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Morning, Tuesday again.

Harry was sitting on the long table, with a piece of toast in his hand, and a knife in his other hand, digging out a piece of butter and spreading it on the toast.

Before going to bed last night, he practiced clearing his mind, thinking that Prince really worked, but just thinking about it, he fell asleep without a dream all night-maybe this is the result of clearing his brain, it feels great.

He could do it every night—even if he didn't think about Prince before bed, he'd miss his friend.

And dealing with Snape next week shouldn't be a problem, as long as the old bat doesn't go after him - but he knew that the odds were low enough that Dumbledore would stand with the Dark Lord and kiss under the mistletoe.

"Dude, do you remember our plan?" Ron rushed over after communicating with a group of Hufflepuffs and sat next to Harry, picked up his friend's half-drunk glass of milk and drank it in one gulp .

Harry was a little uncomfortable. He glanced at Ron, but his friend was definitely not on the same channel as him, so his eyes were mistaken by Ron for forgetting about the weekend.

"Association." Ron mouthed Harry, and added, "But it's renamed DA now. Everyone joined for Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"It's done?" Harry fetched himself another glass of milk, he couldn't believe how quickly they decided to start a self-study club.

"It depends on Hermione's side. I brought some Hufflepuff classmates, including those from Gryffindor, there are about ten in total. Let's see the number of girls, and then we will wait for Hermione. Write out the association rules, then the first meeting should be held this Saturday—depend on you, our DA membership sign." Ron said and patted Harry on the shoulder, the reputation of the savior is so easy to use.

As soon as Hermione was mentioned, their best friend appeared across from them with a book in their arms, from the direction she came from - it seemed that she went to Ravenclaw's side.

"Come on, the Hufflepuff girls are too timid, and Ravenclaw is reliable. When it comes to learning, they are very interested-I have a Ravenclaw friend who plays well, she said Will help us ask inside Ravenclaw." As soon as Hermione put down the book, she told her two friends what she had learned.

"That's really great." Harry toasted with his friends for this, celebrating their new club in advance.

Umbridge messed up Defense Against the Dark Arts and are now on their own to prepare for the upcoming OWLs and if self-study works amazingly, maybe they can spread DA to the whole of Hogwarts.

And at that time, maybe the time for Umbridge to leave is not far away-if a course no longer needs its professor, then this person who has no teaching achievements will only point fingers at other professors and make Hogwarts a mess Why do professors appear in their favorite schools?

Thinking that the day of getting out of the sea of ​​misery is not far away, Harry's mood is extremely joyful, even if he met Umbridge twice today, he couldn't stop his excitement.

Miss Pink Frog is staring suspiciously at the number one focus object on her watch list. Her small gecko-like eyes are trying to widen. Perhaps she is thinking of how to find an excuse to isolate the savior from ordinary students—if she can Harry sent her to the Wizengamot, where she could wake up laughing from her dreams.

Miss Pink Frog, harboring the sweet dream of promotion and salary increase, remembered the poor ex-girlfriend who was abandoned by the savior.

Threats are always more effective than lures when dealing with girls, and those good boys in Slytherin will willingly become her eyeliner as long as they pose as ministers—unfortunately, Ravenclaw is more popular in Gryffindor.

In just one hour, under her tried-and-true little means of leaving no trace, the poor abandoned girl cried and abandoned her tenderness, poor her who was tormented like a rose in a storm Xixi was lying on the table, his arms were bloody, his loose black hair was entangled in his hands, and he spit out the secrets of the Savior and his two accomplices in a hoarse voice—they were preparing for a secret meeting called DA, I'm afraid it's not about defending Dumbledore's Army.

So the next morning, Umbridge, who felt that the evidence was sufficient, stopped Harry, his eyes bursting out with a look of psychosis.

"Mr. Potter, I just learned that you and your friends are preparing to form an army." Miss Pink Frog wore a pink lace tutu skirt today, and just one glance made people lose their appetite.

"Army, army?" Ron said in his voice-changing drake voice.

Harry looked at Umbridge with eyes of caring for the mentally retarded, and he returned to his usual obedient before the pink frog became angry and turned into a roasted bullfrog.

"Professor Umbridge, there is no army. We are just a group of students, and our grades are hovering around the passing line, and OWLs are getting closer and closer, so it is ineffective to review alone, so we are going to find a place to read together." Harry laughed. With a pure face, "Didn't the Ministry of Magic encourage us to read more books?" Thinking about their Defense Against the Dark Arts class like a self-study class, Umbridge almost made them sing the Minister of Magic in class.

"That's right." Umbridge went on, but she soon blushed again like a puffed bullfrog, and her cheeks were full of anger, making her whole face start to swell, " But you didn't report it! No matter what the reason is, the establishment of a society must be reported, and the activities can only be carried out after approval by the Ministry of Magic!" She pinched her throat and screamed like a mourning bird.

"But, we just get together to study, isn't this a club?" Harry asked back.

Umbridge took a deep breath, and her nostrils began to smoke, "Sophistry doesn't work here, Mr. Potter, six o'clock confinement tonight, you need to learn a lot about the new Hogwarts system."

Harry's face darkened, he saw the smug look on Umbridge's face, but he couldn't resist, not even express his indignation.

That will all turn into evil black magic on his hands.

Last week's confinement was vivid, and Umbridge must have asked him to transcribe her new Ministry of Magic regulations for Hogwarts when term started.

He hates it deeply, but there is nothing he can do now.

At night, Harry, who had finally survived another corporal punishment from Umbridge, endured the pain in his arm, and hurried up the stairs, away from the pink cage that gave him nightmares.

With his back against the wall and wiping the cold sweat off his brow, he cleared his mind and exhaled.

Maybe he shouldn't be on the eighth floor tonight, he can't let Prince see him the way he is.

With that in mind, Harry prepared to go straight back to Gryffindor Tower.

"The confinement is over?" Snape jumped in front of Harry from below the floor, startling Harry who was about to leave.

"Why are you here?" Harry stared at Snape in astonishment.

"I heard that Umbridge gave you confinement." Snape explained, he didn't say that he had been waiting outside the office door, and he followed Harry all the way after he came out.

"Ah, Umbridge really likes to make her punishment known to the whole school." Harry said, he lowered his head and hid his right hand behind his back.

"She's using Dark Magic on you again." Snape realized that there was anger in his eyes, and his voice was as soft as a snake crawling towards its prey.

"Prince," Harry called back to Snape, who was going to do something in the pinky old woman's office, "I'm fine." He raised his right hand towards Snape, enduring the pain, and lifted the There is not even a red mark on the sleeve, and the skin is so white that you can see the blue blood vessels underneath-only Harry knows that when he was in the office, it was covered with wounds made up of letters written by him, and blood flowed, and he was in the blood Writing on wet paper, even the ink is his blood.

Harry pulled his hand away quickly, he didn't want to talk about the confinement, even though he had told him all about it last week.

"Let's go to the Astronomy Tower to look at the stars! I don't want to read any more books tonight." Harry suddenly suggested, the corners of his mouth curled up, his eyes sparkling like stars falling into this emerald green lake.

"Okay." Snape nodded, whether Harry wanted to escape or find a spiritual trash can, he would accompany him.

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