Chapter 529 Y.M.D.A (Modified, Sincerely Thank the Lord for the Silent Viewers)

In the Harris Tower building, Allen, whom Hermione had just mentioned, was stirring a cauldron earnestly, as if the most important thing in the world was to brew the potion in front of him.

Elder brother Albert and Fleur are already engaged, and it's time to settle the matter of arranging Fleur's entry into the Harris Tower. It's a pity that it is difficult to collect the raw materials for making magic enhancement potions, so apart from providing them to new members like Furong, they can only be reserved for Harris' next generation. But at the same time, you can also brew some attribute potions and give them to the members of the umbrella team to fulfill the promise of helping them improve their strength. After all, the materials of attribute potions are relatively not so rare, and there are still a lot left before.

After a row of attribute potions were neatly arranged on the table, Alan stretched his waist and moved his sore arms from constantly stirring the crucible. After all, brewing potions is really not an easy task. In order to ensure the efficacy of the medicine, the amount of medicinal materials must be very precise, and the handling methods of medicinal materials must be correct. In the process of adding the corresponding medicinal materials at the right time, a little negligence may lead to wasting all previous efforts. This is really a lot of effort, but fortunately, it is not necessary to prepare Felicia, otherwise Allen would have to be busy for a whole day Half a year instead of half a day.

After a short break, Allen sent Benny to send a beautifully crafted invitation letter to Fleur, solemnly inviting her to the Harris family's party. By the way, Allen also informed the other members about the party. Obviously, after hearing the news, his mother cared more about the party welcoming Fleur than Allen, so Allen simply entrusted everything to her. Let her arrange it randomly on the first floor of the tower, and she will be happy and relaxed.

Alan set the meeting time on the weekend, so that it would be convenient for other people to spare time to attend the party.

After everything was arranged, Allen turned into a phoenix and teleported back to Durmstrang.

Hogwarts, little wizards walked through the thick snow to go to herbal medicine class through the vegetable field, their robes were blown out and fluttered in the wind. The wind howled and hit the roof of the greenhouse, and Professor Sprout could barely hear what he was saying. Afternoon Care of Fantastic Creatures was moved from outdoors to an empty classroom on the first floor. But whatever the class, Harry and Ron were absent-minded in class, and all they could think about was the first assembly at eight o'clock in the evening.

At dinner, Harry was wolfing down his sausage and mash, and when he looked up to drink his pumpkin juice, he saw Angelina Johnson, captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, watching him.

"What's the matter?" he asked vaguely.

"You look hungry." Angelina said in surprise.

"I just want to finish my meal quickly and set up the place where we're going to practice. Tonight at eight o'clock, on the eighth floor, opposite the tapestry of Barnabas with the troll stick, I'll wait for you there." Harry Said vaguely.

"Okay, Katie and Alia also want to participate, I'll go with them then." Angelina winked at Harry, picked up her books, and left the long table.

Harry and Ron arrived on the eighth floor early. According to Professor Hermione's method, Harry clenched his fists and said silently: "We need a place to learn to fight..." he thought, "Give us a place to practice... we won't be Discover……"

"Harry," said Ron suddenly, as they turned for the third time.

A very smooth door appeared on the wall. Harry grasped the brass handle, opened the door, and led the way into a spacious room. With torches, like in the dungeon. There is a row of wooden bookshelves by the wall, and there are no chairs on the floor, but there are large satin cushions. On the shelf at the other end of the room are various instruments such as looking glasses and secret detectors, and a large demon mirror with cracks. In the center of the field are several wooden dummies with carved masks on their faces. Holding a wand, Harry felt that the mask on its face was a bit like those Death Eater masks he had seen in the last match of the Goblet of Fire.

"They'll be satisfied, won't they? It's better than the Charms classroom in the Harris training class." Ron walked to a row of wooden bookshelves by the wall.

"Look at these books! "Common Spells and Solutions"... "Outsmarting the Dark Arts"..."Self-Defense Spells"...Wow..." Ron stretched out a finger to pick from the rows of thick sheepskin books. On the spine of the book, "Granger's reluctance to join our new society is her loss. If she reads these books, she will regret her choice."

There was a light knock on the door, and Harry turned around to see that Ginny and Neville had arrived. After exchanging pleasantries, Ginny found a copy of "The Ominous Man of Ominous", and sat on the cushion and waited quietly. Harry and Neville chatted alternately, and Ron kept looking at the clock hanging on the wall. At eight o'clock every cushion was filled. Harry went to the door and turned the key in the lock with a satisfying click, and everyone fell silent looking at him.

According to the plan he had pondered over and over in his mind before, Harry arranged for the members to fight in groups, and asked them to start practicing the basic and useful spell of "Disarm".

Harry began to patrol the room, stopping to give comments from time to time. This spell was currently Harry's best spell. He hoped to show his strength during the first training to bring confidence to the members.

Everyone's skills have really improved as Harry expected, even though this is the first training camp. "Very well," said Harry, "but we're going past curfew soon, so here we go. Same time, same place the day after tomorrow?"

"Earlier is better!" Dean Thomas said eagerly, and many people nodded in agreement. Especially after tasting the sweetness, the training effect is particularly good, and the few little wizards can't wait to start the second training.

Due to the large number of participants, they decided to leave in batches to avoid attracting the attention of others. Harry and the others stayed in the Room of Response to continue the discussion.

"The thing is, I still think we should have an official name," said Harry clearly. "It would foster unity and strengthen the collective spirit, wouldn't it?"

??? "The 'Anti-Umbridge League'? This old hag banned you, Harry." Angelina asked expectantly.

??? "Or 'The Ministry of Magic is a team of idiots'?" Fred and George said in unison.

"I think," said Harry, scratching his head, looking at Fred, "that it's better to keep the name out of the way of what we're doing, so we can safely refer to it outside."

After Cedric graduated, he seemed a little lonely, so Qiu Zhang raised his hand a little bit shyly, and said softly: "How about the Defense Association? We can directly call it D.A when we are outside."

??? "Isn't Fudge afraid of Dumbledore organizing a legion? How about calling it Dumbledore's Youth Army? Although it is a bit masculine, it can be called Y.M.D.A for short. I use that Muggle song-YMCA song change Yes, it's more concealed, and others even think we're talking about some new Muggle song." Ron said excitedly, and he felt that the name he thought of was particularly appropriate.

"Good idea! That's it. It's called Dumbledore's Youth Army. Recently, Ron especially likes the one called YMCA when the Muggle songs are played on TV. The rhythm is very bright and can boost morale. We don't even need to modify too much." The lyrics can be used as our team anthem." Harry was recently brainwashed by Ron who hummed every day, and he thought it was good, so he decided on the name of the organization and gave them the organization contact through Hermione. Use Gold Gallon to spread the news.

"But Harry, Granger is really rich. He gave us a hundred reformed Galleons as a communicator at one time, and we only have more than twenty members." Ron thought about Hermione at that time. When I gave them a bag of Galleons, they didn't even blink their eyes, and their expressions were a bit sluggish, which was different from the excitement just now.

As a result, when the day after tomorrow, which was eight o'clock at the agreed time for the second training camp, Harry and Ron couldn't believe their eyes, it was different from the first gathering where every cushion was filled with people, this time There were still a lot of empty cushions when we arrived, and most of the people who came were not of Muggle origin.

Nevertheless, Harry, who was puzzled, still followed his previous plan, arranging the members to fight in groups and continue to practice "Disarm". The effect of the rally was still very significant. Unreliable most of the time, and lacks actual combat training, let alone dueling lessons like Durmstrang.

After the meeting, Harry and Ron, who were puzzled, went back to the Gryffindor common room to ask the reason for the absence of the members who did not come to the party this time, but found that many people had already returned because the time was relatively late. In his own dormitory, there were a few Muggle-background wizards who were still in the lounge. After seeing them come in, they stood up and left the common room and returned to their own room without waiting for them to ask questions.

Having no choice, Harry and Ron wanted to go to Hermione for advice, but found that Hermione was arguing with Romilda Vannie, who was a year younger than her, in the corner of the lounge.

"I don't need you to care about my cat, Romilda! I know how to take care of it." Hermione was clearly angry, and she shouted at the long black-haired Romilda, who made her stand out because she was angry after being yelled at. Her chin protruded even more, she turned around and went back to the room without saying a word.

Harry and Ron looked at each other, a little wanting to stay away from Hermione in the current state, but thinking of their Y.M.D.A, they had to lean closer carefully, "Hermione, what's the matter with you and Romilda?"

Hermione complained to them like a barrage: "I know that for a cat, its weight has been heavier than normal for cats recently, but it has part of the raccoon blood, and it is still orange! Every time They see this and no one will blame the cat, you know what I mean, no one will come to your bedroom and see your cat and say 'what happened to you? Little thing, did you eat too much again? ’, they’d look at me and ask me, ‘What did you do to it?’, it’s really unfair!”

Although Harry and Ron still didn't understand the situation, they knew that they could only nod in agreement at this time.

"Yeah, it's not fair, because I tried it, I used a wand to make it glow, I bought a cat teaser, and I've been running around the dorm saying, 'Come on Crook. Shan, come to exercise', but it just doesn't like to play!" Hermione paused, thinking that when she first became a magical Animagus, she hadn't completely resisted the nature of the manticore , She almost couldn't help rushing towards the light spot when she saw it, Hermione gave a dry cough and changed her reason to complain, "I even mail-ordered it the weight-loss cat food from the Magic Zoo Pet Shop in Diagon Alley, the new product they produced , the rule is to only eat one can a day, but it's losing weight! I swear I'll do my best, and then at two o'clock in the morning Crookshanks will climb up on my bed and stand on my head, it's all thirty Pounds are all on top of my head, and then it's close to my ear and screaming! What can I do? All I can say to it is 'you're right, the weight loss program is over, I don't know you at all I feel like this, I apologize', and then I got up and fed it right away, I have a training class and an umbrella company to manage besides my studies, I have to sleep."

"Uh...you've done a great job." Harry tried to reassure Hermione, but he couldn't help but use the same air that Ron had used when he said goodbye to Fleur at the end of last term.

"Right, I'm in Hogsmeade now, and if I see wizard parents with fat kids, I'll just nod to them, make eye contact and tell them 'I understand you, does he stand there at night? Your head yelling into your ears? I understand, give him what he wants, and we have to sleep'." Hermione was obviously much more comfortable after complaining, and she could really speak in Gryffindor There were not many friends to talk to. After calming down, she looked at Harry who was still a little shocked, "Tell me, what problem can't be solved? But I have to declare in advance that I will not let you copy homework again. You have to do it yourself to learn something.”

Finally having a chance, Harry hurriedly told Hermione about the strange phenomenon in his own training class. Hermione couldn't figure it out. According to their original estimation, Harry should be more famous and popular in the eyes of Muggle-born students, but the result was just the opposite.

"Why isn't my training class YMDA likable?" Harry asked, sitting beside Hermione dejectedly.

"What?" Hermione suddenly turned her head to look at Harry, she couldn't believe her ears, "What are you talking about, what's the name of your intensive training class?"

"YMDA. Short for Dumbledore's Youth." Harry didn't understand why Hermione looked so agitated.

"Oh - yeah - you really don't know?" said Hermione, giggling very un-Hermione, and then trying to suppress the laugh with a little sympathy at the thought of what happened to Harry at his aunt's house , "You know, in addition to the meaning of youth, the direct meaning of youth can also be regarded as the meaning of "young man". Then the lyrics of the song Weasley likes become—"It's a lot of fun to stay at the YMCA ...here's everything a young man could want...you can hang out with other young men.' In fact, in the Muggle world, the song is often used as a rallying cry by pro-gay groups, with gay national anthems In other words, you should watch the MV of this song during the holidays, and the wizard TV replaced it with its own image to avoid trouble."

Harry just drank the water in his mouth and sprayed it out of his nostrils, choking and coughing. Ron's face turned pale in an instant, and then flushed immediately.