[HP] Leader's Exclusive Rose

"You are amust.

You are required. "

Dutifully holding her notebook, Umbridge sat in on all the teachers at Hogwarts except her - except Professor Binns in History of Magic, because he was a ghost.And all the other professors have a very disgusting attitude towards her, especially McGonagall and Snape.

Trelawney was interrupted by Umbridge while teaching the fifth graders, and even the pink lady asked her to give him a prophecy on the spot.Although it ended with Trelawney's iconic "bad luck" prophecy, it didn't stop her from continuing her disgusting behavior at Hogwarts.

Hogwarts is going to be a mess for her - oh yes, except for Filch, who seems to be happy to help Umbridge make all kinds of ridiculous canons, and he goes out of his way to nail them all wall!

Hermione came to the long Hufflepuff table after breakfast and took Rosalind's hand: "I want to discuss something with you—" She then looked at Cedric, "I'll borrow Rosa for a while. ,Thank you!"

Rosalind blushed and patted Hermione's hand: "What are you talking about?!"

But Hermione was not in a hurry to explain anything to her, she just quickly dragged her to an empty classroom.

"Oh my god, let me take a breath first—" Hermione's chest heaved, "Umbridge is a really horrible woman, and if it wasn't for her, I wouldn't have bothered dragging you here."

Rosalind nodded while breathing calmly: "Yes, I also think it's annoying pink."

"Well," said Hermione hesitantly, "well, I was thinking today..." She gave Rosalind a nervous look, and then went on, "I was thinking—maybe we should just—just Do it yourself."

"What are you doing by yourself?" Rosalind's dark brown eyes filled with doubt, waiting for Hermione's next words.

"Well - we learn Defence Against the Dark Arts ourselves," said Hermione.

"Do you think so too?!" The girl was very excited when she heard the words. She just mentioned this matter to Cedric last night, and the latter also agreed with her thoughts.

Hermione was a little overwhelmed by her reaction, and couldn't help but stare wide-eyed and asked, "Yeah? You mean, you've long wanted to learn Defense Against the Dark Arts by yourself?"

"Of course," Rosalind met her brown eyes, "Professor Umbridge's stuff can't help us deal with the real dark arts at all—even the NEWTs exams that seventh-grade students have to prepare for are problems. I yesterday Just mentioned it to Seid late last night, and he was in favor of it."

"That's really great! I wanted to discuss this with you!" Hermione smiled excitedly: "I originally wanted Harry and Cedric to be teachers, teaching us Defense Against the Dark Arts— Both of them actually saw Voldemort and narrowly escaped him!"

Some memories that she didn't want to recall flashed through Rosalind's mind, but she hummed anyway.

"I want to organize a group of people to learn real Defense Against the Dark Arts, Harry he's been through the Dark Arts a few times before, Cedric has been through the Goblet of Fire too, um - I mean he's in seventh year now Students, whether it is mastery of knowledge or practical operation, they can be well qualified for the position of teachers, what do you think?"

A moment of silence.The late autumn breeze rattled the windows behind the girl. Although it was a sunny day, there was not much warmth.

"I will go back and talk to Seid, but this is not an easy matter." Rosalind looked at the little Gryffindor witch who looked expectant: "If we really want to create such an organization, we have to consider It's not just who is the teacher - it's when and where it's organized, and what to do if Umbridge or Filch find out."

Hermione's face was a little red, and it was hard to tell whether it was because of excitement or something else: "Well...Okay, I see. I will think about the plan again when I go back, and you will tell Cedric, right? "

Rosalind nodded in agreement, and she stretched out her hands to straighten Hermione's loose hair at the sideburns: "You will be an excellent witch, I don't need to know it through divination."

Harry and Cedric are interviewed by Umbridge again - this time they are both sent to solitary confinement:

Because Harry refuted her words loudly in Umbridge's class on the front foot, and when he faced a provocation from a Slytherin student, he responded righteously to his ridicule with his back foot, and even used some more violent expressions and Cedric was yet another victim of the dreaded quill by agreeing with Harry's statement that Voldemort had returned.

"Here," Rosalind said distressedly, pushing two small bowls of yellow liquid in front of the two warriors, "dip your hands in it, it's a strained and pickled muttra rat tentacles. Juice, should do the trick.

The backs of both of their hands were oozing with bright red blood this time, Harry was already used to it, Cedric also hurriedly soaked his hands in the bowl when he saw his fiancée's expression on the verge of crying.

Looking at the eyes of the two girls, Harry twisted on the chair a little awkwardly: "You heard me say that it was all due to luck and Cedric's help, didn't you?"

"Yes, Harry," said Hermione softly, first, "but it's no use pretending you're not good at Defense Against the Dark Arts, because you are. Last year, you were the only one who managed to get rid of the Imperius, you can conjure a Patronus, you can do all kinds of things that even grown-up wizards can't, Viktor used to say—”

Ron turned his head towards her so fast it seemed to twist his neck.He rubbed his neck and said, "What? What did Viktor say?"

"Oh, oh," said Hermione in a weary tone, "he said Harry couldn't do magic that even he couldn't, and he was in his last year at Durmstrang."

Ron looked at Hermione suspiciously: "You still keep in touch with him, don't you?"

"So what?" Hermione said coldly, but her face was slightly flushed, "I can have a pen pal too, can't I?"

"He doesn't just want to be your pen pal." Ron gritted his molars accusingly.

Hermione shook her head angrily, ignored Ron who continued to watch her, and said to Harry, "So, what do you think? Will you teach us?"

"Cedric, will you participate too?" Harry turned his gaze to the brown-haired boy opposite, as if looking for a supporter.

"Well," the tall boy responded, "Rosa has already told me, but I think you are more suitable to be a teacher than me, because you are far more experienced than me in dealing with black magic."

Harry thought for a moment, then said, "Yeah, but, who else would want me to teach them but you? Don't forget I'm a monster!"

"Hey, I thought you'd be surprised how many people were interested in hearing what you had to say." Cedric interrupted his self-pity and said seriously, "Your Defense Against the Dark Arts class Excellent grades, aren't you? You are more qualified to be a teacher than anyone here."

Hermione also looked at Harry affirmatively: "Look," she leaned towards him, Ron was still watching her with a frown, and leaned forward to listen: "You know, the first weekend in October We're going to Hogsmeade - how about we ask everybody who's interested to meet us in the village and talk it over?"

"Why do we have to get it off-campus?" Ron scratched his head.

"Because," said Hermione, looking down and continuing to copy the diagram of the Chinese biting kale, "I don't think Umbridge will be very happy if she finds out what we're about to do."

Rosalind pursed her lips: "Maybe we can go to the Pig's Head Pub. The Three Broomsticks is always full of people, but the Pig's Head Pub is different—Umbridge probably won't be free enough to go to that kind of pub." The local government will catch 'disobedient students'."

"Good idea, then let's tentatively decide where to meet." Hermione stroked her shaggy hair: "See you at the Pig's Head Bar that weekend?"

The morning we went to Hogsmeade was sunny but windy.After breakfast, Rosalind lined up in front of Filch with Cedric and other students who were going to Hogsmeade village. He had to check their names against the long list. Listed are students whose parents or guardians have allowed them to visit Hogsmeade.

When Harry walked up to Filch, the administrator sniffed his nose vigorously, as if trying to smell something from Harry.Then he gave a curt nod, the chin quivering again, and Harry walked on, up the stone steps, out into the cold, sunny outdoors.

Walking out of the school gate, Ron couldn't help but ask, "Uh—why is Filch sniffing you so hard?"

"I guess he wanted to smell for dung bombs," Harry said with a chuckle, "I forgot to tell you..."

He told them exactly how he had sent the letter to Sirius, and how Filch had rushed in seconds later demanding to see it.To his slight surprise, Hermione was very interested in it, even more so than Harry himself.

"He said he had information that you were ordering dung bombs? So who gave him the information?"

"I don't know," said Harry, shrugging his shoulders. "Maybe it's Malfoy, he'll think it's a joke."

They passed between tall stone pillars topped with winged boars, and turned left on the road to the village, the wind blowing their hair over their eyes.

"Malfoy?" said Hermione skeptically, "um...yeah...possibly..."

"Why did Draco do this?" Rosalind asked aloud, sometimes she couldn't tell whether she was more on Harry's side or Draco's side.

"Ah, just, just a guess—" Harry suddenly remembered the fact that the girl in front of him was also friends with Draco: "It's just that he always likes to fight against the three of us..."

Rosalind said nothing more, Cedric tightened the scarf for her, and gave her a gentle smile.

They went up the road, past Zonko's Joke Shop--where they saw Fred, George, and Lee Jordan, as expected, and past the post-office--from which owls flew out every once in a while, Then they turned into a side road with a small bar at the corner.A tattered wooden signboard hung from rusty brackets over the door, and it bore a picture of a chopped-off boar's head, blood seeping through the white cloth it was wrapped in.The sign creaked in the wind as they approached.

"Come on, let's go in." Rosalind held Cedric's hand, but still looked a little nervous.Cedric looked down at her, then pushed the door open and led her in.

Inside it's nothing like The Three Broomsticks, where the big bar always feels bright, clean and warm.The Hog's Head had only one small, dark, very dirty room, which smelt strongly of mutton.The bay windows were so thick with grime that little light could penetrate, and candle stubs were burning on rough wooden tables.At first glance, Harry thought the ground was compacted mud, but when he stepped on it, he realized that centuries of grime had accumulated on what was originally a stone floor.

After a while, nearly [-] people came one after another—Nelia and Ezel even came.