Announcement in Chapter 136:

"You didn't say there were so many people."

They were no longer at the Three Broomsticks where they usually go. Instead, Hermione led the way through an inconspicuous path in Hogsmeade Village and walked into a place that was not usually visited at all. Why have you ever noticed the Pig Head Bar?

A tattered wooden sign hung from a rusty iron frame, with a severed pig's head painted on it. The bar here is not as bright and spacious as the Three Broomsticks. The entire Pig's Head Bar is a dirty, small room, exuding a strong smell of mutton. The thick windows were covered with dirt accumulated over the course of countless years.

Hermione was still very nervous when she first arrived. She looked at Daphne, who was keeping a certain distance from them: "I told you, this idea must be very popular. I called some, and Daphne and Astoria found some more. I didn't expect..."

She turned her eyes to the students who came in one after another, and closed her mouth in time.

There were many familiar faces here - Angelina, Neville, Cedric, Cho Chang, Katie, Parvati Padma, Luna who seemed to wander in accidentally, and several people Harry didn't recognize. Behind a group of Hufflepuff students, Fred George and their friend Li Jordan walked in smiling and holding several large bags of things bought from Zuko's Joke Shop.

There were clearly five or six girls standing sparsely in the corner. They crossed their arms and tried to stay as far away from the crowd as possible, and unanimously chose to move closer to Daphne and Astoria.

Harry's mouth suddenly felt dry. They don't look like they are here to attend extracurricular tutoring classes, but rather like they are here to listen to a lecture. The looks from those Slytherin girls made him even more confused.

"What on earth did you tell them?" He couldn't help but feel a little angry at Daphne and Hermione.

"I originally wanted to tell them that you have something to say to them," Hermione glanced at Daphne uneasily, and continued after seeing the latter's indifferent expression, "But, Daphne changed the way she said it - tell them you I have to give a speech."

Seeing Harry's face getting more and more ugly, she immediately comforted him: "It's okay, they just want to hear what you have to say, it's no big deal."

Daphne took over before Harry could say anything. I'm sorry for taking the initiative, Potter. But we need someone to say something. You should know very well how good Mu Yu is in this area."

When Mu Yu was mentioned, everyone fell into silence. At the same time, people who came in one after another also found their seats, stopped talking, and silently focused their eyes on the first five people, mostly focusing on Harry.

"You don't need to say anything now, I'll go first," Hermione whispered to Harry, cleared her throat, and focused her attention on her, "Well, hello, everyone."

"That's right, ha . Leigh came up with it... No," she immediately changed her words when she met Harry's angry gaze, "It was me and Daphne who came up with it. If anyone wants to learn Defense Against the Dark Arts... no one admits that Umbridge teaches it in class. Those things must be defense skills. I was thinking that we should solve the problem ourselves."

"No, it's not just defense skills, but combat," Daphne took it naturally, "We need someone to teach us. Our correct fighting skills."

As soon as he finished speaking, the yellow-haired Hufflepuff boy let out a short weird laugh, and the Slytherin girls looked at Daphne as if they were freaks.

"I'm sorry to interrupt you, Greengrass," the boy with yellow hair raised his hand first, "I don't quite understand what you mean. I don't seem to see the need."

"Because, because," Aspen Tolia didn't want anyone to question her sister, so before Daphne could answer, she took the initiative and said, "Because Voldemort is back."

Saying this name seemed to have exhausted all her strength, and she almost leaned on Daphne. Daphne was also trembling, but still held her steady.

The effect of saying the name is immediate. Autumn's friend screamed and knocked the butterbeer on the table, Terry Butt twitched, and Parvati shuddered as hard as Daphne.

"More than that," Daphne squeezed Astoria's hand and continued, "He, and Mu Yu, want to become the gods who rule everyone, so that we can believe in the dogma they wrote and follow them to the letter. Umbridge has already begun to do what they want, to tame our descendants and turn them into slaves who are only loyal to them for generations."

Her words were like a bolt from the blue, and the crowd fell silent. The discussion began again. The boy with yellow hair raised the Daily Prophet in his hand: "But that's not what it says here. Have you read the news? The authority does not deny the existence of God, nor does it deny that betraying God may lead to punishment. It seems to make some sense," he said bravely despite Hermione's angry eyes, "I mean Muggles are indeed becoming more and more rampant nowadays. To be honest, I know several relatives who have been accidentally killed by Muggles recently. Attacked, if there is such a person... No matter it is that person or whoever it is, he may really be different... Can end all this, and even bring the wizarding world to a higher level..."

He became incoherent: "After all, after all, there is nothing now. It didn't happen. People like Burns...were all affected by Muggles. As long as we are careful..."

"My aunt was killed," a sob interrupted him, and everyone's eyes focused on Susan. On Burns, this girl who had always been gentle and weak was now bursting with tears, her face was red, and she looked at the yellow-haired boy with a look that could be called hatred, "You should be ashamed, Zacharis. This is a murder, Just because my aunt expressed a different opinion! Are you crazy? You still expect them to be merciful and hope that we will be safe if we follow their rules. What are the rules? They will kill you if they want, and they will also reason with you."

Since entering the school Susan Burns had never spoken such a long paragraph in one breath since, and she was not used to it. As soon as she finished speaking, she collapsed on the chair and sobbed softly.

"Okay," the girl who came with Daphne Astoria was quite impatient. She quickly glanced at the crowd and finally fixed her gaze on Harry, "Potter, you have to give us a reason. Whether it's a mystery The person's return is still Mu Yu's business. According to what you said, they want to become the gods who rule us. What's the benefit of us fighting against them? We are all students. What power do you have? What evidence do you have to prove that that person is back and wants to. Do that."

"Dumbledore believes that..."

before Hermione could finish her words, the girl interrupted directly regardless of Daphne's eyes: "I don't think Dumbledore's words are so convincing now. I just want to hear what Potter said. , find out why he insists that the mysterious man is back, and must involve Mu Yu. "To be honest, it is very difficult for me to accept this."

"This is not what we should discuss at this gathering..."

Hermione quickly interjected, ha. Li stopped her.

"It's okay, Hermione."

Only then did he understand why so many people came. Most of the people in this group just wanted to hear for themselves how he made up lies and bizarre stories.

But Daphne was right. Mu Yu could calmly confuse right and wrong in front of several school principals, Ministry of Magic officials and the whole school, and even speak eloquently in the Ministry of Magic. They really should do something.

If you don't say it, I'm afraid no one will listen, let alone believe it.

"Because I saw them in the second project. You ask me a thousand times, ten thousand times, and the answer is still the same. I don't want to waste time convincing others to believe me," he tried his best to suppress the anger of being doubted, " I also saw people die at their hands. If you want to hear how they kill, I really can't help you. Hannah is right, they never need a reason to kill."

Even after several days, he still couldn't forget the glittering ghosts that surrounded him at that time, and his tone couldn't help but choke with sobs: "I saw it with my own eyes. Those ghosts were talking around me, and a Muggle man asked me to go to Alaska to ask him. His wife and daughter took the message, and his daughter had just learned to walk..."

He originally thought that these were all unspeakable experiences, but he didn't expect to talk about them so naturally, smoothly and heartily: "It's just a wave of a magic wand and a chant of a spell. One family is gone. They can use various excuses to destroy one family after another in the name of the supremacy of God. I don’t care what you think about Dumbledore, but now we can sit here peacefully. There are no other worries except putting up with that old woman. This is all thanks to Dumbledore and the people who are fighting hard outside."

He took a hard sip of butterbeer and suppressed the astringency in the corners of his eyes: "But who knows. How long can such a life last? As long as we call this place our home, we should stand up and protect our home, which is also to rebuild a complete home for thousands of homeless people, at least here. There will be no messy rules at home, and no one will kill you anytime and anywhere based on their mood."

No one spoke, and the most irritated Zach Rice-Smith chose to remain silent at this time. Even the owner of the Pig Head Bar seemed to have listened. He lowered his head and wiped the extremely dirty table repeatedly.

Sure enough, they were still looking at a monster.

"I can't actually teach you anything, Cedric, Hermione, you are far better than me..."

"No, Harry, you don't need to underestimate yourself at all," Cedric, who had been silent since he walked in, stopped him from thinking. The intention to continue, "In the first grade, you protected the stone alone. In the second grade, you killed the basilisk. In the third grade, you were able to summon the patron saint to drive away the dementors. This year, you completed two outstanding achievements." Project..."

He stopped Harry's retort: ​​"More importantly, you escaped from him and even defeated him several times. This is unmatched by anyone. Harry, as long as you are here, you can do it. They can never become true gods."

"I believe you, Harry," Qiu Zhang, who was sitting next to Cedric, also said, "I still have several distant relatives living in the east..."

It seemed that he had thought of it. What bad things? She swallowed and then said firmly: "You... can't imagine what the East has become now. There are no homes in the South anymore. They preach that gods are the only family, and all love , admiration, and hope must all be contributed to the gods. "

Now this meeting is more than just a matter of discussing extracurricular tutoring classes.

The eagerness in a pair of eyes was no different from the longing in Daphne's eyes that day, but the light eyes were like heavy mountains pressing on Harry's head.

He finally understood where the sympathy and compassion in Dumbledore's eyes in the headmaster's office that day came from.

"I..."

"If you refuse again, I will think that you called us here just for fun and to be cunning. You don't want to show us these magics."

Zacharias interrupted inappropriately.

"I have an idea," Ron shouted directly, "Why can't you shut up?"

"Okay, okay," Hermione immediately came out to smooth things over, "Then do we all agree that Harry will teach us?"

She mainly looked at Towards Slytherin.

Everyone murmured in agreement, the Slytherin girls nodded imperceptibly, and even Zacharis didn't say anything more.

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief: "Then we need to set a time...Harry still has to compete. I think it's best once a week, if possible twice..."

"Wait," Daphne asked another question, "We need to Find a place to meet. That old woman has re-established a bunch of school rules. I guarantee that our actions today are absolutely prohibited. We need to find a place that is quiet enough and secluded enough..."

Everyone started thinking hard.

"Professor McGonagall in the Transfiguration Classroom should agree," Dean said.

"No, this matter is too big, we can't involve Professor McGonagall." Hermione immediately retorted seriously.

"I know there is a place," Astoria suddenly spoke in a low voice when everyone was undecided about where the class would be held. When she spoke, everyone fell silent. Even Daphne looked at her in surprise, "In A room will appear out of thin air on a blank wall on the eighth floor, but I'm not sure. If you have a chance, you can go and see it. "

" Leah, how do you know?" Daphne asked everyone's question.

"I don't know who put 'Hogwarts: A History of the School' in the common room yesterday. There was this note on the cover of the book."

"Well, we will find time to go to the eighth floor to take a look. Wait. I will send a message to everyone when the time and place of the first gathering are confirmed." Hermione temporarily suppressed her doubts, rummaged in her bag for a while, took out the parchment and quill, and paused for a long time, seeming to be struggling to make a decision. , "I want each of you to write down your name so that you know who is here today. And once you sign, you will never disclose this matter to Umbridge or anyone else."

Many . When people asked for autographs, they couldn't help but show some reluctance. However, more than just why, maybe it was because of the inexplicable excitement of doing such a thing for the first time, or because of Harry's sincere expression of affection just now, in short, no one objected in the end, and they all signed their names one after another. Karais is no exception.

The sunlight that had accumulated for a long time filtered through the narrow dirty glass of the Pig's Head Bar, making the smooth parchment shimmer. It was obviously just a signature, but everyone had the illusion that they had signed a solemn contract.

At the same time, four other warriors were standing in a corner outside the Pig Head Bar. When the people inside filed out, their expressions were all haggard. Shen Qitong staggered a bit, but luckily Ivan supported her.

"Their conversation today will definitely not be heard by unnecessary people," Shen Qitong said briskly even though he was extremely tired, and he still complained a little, "It's hard to choose where to meet here, the Pig's Head Bar is the easiest Someone was eavesdropping."

After a brief moment of relaxation, she straightened her expression, looked at the other three people, and said softly: "Then, we all know what we are going to do." She used Harry's words, "We all understand. "What do you want to protect?"

Durmstrang's situation was obviously the worst, but Viktor Krum didn't show much anxiety except that his face was gloomier, and he made a deep assurance: "Norway is still the same." Someone is willing to resist."

Fleur Delacour flipped up her long hair: "Even if Maurice Bernard wants to move Beauxbatons, he still has to think about it."

"The mountains of Marseille are always indestructible." The commitment is even briefer.

"The south...should not be able to be defended," Shen Qitong looked at the rolling hills outside Hogsmeade Village, as if he could see at a glance his hometown that would be difficult to return to. "But as long as there are still people who stick to their faith, there are still people who keep themselves. With our minds, we can still have a piece of pure land."

They exchanged a tacit understanding, looked at each other, each pulled up their robes, and walked back to Hogsmeade under the last setting sun.

Each person's shadow is different in size and height, and they even walk in different directions, but they are all extremely determined without any hesitation, and each shadow never looks back and stops.

"You are telling me that Potter and the others are plotting something big, and even Slytherin is involved."

After taking another Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Mu Yu was stopped in the classroom by Draco Malfoy for the first time. Inside. After everyone left, she listened quietly to Malfoy's speculation.

"You heard a little bit of the conversation between Daphne and her friend, about Potter's...speech," Mu Yu couldn't help laughing when he said it, and shook his head, not intending to continue to entangle with him here, "You don't seem to be telling me these things. Meaning, Mr. Malfoy."

Malfoy's pale and sick face was flushed at this time, as if he was still immersed in the joy of discovering the conspiracy: "Of course I told Professor Umbridge," he raised his head and said to her as before. With obvious disdain, "You don't have to pretend to be stupid here, I know what's going on with you. I can also become the second Theodore Nott..."

He couldn't continue, and Mu Yu's calm eyes were like a gourd Cold water was poured down his pocket, extinguishing all the excitement and excitement about making a successful achievement.

"Time, place, what exactly do they want to do?" She never spoke in a hurry, showing no impatience or ridicule, and there was no need to do so. "I will not change my story, Mr. Malfoy, you have nothing to tell me. It doesn't make any sense."

She stroked the spine of the book. Unexpectedly, almost four years later, in the face of drastic changes, Lucius Malfoy still doted on his son so much that he didn't understand the world: "You can ask Theodore what he went through. ," she pushed open the classroom door and added before disappearing into the deep corridor, "You'd better understand the situation before you become the second Nott."

"You'd better understand the situation, Xiaoyi, we've come this far. It’s impossible to look back.”

The last sunlight could be seen hanging above the river that ran through Xianghai City, feebly emitting embers.

The entire city experienced a rare and consistent silence, so quiet that even the chirping of insects and birds could be clearly heard in the corners. This prosperous city in the south is no longer as beautiful as it used to be. The dilapidated buildings have lost their inhabitants and are even thinner than the buds that just sprouted in spring.

A dark crowd sat outside the gate of the capital city of Xianghai. The February wind was still mixed with chill, but no matter how the strong wind roared, the crowd seemed to be carved into the sky and did not move at all.

Everyone quietly looked at the still black screen in the center with the same posture, the same angle, and even the same expectation. Occasionally, camera lights flashed by, quickly disappearing in the sea of ​​people.

Shen Yi stood in front of the hall door, arranging the tie that had been tied long ago over and over again. His cousin stood beside him, his hand resting heavily on his shoulders, seeming to be comforting and warning.

The light on the floor in the hall is discernible, but the silhouettes of the two people illuminated are blurry and distorted, like two giant beasts fighting and entangled.

"We've been waiting for this day for decades, haven't we?"

He took a few steps closer to the door, silently counting the seconds. The hands on his shoulders seemed a little heavier.

Once upon a time he had looked up to his cousin with a mixture of awe and admiration. He was so powerful. He single-handedly supported the Shen family, expanded the foundation of the Shen family so deeply, and sowed many sparks in the world. Just one spark was enough to start a prairie fire.

The mountain is too high, and the tiny ants can't even look up to see the peak, so there's no need to talk about jealousy. But

things are different now. Gradually, with the endless growth of strength, he can clearly feel that he has taken off the fragile coat of the ant, and continues to rise until he merges with the mountains and rivers, growing simultaneously with the majestic mountains, and with the rapid and majestic rivers. rushing.

It turns out that the previously unreachable mountain was nothing more than that.

"You are from the Shen family. The family's mission does not allow us to back down." Shen Xu seemed to have not heard his words and kept whispering in his ear.

"I know," he studied the splendid door, and the lines he knew by heart were rolling in his mind, counting down silently, repeating mechanical words, "the glory of the family has always been my mission."

The door slowly opened, and he Gently brush your hands off your shoulders. It's time for him to step into his own stage.

The road made of marble leads all the way to the balcony. The group of people under the balcony and the group of lambs waiting to enter the pasture are still standing there waiting eagerly. He followed the light and shadow of the setting sun and stood on the balcony, facing the increasingly dim sunset.

"After months of hard work and bloody battles, we finally achieved the temporary victory we have today. Our enemies have permanently retreated to the other side of the river. However, the north will not become their permanent barrier and retreat, let alone their territory."

Half . The setting sun sank into the river, and from his angle he could look down at the sun that was usually high above.

"The bravery and fearlessness of warriors is only a small part of war. Bravery, sacrifice, and fighting come from faith. Unswerving faith creates a new world that belongs to us and carves out our common home. The gods who belong to our world He has never abandoned us because of the wavering of faith. The benevolent and powerful God has given us supreme power to guide us back to the ideal pasture of God."

He pointed his hand, and dazzling fireworks bloomed in the orange sky.

"The lost lambs in the north are still trying to resist God's authority with old, backward and weak weapons. The lambs who are unwilling to return to the pasture will eventually become people abandoned by God." Fires exploded in the sky, and the sunset was completely reduced. As a foil, he didn’t need to think too much to predict the huge waves after today’s speech, “In God’s pasture, every lamb will receive the key to unlock power, and every person and every ideal will be cared for. As long as you give up your faith, mediocrity, poverty, inequality, resentment, and hunger will disappear in the ideal pasture, and every lamb will receive the care of the gods equally."

He took a deep breath and opened his arms: "The gate of the ranch is already open. For love, for ideals, for watching, join us and protect our home together."

The setting sun merged with the black water, and the red light flashed suddenly and quickly disappeared without a trace.