A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

"No, there are thirty of us, that place is too small."

"I see... there's a pretty big secret passage on the fifth floor..."

“I’m afraid that won’t work either.” Harry sighed slightly. “That place collapsed two years ago.”

"Okay! I'll think about it some more."

As soon as he finished speaking, his face turned extremely frightened, and he nervously turned his head away.

The next moment he disappeared into the fireplace. The three of them stared at the flames for a moment, and before they could react, a large hand covered with rings reached out from the flames as if grabbing something.

The three of them stared wide-eyed, and without saying a word, they took off running.

Because this hand belongs to Umbridge, the ring on it is sufficient proof of its owner's identity.

......

The next day, in the Charms class classroom.

Professor Flitwick gave each student a frog and asked them to practice the silencing spell with the frog.

At this time, the classroom will be quite noisy, and no one will listen to you if you talk.

"You three...didn't sleep all night?" Aaron teased, looking at the dark circles under Harry's eyes.

The three nodded in unison and then told him what had happened the night before.

After hearing this, Aaron was speechless and retorted, "Is he crazy, or are you all crazy, or are you all crazy?"

Knowing full well that their communication channels and the Filo network are being monitored, they still talk to each other. There's no way they're going to play this game just for thrills!

"We don't know either!" Harry said weakly.

"Come on! You probably don't even believe that yourself," Aaron said irritably. "It's okay to deceive yourself, but there's a limit."

“Umbridge might have read his letter,” Hermione guessed.

"Be more confident, and drop the word 'maybe'."

However, he probably didn't catch Sirius Black; otherwise, she'd be giving a press interview right now, having apprehended a notorious serial killer.

“He’s not,” Harry said angrily.

“But in the eyes of most people who don’t know the truth, that’s who he is,” Aaron said patiently. “After what happened last night, he should be more restrained.”

Have you found a training location?

"Not yet." Hermione shook her head. "Do you have any recommendations?"

"Uh... I meant you guys better hurry up, because I'm going to give Draco and Sirin their third lesson this week."

The three looked at each other, opened their mouths but didn't know what to say.

We can't just stop Malfoy and his crew from training because they haven't found a place yet!

However, their efficiency far exceeded Aaron's expectations. He thought it would take at least ten days to half a month to find a suitable training location, but to his surprise, they found a secluded location with enough space for thirty people to train on the afternoon of the second day.

"The 'Come and Go Room'?" Draco looked at Aaron suspiciously. "That's what they said? You must have been lied to. How could Hogwarts have a place like that?"

"They wouldn't joke about something like this."

Furthermore, there are indeed rumors circulating at Hogwarts about a Room of Requirement.

“But isn’t that a bit too much?” Sirin said incredulously. “A house that can grant all wishes is simply impossible.”

“It’s impossible to fulfill every wish, but some simple wishes are not so certain,” Aaron said thoughtfully. “Don’t forget that the founders of Hogwarts were the four greatest wizards of that era.”

It's not impossible for them to create a house that can read minds and materialize them, given their level of magic.

There's a limit to how much we can fulfill requests, but if all you need is a classroom, we can definitely do it.

Hearing Aaron say this, the two no longer had any doubts.

"When is the time set?" Draco asked.

"Seven o'clock tonight, eighth floor, opposite the troll tapestry." Aaron said, staring seriously at Draco. "I only have one request for you: keep your mouth shut."

"What do you mean?"

“Because your mouth is too easy to offend people.” Sirin rolled her eyes speechlessly. “There’s Harry Potter, the Weasleys, and about twenty wizards from different houses at the party.”

If you insist on acting superior and bossing everyone around, when they hit you... I'll just stand by and watch.

“That’s what I mean.” Aaron nodded solemnly.

Draco has always lived a life of ease, with everything done for him, and he has almost never had any worries.

However, his privileged background, the deep influence of Lucius, and his limited experience, coupled with his lack of exposure to the harsh realities of society, meant that his rich young master personality was difficult to change overnight.

Draco's lips twitched slightly, and he said dejectedly, "I promise I won't provoke anyone, okay? But what if they provoke me?"

"Not venturing into trouble doesn't mean being afraid of trouble."

"Oh, I see."

At 6:30 p.m., Aaron left the common room with Abel and the two Slytherins.

When they reached the eighth floor of the castle, Harry was standing in front of a white wall with the Marauder's Map in his hand, and Hermione and Ron were standing next to him.

"You've arrived," Harry greeted them simply.

"Where is the House of Requirement?" Aaron asked as he opened the door to God. "Don't tell me it's behind the wall."

“Dobby said to walk across this wall three times, concentrating on what we need,” Harry said, then walked back and forth along the wall, muttering to himself.

"More than?"

"It's your house-elf," Ron said with amusement. "He's quite useful, isn't he?"

Upon hearing this, several black lines immediately appeared on Draco's forehead.

To be honest, he didn't care about the house-elf leaving, since in their household, house-elves were even lower in status than pets. However, he couldn't accept that his former servant was helping his mortal enemy.

Just as Draco was about to curse, Sirin glared at him fiercely, "Don't forget what you promised."

"I...I'll endure it," Draco said, sounding aggrieved.

Ron's eyes widened immediately, as if he had discovered a new continent.

"Did I hear that right? You really are Malfoy?"

Haha, are you under a soul-stealing curse or have you lost your mind?

“Ron,” Hermione glared at him, “Don’t forget we’re in this together now. Let’s put our past grudges aside for now.”

“I understand.” Ron waved his hand, then looked at Draco. “Let’s pretend we’re strangers for now. If we meet, just act like we’ve never met.”

"That's right, I thought so too."

"The door is open!" Harry shouted, sounding slightly excited.

A large, dark blue door slowly appeared on the blank wall. Harry took a deep breath and led the way inside.

Inside the door was a spacious room, even larger than a classroom, more than enough to accommodate thirty people for training.

Two rows of torches lit up, illuminating the room.

After the group entered, a row of bookshelves suddenly appeared in the empty room, piled high with books related to Defense Against the Dark Arts. Large silk cushions covered the floor, and various detection instruments were displayed on the shelves at the other end.

“The legend is true,” Hermione said excitedly. “We can find everything we need here.”

“To correct you, it’s not everything,” Aaron said. “It’s just meeting basic needs.”

"What do you want?" Hermione asked curiously.

"A dragon egg, but this room clearly doesn't meet my needs."

"Uh... even if it's the House of Requirement, it can't just conjure up life out of nowhere!"

"maybe!"

A knock sounded at the door, and several Gryffindors entered.

They looked around the room in amazement and couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

After that, the others came in one after another. Once everyone had arrived, Harry closed the door, and the blue door gradually disappeared into the wall.

"This is the training location we found, the Room of Requirement."

"Secret, safe, and most importantly...it has everything." Harry said somewhat reservedly, then looked at Aaron, "Would you like to say a few words?"

Aaron rolled his eyes. "I'm only responsible for teaching, not for motivating students."

“I think we should have a name before classes officially start,” Hermione said. “It would strengthen the sense of community, and it would be easier for us to mention it when we’re out in the world.”

“How about the ‘Anti-Umbridge Alliance’?” Angelina asked.

“Idiot,” Draco sneered.

"What do you mean, Malfoy?"

“That’s just how he is, don’t mind him,” Aaron said wearily. “A name is just a code, it’s best to keep it secret so that others don’t know what we’re doing.”

To put it bluntly, the more idiotic the name we choose, the safer we are.

“Exactly,” Draco nodded. “‘Anti-Umbridge Alliance’—if she hears that name, she might just bring her men to arrest us.”

“Then let’s call it the ‘Ministry of Magic is an Idiot’ team,” Fred suggested.

"This is even worse. This is even less reliable than the 'Anti-Umbridge Alliance'."

“How about the ‘Defense Association’?” Qiu Zhang asked.

"Okay." Harry clapped in support without hesitation.

"What's so good about it?" Aaron rolled his eyes at him speechlessly. Cedric is still alive and well. Even if you want to take advantage of the situation, you don't have to be in such a hurry!

“The 'Defense Association' is really great!” Harry said seriously.

"It's so good that it directly reveals the essence of our organization; people can tell what we do just by hearing it."

"Um... Aaron, what I meant was to take the abbreviation of two words," Qiu said somewhat embarrassedly. "The abbreviation is DA, and since it only has two letters, no one should be able to tell the difference."

“This…” Aaron hesitated for a moment, “If the others agree as well, I have no objection.”

“DA is good,” Ginny said. “It can also represent Dumbledore’s Army.”

“I object,” Draco said indignantly. “Why should I join Dumbledore’s army?”