Chapter 528 Returning to the Room of Response (Modified, Thanks to the Lord's Silent Viewers)

On the outskirts of the crowd, Hermione disappeared quietly. Outside the castle, she quickly caught up with Professor Traorini, who was pouring wine into her mouth and staggering forward while crying.

"Professor Traorini, let's talk." Hermione called Traorini, who was pale, out of breath. Although she has always disliked this neurotic professor who is almost a liar, but seeing her in such a mess now, she can't help but feel pity in her heart.

Traorini looked suspiciously at the student who had slammed the door out of her class. Judging from the expression on her face, the other party didn't come to laugh at her, so she came to see her off?

Hermione calmed down, handed a clean wet handkerchief to Professor Traorini, and motioned her to wipe her face.

"Thank you, dear." Traorini's voice was still so vague and unreal, and she felt much more refreshed after wiping her face with the handkerchief.

"Professor Traorini, excuse me, do you have any plans?" Hermione watched the other party carefully, for fear that the other party would "predict" something bad again.

"I haven't planned yet, maybe I'll go back to the old house for a while." Traorini pursed her lips, and tears began to roll in her eyes again.

Hermione felt that this was the most normal time for Traorini when she got along with her over the years.

"Professor Traorini, would you like to host a program on Harris Television? They are worried about too few programs. You know, I have a position under the umbrella of the parent company of Harris Television. If you want, I will immediately I'll arrange for you to go to the TV station." Hermione said quickly, and she understood why Professor Minerva McGonagall, who is usually used to strictly analyzing affairs, would do this to Traorini, who usually hates the "imprecise" branch of teaching magic. Pity, now Hermione herself is afraid that the other party's tears will fall again.

"What can I do for them?" Traorini was so surprised that she forgot to wipe away the tears left on her face, and blurted out her question.

"I think you can host the daily divination show, and I think it will be very popular with wizards." Hermione saw Professor Traorini's blank expression, for fear that the other party would not believe it, "You know, since Lavender After Brown's rabbit died, she admired you very much, and she liked to take your divination class, so superstitious... Oh, I mean, there are many witches who are obsessed with divination." At this time, Hermione didn't care that she was in the third grade In the divination class, the death of Lavender's rabbit was used as an example, but it was used as an example to comfort Professor Traorini.

Although Hermione herself has improved on this course when she came into contact with some divination spells after her personal attributes and magic power have been improved, she still doesn't like this kind of knowledge that pays attention to "seeing the future through the fog", but prefers Subjects such as arithmetic and divination made her more visible and tangible.

Speaking of TV, Traorini's eyes lit up. Since Hogwarts had a TV, the emotional TV dramas broadcast on Harris TV have become her favorites-she predicted the emotions of those men and women very accurately .

Noticing Traorini's look, Hermione breathed a sigh of relief, "Professor Traorini, are you willing to join Harris TV?"

"Of course I would, my dear, you can call me Sybil. Besides, I have noticed that your "halo" has been growing since the third grade, don't give up divination." Traorini took Hermione's hand, nodded head.

Looking at Professor Traorini going away, Hermione breathed a sigh of relief, and finally completed Ellen's explanation. In addition to hosting the show on the TV station, Professor Traorini also has a camera in her office to shoot at any time, so as to Make sure that when the great-great-granddaughter of famous soothsayer Cassandra Trelawney makes real predictions, those predictions don't go to waste like they used to.

"Professor Lupine also agreed to join the umbrella. Sure enough, Alan is still very kind. He arranged a way out for those who were victims of political struggles." Thinking of this, Hermione felt that she had done a good deed. Happy and relaxed, she shook her fluffy hair and carefully checked that there was no one around,

The movements were somewhat mechanically imitating the way Luna bounced and walked in memory, humming a little tune and jumping back to the Hogwarts campus.

Hermione's good mood only lasted until the evening. Although she ignored Ron, he was nagging in the Gryffindor common room, complaining to the people around him over and over again about unfairness, shady things, etc. If so, many people left the lounge because of his complaints.

And after Harry tried to stop Ron a few times, he let him complain.

Until Hermione finally couldn't bear it anymore, she clasped the arithmetic and divination book in her hand, crumpled up the manuscript paper used to calculate the number of people and threw it into the trash can, and said coldly to Ron and Harry: "Harry! The Si training class has already been approved by the school, and last year we were awarded the Order of Merlin by the Ministry of Magic, of course Umbridge will not do anything to us."

"Your training class was set up by the son of the Deputy Minister of Magic, and many of the Ministry of Magic officials' own children are among them. Of course Umbridge dare not provoke you, so what's the big deal." Ron said angrily.

Hermione raised an eyebrow, "Weasley, when the training class was first established, you were the one who prevented Harry from joining, and you are also one of the children of Ministry of Magic officials."

Ron opened his mouth, his face flushed, but he had no way to refute and could only sit aside and sulk.

Harry glanced left and right to make sure that there were no other students around them approaching them. After hesitating again and again, he told him what Sirius had told him privately through the fire, "Sirius told me that Fudge didn't want us to accept Combat training, Fudge thinks that Dumbledore is secretly learning from Allen to build legions, and then use these legions to fight against Fudge just like Allen and his family did in the Ministry of Magic. The situation of the Order of the Phoenix is ​​not good, Fudge is blocking them information."

"Fudge is also blocking the news, and the recent frequent disappearances have hardly been reported." Hermione was a little worried when she thought of Fudge asking the TV station to minimize the reported disappearances.

Harry stood dejectedly by the lounge window, looking out at the scenery. "Voldemort has already started to move, he is outside, right? But I have no way to practice spells to protect ourselves, Hermione, you really can't train us? Many people in Gryffindor can't even use your weapon now good."

Hermione felt a little guilty, "Sorry, Harry, the training class really can't call new members, I can't take the risk, but I think you can practice privately with Ginny and Weasley, just two or three people I think you can use The Invisibility Cloak goes to Hagrid for his help, and asks him to keep watch while you practice."

Ron, who had been silent all the time, stood up, his eyes shining: "Harry, maybe we can set up a training class ourselves, I mean, you trained in the Goblet of Fire last year, your black The grades in the magic defense class are very good, and the spells are also used very well. When Professor Lupine taught everyone to use the Patronus Charm, you can already use it. He has been asking you to show the spell on his behalf in class. .”

"You're crazy, who would let me teach? They still think I'm a lunatic and liar, and lied about Voldemort's return in order to get attention! Do you remember Seamus' reaction at the beginning of school?" Harry shook his head quickly Refused, "And I don't know the magic spells that are not taught in schools that are taught in intensive classes."

"I think their first priority now is to learn how to get rid of your weapons. That's pretty good, isn't it buddy? Be optimistic, you can't be worse than that old hag, they will be willing to join, especially When the high-ranking Harris training class is unwilling to accept ordinary people, think about it, this is our own training class, you are the president, and I am the vice president." Ron stood up excitedly, he had already He was envious of Hermione Granger's ability to manage so many people, and he also wanted to gain the attention of others like this.

After a moment of silence, Ron, reminded by Harry, noticed that other people in the common room were looking at him, and sat down awkwardly.

"It's just how do you organize this group? Professor Flitwick provided the Charms classroom as a venue for the Harris training class. I don't think any professor would take the risk of providing you with a venue under the current circumstances. If there are too many people Just don't count on Hagrid, you will cause him to be kicked out of Hogwarts." Hermione's calm words poured cold water on this hotheaded guy.

Ron snorted speechlessly.

"How about the Screaming Shack?" Harry's eyes lit up, and he thought of the place where Professor Lupine transformed, which was very hidden.

"No one usually goes to that place." Ron retched a bit after he finished speaking, he didn't dare to look Harry and Hermione in the eyes, for fear that they would also recall the bad memories of his third grade that he would never forget.

But Hermione snorted, and Harry looked at her, "Back then Sirius and the others met at the Shrieking Shack," Hermione said, "and they could all turn into Animagus, and I think if you want to If, as I just suggested, they can squeeze into an invisibility cloak. But how many people do you want to organize? And you can't become Animagus, so what you need is not an invisibility cloak, but It's a big invisible tent..."

"Forget it then." Harry said, looking a little discouraged, "Let us practice on our own. Anyway, I, the liar in their eyes, probably won't be able to gather many people, so let's just leave them alone."

Hermione was worried that they would be found and punished by Umbridge for their reckless establishment of a training class, but thinking of those disappearance cases and the poor level of spellcasting of other Gryffindors, she hesitated and unconsciously let it go With a tone of voice: "I know that there is a place that may be more suitable for your situation."

"Where?" Harry and Ron asked in unison.

"The Response Room, I can show you there first." Before leaving, Hermione tidied up the books on the table and stood up.

Hermione took the two of them to the eighth floor of the castle. Opposite the tapestry where the troll beat Barnabas with a stick, Hermione asked Harry and Ron to stand next to him, and stood between the tapestry and the human-sized vase. He walked three times to make the entrance appear automatically, and then told the two of them how to enter.

It was only after Hermione entered that she realized that she hadn't focused on wanting a room where she could train spells, but she was used to entering the room that Ellen used to study Animagus. What it looked like back then, except for those books, the parchment that recorded knowledge has been taken back, but those stationery and the long table are still here, and there are some claw marks on the long table for some reason... There is also an indescribable strange smell in the air.

"Why is it so messy?" Harry asked in surprise, looking at the decorations scattered on the floor.

Hermione pursed her lips, "When I first entered, I didn't concentrate on the need for the training room. You won't enter this room when you come by yourself next time. The training facilities you need will appear in front of you. The Room of Response, as long as Whatever you need, there will be."

"Hey, Granger, come over and have a look. Alan doesn't know which girl he has established a relationship with. Their names are engraved on the wall together." Ron suddenly pointed to a wall and shouted to Hermione.

Hearing this, Hermione's eyes fixed on Ron's finger, she walked forward, pushed away Harry who was standing in front of the wall, and saw the writing on the wall - written crookedly and backwards The abbreviated name "R·R" was engraved next to Alan Harris' name.

Hermione's fingers slid across the two names, looking at the marks, the initials were obviously engraved later, Hermione shrugged, and explained helplessly: "It's just another girl who has a crush on Allen. It's just that she was lucky enough to find the Room of Requirement. Knowing that Alan was not at school, many people secretly stuffed love letters into his dormitory. Howard complained several times that girls had sneaked into the dormitory in the middle of the night. But it doesn't matter , Alan won’t read those boring letters anyway.”

Ron heard that he was a little jealous of Alan's female popularity, and he decided not to continue humiliating himself on this topic. "Hmph, don't look at it, Harry, what's the name of our intensive training class? The Potter intensive training class doesn't sound prestige at all."