Chapter 866 Harry’s Personal Commendation

Aberforth Dumbledore!

Owner of the Pig's Head Bar, part-time job as Dumbledore's brother... Why does this part-time job sound so weird? However, this is the fact. Because of his sister, Aberforth is very reluctant to have anything to do with Dumbledore. Even in the Order of the Phoenix, Fan Lin has never heard anyone mention this name.

Perhaps it could be said that Sirius and the others didn't understand Dumbledore's past at all...it should be said that they didn't understand Dumbledore's past well enough.

However, Ron seemed a little excited when he came to the Pig's Head Bar. Perhaps it was because of his two brothers. Ron knew far more about the habits of the Pig's Head Bar than they did.

"You know what?" Ron whispered, looking around the bar eagerly. "We can order anything we want here. I bet that guy will sell us anything, he doesn't care. I've always wanted to try Firewhiskey..."

"You...you are...a prefect, Ron!" Hermione said helplessly.

"Oh," Ron's smile faded. "yes……"

This made Ron feel a little depressed. Obviously, if he wanted to taste Firewhiskey if Hermione was present, he would have to wait until he was an adult.

However, he then thought that Hermione had only been with Fan Lin for a long time, and he had not had much contact with Hermione...

"Maybe we can do it in private..." Ron whispered to Harry.

"Don't think I didn't hear it, Ron!" Hermione raised her eyebrows. Now Ron is getting more and more bold and dares to challenge...

"Fan Lin, maybe you should take Hermione to a teahouse." Ron muttered in a low voice. Hermione is still very authoritative, and she has been accumulating prestige for a long time.

"Uh, actually, we have been there." Fan Lin took a sip of butterbeer, his eyes still falling on Aberforth, who was talking to someone not far away.

What surprised Fanlin was that he couldn't detect Aberforth's magic power at all. This feeling was the same as what Dumbledore brought to him, or...

No wonder he was the one who could intervene in the struggle between Dumbledore and Grindelwald.

Fan Lin was thinking silently while using his magic power to carefully explore, but soon, Fan Lin felt that some familiar people, who seemed to be his friends, had arrived.

Fan Lin sat upright slightly, which was conducive to maintaining the image of a teacher. At least he and Harry would be responsible for teaching them in the future. As for refusal, those who would refuse would not come here.

"So, who do you think is going to meet us here?" Harry seemed impatient to wait. He unscrewed the rusty lid of Butterbeer and took a big sip.

"Just a few people," Hermione repeated, looking at her watch and looking out the door anxiously. "I asked them to come here around this time, I think they all know each other - oh, look, that's probably them."

The door of the bar opened, and a ball of sunlight mixed with dust split the room into two. It disappeared again after a few seconds, and was blocked by a group of people coming in. The first to be pulled in were Neville, Thomas and Colin, followed closely by Angelina, Alya and...(Harry's stomach tightened)...Qiu and a girl who had been chirping with her. The child, then (she looked as if she had stumbled in in a dream.)

Then came Colin's younger brother, then brother and sister Vicky and Winnie, Luna and Susan Bonn, Wal-Mart and Vallon, Lunan, Jeffere, Tom, and then there was a retainer whose name Lin didn't know. The pigtailed Hufflepuff girl, the three Ravenclaw boys, those three human boys... Well, I don't have much of an impression either.

Behind him was Ginny, followed closely by a tall blond boy with an upturned nose. Fan Lin vaguely remembered that he was a member of Hufflepuff's Quidditch team. The last members of the team were Fred and George. and their friend Lee Jordan, all three of them holding large paper bags filled with Zuko.

"How many people is this?" Harry asked Hermione uncertainly, "How many people?"

"Yeah, oh, that idea seems to be quite popular," Hermione said happily: "Ron, can you drag in a few more chairs?"

The bartender was stunned. He was wiping a glass with a dirty cloth that seemed to have never been washed. He had never seen so many people in his bar.

"Okay," said Fred, who was the first to come to the bar and quickly counted the people who came with him, "please give us... five cups of butterbeer, okay?"

The bartender looked at him for a moment, and then, throwing down his dishcloth petulantly, as if he were being interrupted in the middle of something important, he began to take a dirty bottle of butterbeer from under the counter.

"Cheers," said Fred, handing out the beers, "but come on, guys, I don't have enough money to pay for that..."

Harry watched blankly as the chattering men took the beers from Fred's hand and fumbled for coins in their robes. He couldn't imagine what so many people were doing here.

"It's okay, I'll do it..." Fan Lin said with a headache, he pressed Harry's hand, "Just think of it as our encouragement for the new students, but Harry, aren't you happy, Qiu But here we come..."

Fan Lin said and walked towards Fred. Although this could bring some income to the Pig Head Bar, it seemed that Aberforth didn't like this.

"I'm sorry, sir, but we can't find it anywhere." Fan Lin placed a gold galleon on the counter with a smile, and then Aberforth gave Fan Lin a strange look, then lowered his head inside the counter. After searching, he finally collected enough change, and then returned it to Fan Lin's hands.

"Although I don't think it's necessary, but just to be on the safe side..." Fan Lin bowed slightly, and then made a light stroke in the center of the bar. Suddenly, the noisy sounds around him disappeared.

"I hope this won't disturb you." Fan Lin said respectfully, then turned around and walked into the divided tavern.

Unlike Fan Lin, Harry was in a panic...

"What did you tell them?" Harry whispered. Hermione's efficiency clearly exceeded Harry's expectations, and suddenly a terrible thought appeared in his mind. They might be expecting a speech or something. Thinking of this, Harry felt like he was about to... "What are they expecting?" "

"I've told you, they only want to hear what you have to say," Hermione said soothingly.

But Harry still looked at her with distrust, so she quickly added, "You don't have to do anything, I'll speak first."

"Hi, Harry," Neville said, sitting down opposite him beaming. Harry tried to smile at him but said nothing. His mouth was very dry. Cho just smiled at him and sat to Ron's right.

Qiu's friend, who had curly red hair, did not smile and looked at him very suspiciously. Her eyes clearly indicated that she would not come here if she could help it.

The new arrivals sat in twos and threes around Harry, Ron, Fan Lin and Hermione. Some looked quite excited, while others were curious. Luna looked up at the sky dreamily. These people were not. It cannot affect her.

When everyone found their seats, the chatter died down and everyone looked at Harry.

"Yeah," Hermione said, her voice a little higher than usual out of nervousness. "So - oh - hello everyone." Everyone's attention turned to her again, although their eyes were still aimed at Harry from time to time. "So...well...well, everyone knows why you're here. Well...well, Harry's idea - I mean (Harry gave her a pointed look), my idea - to those It might be a good idea for people who want to learn Defense Against the Dark Arts - I mean, real learning, you know, not the rubbish Umbridge taught us." (Hermione's voice suddenly became stronger and louder. A little more confident) - because no one can call it Defense Against the Dark Arts..."

"Great! That's right!" Thomas echoed, and Hermione looked inspired...

"Well, I think it would be nice if we, oh, take the situation into our own hands." She paused, looked at Fan Lin next to her, and continued, "So I plan to learn how to properly protect On your own, not just theoretically, but practicing real spells…”

"But, I bet you also want to pass the ordinary wizard level exam in your Defense Against the Dark Arts class, right?" Mossoli said, staring at Hermione closely.

"Of course," Hermione said immediately. "But more importantly, I want to get proper defense training because...because..." she took a deep breath and said, "because the Dark Lord Voldemort has returned."

The immediate reaction was predictable. Autumn's friend screamed, spilling butterbeer on himself. Thomas twitched unconsciously, Angelina trembled as if frightened, and Neville let out a strange cry which he managed to turn into a fit of coughing.

In short, everyone looked at Harry intently and even more eagerly.

"Well... that's the plan, no matter what," Hermione said. "If you want to join us, we need to decide what to do..."

"What evidence is there that that man is back?" Hufflepuff's blond Quidditch player said in an aggressive tone.

"Well, Dumbledore believes..." Hermione said.

"You mean, Dumbledore believes him," a blond boy nodded to Harry.

"Who are you?" said Ron rather rudely.

"Henrietta," said the boy, "I think we have a right to know what made him think the man had returned."

"Look," Hermione interrupted quickly, "that's not what we're going to discuss at this meeting -"

"Okay, Hermione," said Harry. He just began to understand why there were so many people here. He thought Hermione should have thought of that. Some—perhaps most—come hoping to hear his story firsthand.

"What makes me think that man is back?" Harry repeated, eyes fixed, "I saw him. Dumbledore told the whole school what happened, and if you don't believe him, you don't have to believe me. , and I’m not going to waste an afternoon trying to convince anyone.”

Everyone looked like they were holding their breath as Harry spoke. Harry had a feeling even the bartender was listening. He wiped the same glass with the dirty rag, making it even dirtier.

Henrietta said contemptuously: "Dumbledore just told us last year that Cedric Diggory was attacked by that man's men, and you returned to Hogwarts alone. Cedric dropped out of school directly afterwards. He did not He didn't tell us the details. He didn't say how exactly Diggory was attacked or why he left. I think we all want to know-"

"If you came here to hear how Voldemort murdered a man, I can't help you," Harry said. His temper, which had been prone to outbursts these days, was now rising again, and he did not take his eyes off Henrietta's defiant face, and decided not to look at Autumn.

"I don't want to talk about Cedric Diggory, you know that? If that's what you're here for, you'd better get out of there."

Harry glanced at Hermione angrily. All of this, he felt, was Hermione's fault. She decides to present him as a weirdo, and of course they all come to see how ridiculous his story really is.

But no one left their seats, not even Henrietta, although he kept staring intently at Harry's face.

"So," Hermione said, her voice rising again. "So... like I said... if you want to learn defense, then we need to plan out how we're going to learn it, how often we're going to meet and where we're going to-"

"Is that true?" The girl with long brown braids interrupted her and looked at Harry: "Can you summon the Patronus?" There was a burst of interested discussion from the crowd.

"Yes," Harry said a little irritably. "A Patronus with a form?" This sentence brought back some memories in Harry's mind.

"Well - you don't know Bos, do you?" Harry suddenly recalled a woman he met at the hearing.

The girl smiled.

"She's my aunt," she said. "I'm Rosa Bowes, and she told me about your hearing. So—is that true? You summoned a stag patronus?"

"Yes," said Harry.

"Gee, Harry," said Lee, looking shocked, "I had no idea about this!"

"Mum told Ron not to tell anyone about this," Fred said, grinning broadly at Harry. "She said that way a lot of people would notice you."

"She's right," Harry said, and many laughed.

"So did you kill a basilisk with the sword in Dumbledore's office?" Wallon asked: "This is what a portrait on the wall told me when I was there last year..."

"Well - yes, I did, yes," Harry said quickly. Jordan whistled, and the Weasley brothers exchanged a look of awe.

Harry felt a little hot at the base of his ears, and he looked resolutely anywhere else, as long as it wasn't Autumn.

"In his first year," Neville shouted to the group, "he protected the Sorcerer's Stone—"

"The Philosopher's Stone," Hermione corrected.

"Yes, from that man," Neville said at last.

Everyone's eyes were as big as sailing coins.

"Not to mention," Cho said (Harry looked at her sharply, she was looking at him with a smile, and for a moment, um...) "He accomplished all the tasks he completed in the Warriors Competition in 2017, passed dragons, Kraken and Labyrinth and more.”

There was a burst of agreement around the table. Harry's stomach was lurching and he tried to adjust his expression so that he didn't look too cheerful. Qiu's praise for him just now made what he had vowed to tell them even more difficult to say.

"Look," he said, and everyone fell silent again, "I...I don't want to sound like I'm being modest or anything, but...I got a lot of help from other people..."

"Not when passing the dragon," Moran said immediately. "It was pretty cool when it flew over..."

"Yeah, well -" said Harry, feeling it would be rude to deny it. "And there's no one to help you get rid of those dementors this summer," Varon said. "No," said Harry, "No, well, I know I did some things when no one was helping me, but the point I want to make is..."

"Are you trying to avoid showing us something?" Henrietta said.

"I have an idea," Ron said loudly before Harry could speak, "Why don't you shut up?" (To be continued)