I swung a sword at Hogwarts

The emergence of Xingtu just saved us from these troubles. We could even say that old Batty enjoyed the fruits of his labor.

The more Voldemort's power can be weakened, the better it will be for the Ministry of Magic.

Don't think that old Barty is very kind. It was he who lifted the restrictions on using the Unforgivable Curses on Death Eaters, which made him what he is today.

When the Aurors returned, it was as if nothing had happened.

Only Voldemort would go on a rampage in Malfoy Manor.

Even before we surfaced, the situation was already tense.

At the same time, the three little ones who were setting up a special training class for Defense Against the Dark Arts ran into trouble.

They needed a place where they could practice magic, but that place had to be hidden so that Umbridge wouldn't find it.

This condition alone made the three kids rack their brains.

There are many empty rooms in Hogwarts, but none of them meet the requirements.

A place Umbridge promised not to go, not unless they had a place like the Star-Swarm Club.

Thinking of this, Harry was very distressed.

As one of the initiators, he also needs someone to be the leader.

The heavy responsibility of this matter fell firmly on his shoulders.

There is also Quidditch training and OWL study tasks, each of which weighs heavily on him.

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Chapter 301 Dumbledore's Army and the Star-Swarm Society

Harry had a dream.

He walked down a windowless corridor, his footsteps echoing in the silence.

His heartbeat quickened as the door at the end of the corridor drew closer.

If only I could push it open... and walk inside...

He reached out his hand…his fingers were inches away from it.

"Harry Potter, sir!"

Harry woke with a start.

The candles in the common room had gone out, and something was moving nearby.

The fire was almost gone and the room was dark.

"Who?" Harry sat up straight, a hint of nervousness in his expression.

"Dobby brought your owl, sir!"

A shrill voice and a short body.

It's Dobby.

The free house-elf came to work at Hogwarts.

Hedwig.

The last time Hedwig brought a reply, she was injured, so Harry had to leave Hedwig to Professor Grubbly-Plank's care.

Hedwig was clearly well cared for, as she was standing on top of Dobby's layers of hat, calling out calmly.

Harry looked at Dobby in surprise. The hat on Dobby's head was so thick that it pushed his ears down, making him look like he was two or three feet taller.

The styles of those hats, Harry remembered, had been knitted by Hermione herself.

Unexpectedly, Dobby picked them all up.

"Dobby volunteered to return Harry Potter's owl!" Dobby squeaked, his enthusiasm for Harry as deep as ever. "Professor Grubbly-Plank says it's healed."

He bowed so low that the tip of his nose scraped the worn carpet, and Hedwig was on his head, yelping with displeasure and flying over to the arm of Harry's chair.

Harry patted Hedwig's head and thanked Dobby.

He blinked, trying to clear away what he saw in his dream.

Looking at Dobby's scarf and socks, Harry hesitated and asked, "Did you take all the clothes Hermione left here?"

"Oh, no, sir," said Dobby cheerfully, "Dobby also gave some to Winky."

Speaking of the alcoholic house-elf, Harry asked curiously, "How is Winky?"

"Winky is still an alcoholic, sir," Dobby said sadly, referring to the current attitude of the house-elves towards Gryffindors.

"They won't clean Gryffindor Tower anymore, there are hats and socks everywhere, they think it's an insult."

Dobby did all the cleaning of Gryffindor Tower during this period, and he also took away all the things left by Hermione.

"Dobby always wanted to meet Harry Potter, and tonight he got his wish as usual." Dobby bowed deeply, looked at Harry timidly and asked: "Dobby heard him talking in his sleep. Did Harry Potter have a nightmare?"

Harry recalled the scene he had just dreamed of, rubbed his eyes, yawned and said, "Fortunately, I have done worse things."

Dobby looked at Harry, lowered his ears and said seriously: "Dobby wants to help Harry Potter, because Harry Potter freed Dobby and made Dobby happy."

"You can't help me, but thank you anyway." Harry knew that his problem was tricky, and he hadn't figured out the dream yet.

When he picked up the Potions textbook that had fallen to the ground, he thought of something and asked, "There's something you might be able to help me with, Dobby."

Dobby beamed, his voice excited as he said, "Speak, Harry Potter, sir!"

"I need a place where twenty-seven people can practice Defense Against the Dark Arts without being discovered by the teachers," Harry clutched the textbook nervously, "especially Professor Umbridge."

He thought this matter would embarrass Dobby, but the fact was that Dobby jumped up excitedly.

"Dobby knows a wonderful place," Dobby was very happy that he could help Harry Potter.

"Other elves have mentioned that we call it the 'Come and Go Room', or the 'Room of Requirement'."

Harry didn't expect that he could actually find out the best place from Dobby.

He suddenly recalled that Dumbledore had mentioned this place at last year's banquet.

At that time, Dumbledore said he wanted to go to the toilet and found a place with many different chamber pots.

Harry was pleasantly surprised and learned the location from Dobby. He found Hermione and Ron the next day and told them.

They notified the other students who had signed up at the Hog's Head to gather on the eighth floor at eight o'clock, opposite the tapestry where the troll was beating up the fool Barnabas.

The three little ones arrived at the eighth floor at 7:30. In order to avoid being discovered, Harry also brought the Marauder's Map with him.

After observing for a while and finding that no one was coming, he started to do as Dobby said.

Hermione walked back and forth here three times, muttering to herself.

"We need a place to learn to wrestle."

The three of them concentrated and walked three times, and a very smooth door appeared on the wall.

Room of Requirement.

Ron was wary, and Harry opened the door.

What caught my eye was a bookshelf filled with various books on Defense Against the Dark Arts.

There is also a magic mirror that the fake Moody once used.

A human-shaped target similar to the one Professor Hilde uses in class.

Hermione went forward and flipped through the books in surprise, and a black book caught her attention.

She walked over and flipped through the book. It was a collection of stories.

She recalled that John seemed to enjoy holding the book.

The Tales of Beedle the Bard

It was eight o'clock and students arrived one after another.

They were all amazed that there was such a room in Hogwarts.

Fred and George frowned, the last time they came here, this was a place to store brooms.

Hermione proposed electing a leader, and Harry was chosen without surprise.

They thought of some names.

Defense Association, or DA for short.

It can also be understood as Dumbledore's Army.

If the Ministry really wants to raise an army to deal with Dumbledore, then they join Dumbledore's Army.

Harry's heart was pounding. Dumbledore's Army was just like the Order of the Phoenix that his parents had joined.

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Star Club.

Malfoy had to go on a training camp after Quidditch training, which made Neville feel a little embarrassed to bully him.

"You can't beat me even if you have only one leg."

Daphne rolled her eyes at the shouting Malfoy. The only thing that was tough about this man was his words.

John poured Malfoy a glass of juice that would help him recover.

Malfoy groaned as he finished his drink.

Now everyone in the Star Club is working hard to become stronger, and they never stop training even during holidays.

Daphne's magic skills were becoming more and more proficient, so Cedric's level 4 Transfiguration was no problem.

Neville and Malfoy are the two physical training stars of the Star Society. Now they have the physique to kill ordinary wizards in seconds.

With the equipment John gave them, they could deal with the Aurors head-on.

The last time John delivered Tang Mi's gift, he heard Professor Oz and Professor McGonagall complaining that these students were not even proficient in the Disarming Charm in their fifth year.

Professor McGonagall was also embarrassed; their Defense Against the Dark Arts classes were always terrible.

Lupin’s teachings are good, but unfortunately they are all aimed at magical creatures.

Lupin didn't teach much about wizards.

At the same time, Oz's classroom also reflects many problems. Hogwarts students are seriously lacking in certain aspects.

To say that it is a happy education is a compliment.

There is simply no education.

John put down his gift and went away without disturbing Oz.

Malfoy rubbed his hands in the Star Club and said: "This time I must humiliate Potter."

In the re-opened Quidditch match, Slytherin's opponent is Gryffindor.

As the last champion team, Malfoy couldn't wait to see Potter's sour face after his failure.

For this reason, Malfoy took out his precious Firebolt and carefully maintained and inspected it. He didn't want his Firebolt to have any problems when he flew it.

"Cedric, don't think you can tell me what to do just because you're the president. You're no match for me on the Quidditch field."

As a trash talker, Malfoy did not forget the other Seeker in the Star Club.

Cedric smiled helplessly. In this regard, even if he had the skills, it would not be enough. After all, the equipment gap was there.

If he had a firebolt, he might have replied with some toughness.

John had a smile on his face, looking forward to the scene.

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Chapter 302 Black Lake and the Giant Octopus

Malfoy is very busy now. Slytherin has changed his previous style since his third year.