The transfer student at Hogwarts just wants to fall in love [continued]

Chapter 320 Rejection

This duel caused Umbridge's prestige to decline again and again.

Just when the students thought that Umbridge would be kicked out of the school, they were finally going to be free from the high pressure.

However, the opposite is true.

Hermione and her group suddenly became low-key.

Except when you are in class, you can see him. As soon as the get out of class is over, he seems to disappear. You can't even see him in the lounge.

Even when they were in Umbridge's class, they studied and did their homework honestly, as if the person who was beaten badly that day was Hermione.

Umbridge hoped that they would not cause trouble and just pretend that they did not exist. The two groups actually continued to get along in such a strange and harmonious way.

But others suffered. Umbridge's high-pressure policy became more and more severe, and students complained.

"You think Hermione and the others are really scared?"

During their spare time, a few people secretly gathered together to discuss.

"What are you afraid of?"

"Of course they are afraid of the Ministry of Magic. Now they are going against Umbridge, which means they are going against the Ministry of Magic. Maybe they were warned by the Ministry of Magic after that incident."

"Is the Ministry of Magic so petty?"

"Don't say anything," the man who spoke looked around.

"I have a little news that the Ministry of Magic is targeting Potter and the headmaster because Fudge is afraid that the headmaster will take his position."

"real or fake?"

"Besides, the Ministry of Magic is now completely corrupted. Didn't you see that Malfoy, who had undergone 'special Auror training', never beat up a single student?"

The man pointed with his finger.

"Well, put it this way," the other person suddenly put on a horrified expression.

"So what Potter said about the mysterious man coming back... is it true or not?"

This sentence made everyone gasp, and then there was silence.

After a while, someone spoke.

"If, I mean if, what Potter said is true, we haven't learned any spells in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class since the beginning of the school year..."

There was silence again.

"What do you think? How about we secretly learn magic from Granger?"

"The key is, do you know where they practice?"

"How about just go and ask?"

"The key is that you can't catch them. They disappear as soon as the get out of class is over. You can't even talk to them. God knows where they have gone."

"They will be leaving for Hogsmeade in two days. They can't just not go."

"Yes! Catch them then!"

Similar conversations were heard all over the school, intentionally or unintentionally, all pointing to the time when the senior grades would go to Hogsmeade village on the weekend.

It is also a place that is difficult for Umbridge to monitor.

Those two days felt like years under the high-pressure control.

As soon as the weekend comes, students rush out of the school like flying.

Professor McGonagall sighed as she looked at their backs.

These kids have had a hard time during this period.

But what she didn't know was that some of them might have been holding back for a long time and wanted to go out and play, but the vast majority of them were there to catch people.

Catch those elusive guys.

However, when they saw Mo Bai walking past them with Hermione, talking and laughing, they were too embarrassed to go up and ask.

You can't just cling to someone and say, "Coach, I want to learn magic," right?

But he was not willing to do so, so he could only follow from a distance.

After a while, a group of people were already falling far behind him.

But Mo Bai and Hermione were still eating, drinking and having fun as if no one was around, which made them feel jealous.

Until they turned left and right and came to a remote corner.

There was a small bar there, with a tattered sign hanging on a rusty shelf.

There is a picture of a pig's head wrapped in white cloth and looking down.

Entering the bar, the Hog's Head is the complete opposite of the bright and clean Three Broomsticks.

There was a thick layer of dirt on the ground, and the half-burnt candle on the wooden table was flickering with a dim light.

Don’t ask why the lights are on during the day. The answer is that the windows are covered with dirt.

"This place..."

Mo Bai touched his nose and said, "It's quite safe."

"I heard from Hagrid that there's a bar here. He once won a dragon egg here."

The boss came out from behind the bar. He looked like a grumpy old man, tall and thin, with gray hair and a long beard.

Mo Bai raised his eyebrows.

Why does this boss look so familiar?

"What do you want?"

The boss looked very impatient. His eyes paused on Mo Bai's face and then moved away.

Mo Bai smiled.

"Two butterbeers. Please clean the glasses, please."

The boss stared at his face.

"trouble."

The boss muttered, pulled out two dusty cups, and drummed his fingers twice.

The cup instantly became brand new and bright.

"Drink."

The two sat down and Hermione leaned close to Mo Bai's ear.

"Isn't this your first time here? Why do I feel like you know this boss?"

Mo Bai laughed softly and said, "Don't you think Old Deng's nose is crooked? It was this boss who broke it."

Hermione's eyes widened.

"He even told you that?" Apparently the boss heard him and snorted, "He deserves it."

"It seems that you two are not as cut off from each other as he said..."

Mo Bai raised his glass to him, "To your nose."

The boss glared at him and retreated behind the bar.

After that, many more people came in, all following them.

Obviously they didn't expect this place to be so shabby. Most of them frowned, and the butter beer they ordered naturally didn't get the same treatment as Mo Bai. They all looked at the cups that they didn't know where they came from with sad faces.

After a while, Harry and Qiu Zhang came in, also with a large group of people.

Then it was Ginny leading Amy, followed by Ron and Cedric.

Again, another group of people.

The already cramped bar was packed.

Business was clearly booming, but the boss let out a disgruntled groan, "Just so you know, the wine is sold out."

The truth is that no one wants to drink butterbeer that’s “just out of the ground.”

Since they all crowded together without any prior arrangement, they looked at each other tacitly.

There were actually quite a few familiar faces among them. Not to mention the twins who were definitely there, Neville, Dean and Lavender were all among them, and Luna was also sitting at the very edge, swaying.

"Everyone," it was Mo Bai who broke the strange silence first.

"You've been following us all the way. Tell me what's going on."

Ron opened his eyes wide and was about to say, "Isn't this a question you ask even though you already know the answer?" But then Ginny, who had predicted that her brother would do something stupid, elbowed him back.

A group of people looked at each other, and no one said a word.

At this time, Luna said leisurely.

"Didn't they say that the mysterious man has returned? We need to protect ourselves."

The light words were as heavy as a thousand pounds and directly caused several exclamations.

But no one jumped out to question it.

Everyone who came here today more or less believed this.

Otherwise, I wouldn't come here on my own initiative.

Someone took the lead and others started talking as well.

"It is said that Hermione taught Harry the Patronus Charm..."

"And Draco also said it's better to learn from Hermione."

"So," Hermione began, "you want me to teach you Defense Against the Dark Arts?"

Everyone nodded in unison.