Chapter 877

Albus Dumbledore!

The boss of the pig head bar, part-time Dumbledore's brother Why does this part-time job sound so weird? However, the fact is that, because of his sister's sake, aberforth is reluctant to have anything to do with Dumbledore. Even in the order of the Phoenix, Fanlin has never heard the name mentioned.

Maybe Sirius they don't understand It should be said that we don't know much about Dumbledore's past.

However, when he came to the pig's head bar, Ron seemed a little excited. Perhaps because of his two brothers, Ron knew more about some habits of pig's head bar than they did.

"Do you know?" Ron whispered, his eyes glowing at the bar. "Here we can order anything we want. I bet that guy will sell us anything. He doesn't care. I've always wanted to try flame whisky... "

"You You are A prefect, Ron Hermione said helplessly.

"Oh," Ron's smile faded. "Yes..."

This makes Ron a little bit depressed, obviously, if you want to taste the flame whiskey, if Hermione is present, you will have to wait until you are an adult.

However, I immediately thought that Hermione was only with van Lin for a long time, and he did not have much contact with Hermione

"Maybe we can go private..." Ron whispered to Harry.

"Don't think I didn't hear you, Ron!" Hermione eyebrows a pick, now Ron is more and more presumptuous, dare to challenge

"Fanlin, maybe you should take Hermione to the teahouse." Ron murmured in a low voice. Hermione still had a lot of prestige. It was a long time ago.

"Well, actually, we did." Van Lim took a sip of butter beer, and his eyes still fell on aberforth, who was talking to someone not far away.

To van Lim's surprise, he could not detect the magic of albus at all. This feeling was the same as that brought by Dumbledore, or

No wonder it was someone who was able to get involved in the fight between Dumbledore and Greenwood.

While thinking silently, Fanlin explored carefully with magic, but soon, Fanlin felt some familiar people, it seemed that his friends had arrived.

Fanlin sat slightly upright, which helps to maintain the image of a teacher. At least after that, he and Harry are responsible for teaching them. As for refusal, those who refuse will not come here.

"So, who do you say is going to meet us here?" Harry couldn't wait. He unscrewed the rusty lid of the Butterbeer and took a big sip.

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

The door of the bar opened, and a cloud of dusty sunlight split the room in two, then disappeared a few seconds later, blocked by a group of people who came in. The most advanced are Neville, Thomas and Colin, followed by Angelina and aliya and (Harry's stomach is pounding) Qiu and a girl who has been chirping with her, and then (she looks like she happened to come in a dream.)

Then there's Colin's brother, then Wiki and Winnie, Luna and Susan born, Wal Mart and Wallace, Lunan, Jeffrey, Tom, and then there's a long braided huffpuff girl, three Ravenclaw boys, and the three boys Well, I don't have any impression.

Behind him was Ginny, a tall, blonde boy with a pointed nose, who Fanlin vaguely remembered as a member of the huffpuff Quidditch team, followed by Fred, George, and their friend Lee Jordan, all three of them holding large paper bags full of Joko's clothes.

"This is How many people? " Harry said uncertainly to Hermione, "how many people?"

"Yes, oh, the idea seems quite popular," said Hermione happily. "Ron, can you pull some more chairs?"

The barman was stunned. He was wiping a glass with a dirty, as if never washed cloth. He had never seen so many people in his bar.

"Well," said Fred, who was the first to come to the bar, and quickly counted his companions, "please give us 25 beers with butter, will you

The bartender looked at him for a moment, then, angrily throwing down his wipes, as if he had been interrupted by something important, he began to take the dirty buttered beer from under the counter.

"Cheers," said Fred, sharing the beer, "but by the way, folks, I don't have enough money to pay so much..."

Harry watched as the chatterers took the beer from Fred and fumbled for the coins in his robe. He can't imagine what so many people are doing here.

"It doesn't matter. I'll..." Fanlin said with some headache. He pressed Harry's hand. "It's just our encouragement for the new students. But, Harry, aren't you happy? Autumn is here..."Said Fanling, and went up to Fred. Although he said it would bring some income to the pig's head bar, it didn't seem that aberforth liked it.

"I'm sorry, sir, but we can't find anywhere." Fanlin put a gold Garon on the counter with a smile. Then albus looked at Van Lin strangely. Then he looked down in the counter to find out. Finally, he got enough change and raced it back to van Lin's hand.

"I don't think it's necessary, but to be on the safe side..." Van Lin bowed a little, and then in the center of the bar, suddenly, the noise around the sound disappeared.

"I hope it doesn't bother you." Van Lin said respectfully, then turned around and stepped into the partitioned tavern.

Different from van Lin, Harry is a flustered one

"What did you tell them?" Said Harry in a low voice. Hermione's efficiency obviously exceeded Harry's expectation. Suddenly, a terrible thought appeared in his mind. They might be looking forward to a speech or something. Thinking of this, Harry felt that he was going to "What do they expect?"

"I've told you they just want to hear what you're going to say," Hermione said comfortingly.

But Harry still looked at her in disbelief, so she quickly added, "you don't need to do anything. I'll speak first."

"Hi, Harry," Neville said, and sat down across from him, beaming. Harry tried to smile at him, but didn't speak. His mouth is very dry. Cho just smiles at him and sits on Ron's right.

Qiu's friend, with curly red hair, didn't smile. She looked at him suspiciously, which clearly indicated that if there was a way, she would not come here.

The newcomers sat in twos and threes around Harry, Ron and Fanling, and Hermione. Some looked quite excited, others were curious. Luna looked up at the sky like a dream. These people could not affect her.

When all the people found their seats, the discussion subsided and everyone looked at Harry.

"Well," said Hermione, her voice a little higher than usual out of nervousness. "So - OH - Hello everyone." Everyone's attention turned to her again, though their eyes were still on Harry from time to time. "So Well Well, you all know why you're here. Well So, Harry's idea - I mean (Harry gave her a sharp look), my idea - might be a good idea for those who want to learn defense against the dark arts - I mean, real learning, you know, it's not the garbage that Umbridge taught us "(Hermione's voice suddenly became stronger and more confident) - because no one could Its defense against the Dark Arts... "

"Well! That's right Thomas echoed that Hermione seemed inspired

"Well, I think that would be great if we, oh, keep the situation in our own hands." She stopped, looked at the van Lin next to her, and said, "so I'm going to learn how to protect myself properly, not just in theory, but in practicing real incantations..."

"But I bet you also want to pass your general wizard level exam in defense against the dark arts?" Mosoli said, her eyes fixed on Hermione.

"Of course," said Hermione immediately. "But more importantly, I want to get the right defensive training because Because... " She took a deep breath and said, "because Lord Voldemort is back."

The immediate response is predictable. Qiu's friend screamed, spilling butter beer on his body. Thomas convulsed unconsciously, Angelina trembled, as if frightened, and Neville let out a strange cry, which he managed to turn into a cough.

All in all, all of them were looking at Harry intently and more intensely.

"Well That's the plan, anyway, "said Hermione. "If you want to join us, we need to decide what to do..."

"Is there any evidence that the man is back?" Said huffpav's blonde Quidditch in an offensive tone.

"Well, Dumbledore believes Said Hermione.

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

"Who are you?" Said Ron rather rudely.

"Henrietta," said the boy, "I think we have the right to know what makes him think the man has come back."

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

"OK, Hermione," Harry said. He was just beginning to understand why there were so many people here. He thought Hermione should have thought of it. Some - perhaps most of them - came in the hope of hearing his first-hand story.

"What makes me think that man is back?" Harry repeated, his 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 won't waste an afternoon trying to convince anyone

Everyone seemed to hold their breath as Harry spoke. Harry had a feeling that even the bartender was listening. He rubbed the same glass with the dirty cloth to make it dirtier.Henrietta said contemptuously: "Dumbledore only told us last year that Cedric Diggory was attacked by the man's men and that you went back to Hogwarts alone, and Cedric dropped out of school. He didn't tell us the details. He didn't say how Digory was attacked or why he left. I think we all want to know - "

" if you're here to hear how Voldemort murdered a person, I can't help you, "Harry said. His temper, which had been so easy these days, rose again, and he did not take his eyes off Henrietta's defiant face, and decided not to see autumn.

"I don't want to talk about Cedric Digory, you know? If you're here for this, you'd better leave

Harry took an angry look at Hermione. All this, he felt, was Hermione's fault. She decided to show him as a weirdo, and they would all see how absurd his story was.

But no one left their seats, not even Henrietta, even though he had been concentrating on Harry's face.

"Well," said Hermione, her voice rising again. "So Like I said If you want to learn defense, we need to figure out how we learn it, how often we meet, and where we learn -- "

" is that true, "interrupted the girl with a long brown braid and looked at Harry:" can you call the patron saint? " There was a burst of interest in the crowd.

"Yes," said Harry, a little irritable. "A shapeless patron saint?" This sentence brought back some of Harry's memories.

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

The girl laughed.

"She's my aunt," she said. "I'm Rosa powers. She told me about your hearing. So - is that true? Have you summoned a stag patron? "

"Yes," said Harry.

"Oh, Harry," said Lee, looking shocked. "I didn't know that at all!"

"Mom told Ron not to spread this around," said Fred, grinning at Harry. "She said a lot of people would pay attention to you that way."

"She's right," Harry said, and a lot of people 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," said Harry, hastily answering. Jordan whistled and the Weasleys exchanged a look of awe.

Harry felt a little hot in his ears, and he looked decidedly at any other place, as long as it wasn't autumn.

"In his first grade," Neville said aloud, "he protected the Sorcerer's stone -"

"sage's stone," Hermione corrected.

"Yes, from that man," Neville said finally.

Everyone's eyes are as big as the sailboat coin.

"Not to mention," said Cho. (Harry looks at her fiercely. She's smiling at him. For a moment, um ）"He completed all the tasks he had done in the warriors competition, passing through dragons, sea monsters, mazes, and so on."

There was a chorus of approval at the table. Harry's stomach was squirming, and he tried to adjust his expression to make him look less cheerful. Just now Qiu's praise for him made what he had vowed to tell them even more difficult to export.

"Look," he said, and everyone immediately fell into silence, "I I don't want to sound humble or anything, but I got a lot of help from other people... "

"Not through the dragon," Moran said immediately. "It's really cool to fly over..."

"Yes, well -" said Harry, feeling it would be rude to deny. "And no one will help you get rid of Dementors this summer," Wallon said. "No," Harry said, "no, well, I know I did something when I wasn't helped, but the point I want to make is

"Are you trying to avoid showing us anything?" Said Henrietta.

"I have an idea," said Ron, before Harry spoke. "Why don't you shut up?"

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