbage Umbridge taught us.
(Hermione’s voice suddenly became stronger and stronger. A little more confident)-because no one can call it Defense Against the Dark Arts..."
"Wow! That's right!" Thomas agreed, and Hermione seemed encouraged...
"So, I think that would be great. If we, oh, take the situation in our own hands." She stopped, looked at Fanlin next to him, and said, "So I plan to learn how to protect properly I am not just theoretical, but practicing real spells..."
"But, I bet you also want to pass your normal wizard rank test in Defense Against the Dark Arts class, right?" Mossori said, staring at Hermione tightly.
"Of course," Hermione said immediately. "But more importantly, I want to get proper defense training, because...because..." She took a deep breath and said, "Because the Dark Lord Voldemort has returned."
Everyone's immediate reaction is predictable. Qiu's friend screamed and splashed butter beer on him. Thomas twitched unconsciously, Angelina trembling, as if she was frightened, Neville let out a strange cry, and he successfully turned it into a cough.
In short, all of them looked at Harry intently and more eagerly.
"Well... the plan is like this, anyway," Hermione said. "If you want to join us, we need to decide how to do it..."
"Is there any evidence that the man is back?" Hefpaff's blonde Quidditch said in an aggressive tone.
"Well, Dumbledore believes..." Hermione started.
"You mean, Dumbledore believes him," a blond boy nodded to Harry.
"Who are you?" Ron said rather rudely.
"Henrietta," the boy said, "I think we have the right to know what makes him think that man has returned."
"Look," Hermione quickly interrupted him, "this is not what we will discuss in this meeting—"
"Okay, Hermione," Harry said. He just started to understand why there are so many people here. He thought Hermione should have thought of it. Some people—perhaps most of them—came to hope to hear his first-hand story.
"What makes me think that man is back?" Harry repeated, staring at him. "I saw him. Dumbledore told the whole school what happened. If you don't believe him, you don't have to believe me. , I will not waste an afternoon trying to convince anyone."
When Harry spoke, everyone seemed to hold their breath. Harry had a feeling that even the bartender was listening. He wiped the same glass with that dirty cloth to make it even more dirty.
Henrietta said contemptuously: "Dumbledore just told us last year that Cedric Diggory was attacked by that man's men, and you returned to Hogwarts alone, and Cedric dropped out. He didn't. He didn’t tell us the details. He didn’t say how Diggory was attacked or why he left. I think we all want to know—"
"If you are here to hear how Devoldemort murdered someone, I can't help you," Harry said. His temper, which has been prone to attack these days, rose again. He did not remove his eyes from Henrietta's provocative face and decided not to see Qiu.
"I don't want to talk about Cedric Diggory, you know? If you are here for this, you'd better leave as soon as possible."
Harry glanced at Hermione angrily, and he felt that all of it was Hermione's fault. She decided to show him as a weird person, of course they would all see how absurd his story is.
But no one left their seats, not even Henrietta, although he kept staring intently at Harry's face.
"So," Hermione said, her voice rising again. "So... like I said... If you want to learn defense, then we need to plan how we learn, how often we meet and where we learn—"
"Is that true," the girl with the brown braid interrupted her, looking at Harry. "Can you summon the patron saint?" There was a sound of interest in the crowd.
"Yes," Harry said a little irritably. "A patron saint with a shape?" These words evoked some memories of Harry.
"Well—you don't know Boss, do you?" Harry suddenly remembered a woman he knew at the hearing.
The girl smiled.
"She's my aunt," she said, "I'm Rosa Boss, and she told me about your hearing. So—is that true? You called a patron saint of stag?"
"Yes," Harry said.
"Oh, Harry," Lee said, looking deeply shaken, "I don't know this at all!"
"Mom told Ron not to spread this around," Fred said, grinning at Harry. "She said that many people would pay attention to you."
"She was right," Harry said, and many people laughed.
"Then did you kill a basilisk with the sword in Dumbledore's office?" Wallon asked, "This is what a portrait on the wall told me when I was there last year..."
"En-Yes, I did, yes," Harry said and answered quickly. Jordan blew the whistle, and the Weasley brothers exchanged a look of awe.
Harry felt a little warm in his ears, and he looked at any other place resolutely, as long as it wasn't Autumn.
"In his first grade," Neville said loudly to everyone, "he protected the Philosopher's Stone—"
"Sage's Stone," Hermione corrected.
"Yes, from that man," Neville said at last.
Everyone's eyes are as big as sailing coins.
"Not to mention," said Qiu (Harry looked at her fiercely, she was looking at him with a smile, for a moment, uh...) "He completed all the tasks he completed in the Warriors game in the year~www.mtlnovel. com~ passed the dragon, the siren, the maze, and other things."
There was a sound of approval from the table. Harry's stomach was squirming, and he tried to adjust his expression to make himself look less happy. The praise that Qiu gave to him just now made it even harder and harder to say what he had vowed to tell them.
"Look," he said, and everyone fell silent again, "I...I don't want me to sound as humble or something, but...I got a lot of help from other people..."
"Not when I passed the dragon," Moran said immediately. "It was pretty cool when I flew over..."
"Yeah, um—" Harry said, feeling it would be rude to deny. "And no one will help you get rid of those dementors this summer," Wallon said. "No," Harry said, "No, well, I know I did something when no one helped me, but the point I want to say is..."
"Are you trying to avoid showing us something?" Henrietta said.
"I have an idea," Ron said loudly before Harry could speak. "Why don't you shut up?"