My Understanding Is Incredible, I Built A Floating City In Hogwarts

This time, the members of the Defense Against the Dark Arts study group were carefully selected by Harry.

Neville and Dean were the few students who received invitations. The Weasley brothers and their friend Lee Jordan also planned to join. His little fanboy Colin Creevey naturally also received invitations, as well as fellow Quidditch players. Team Angelina.

Harry barely managed to make up nine people, all Gryffindor students.

Harry had not thought about how big this group would grow. He simply hoped to study and learn Defense Against the Dark Arts with everyone.

However, what Harry didn't know was that he wasn't the only one invited.

At George's active invitation, Digory also joined the group. Ronald quietly invited Lavender Brown, and Colin, not to be outdone, also brought his younger brother in...

With Levin's encouragement, Harry finally got the entire Defense Against the Dark Arts team running quietly under Umbridge's nose.

Winter has arrived in a blink of an eye.

On a silver-covered winter day at Hogwarts, the little wizards were wrapped in thick robes and walked through the snow-covered vegetable fields to the greenhouse for herbal medicine classes. The wind was howling. , blowing their robes like swollen sails, fluttering wantonly in the wind.

In the greenhouse, even though the strong wind was raging overhead, hitting the glass roof violently and making a loud thud, Professor Sprout still worked hard to explain the knowledge of herbal medicine.

However, her voice was almost drowned by the wind, so the little wizards had to prick up their ears and try hard to catch every word she said.

The afternoon Care of Magical Creatures class was forced to change plans due to weather conditions and was moved from the original outdoor venue to an empty classroom on the first floor.

For Harry and Ronald, no matter how the courses changed, it was difficult for them to concentrate.

Their minds kept thinking about the upcoming first Defense Against the Dark Arts study group meeting at eight o'clock in the evening.

At dinner time, Harry sat at the long Gryffindor table, wolfing down his sausages and mashed potatoes.

When he raised his head to drink the pumpkin juice, he suddenly found Angelina Johnson, the captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, looking at him in surprise.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked vaguely, his mouth full of food.

"You look like you're hungry," Angelina said in surprise.

Harry quickly swallowed the food in his mouth and explained vaguely: "I just want to finish the meal quickly and then go and arrange the place where we will train. At eight o'clock tonight, on the eighth floor of the sand... I'll wait for you across from the tapestry where the troll clubbed Barnabas the fool."

Angelina nodded and expressed understanding: "Okay, Katie and Aaliya also want to participate, and I will go with them then."

With that said, she winked at Harry, picked up her book, and left Chang Su lightly.

As night fell, Harry and Ronald arrived on the eighth floor early.

They followed Professor Hermione's method and muttered to themselves: "We need a place to learn how to fight..." He thought, "Give us a place to practice... where we won't be discovered..."

Just when they turned around for the third time, Ronald suddenly shouted softly: "Harry, come on!"

They were surprised to find that a very smooth door appeared on the wall, as if it had always been there but had been ignored by them before.

Harry grasped the copper handle with excitement, pulled it gently, and the door opened with a sound.

The Room of Requirement in front of them was completely different from what they had seen when Hermione first brought them here.

The dim torches inside the house swayed, casting shadows on the surrounding walls, creating a mysterious atmosphere like an underground classroom. There is a row of wooden bookshelves neatly arranged along the wall, which are simple and solemn. There are no chairs on the ground. Instead, there are several large satin cushions, which are soft and comfortable.

At the other end of the room, an old wooden shelf contained various mysterious instruments arranged in an orderly manner. Looking glasses and secret detectors, they lie there quietly, as if waiting for the moment to be explored. The most eye-catching thing is the large demon mirror with cracks. It is simple and mysterious, reflecting a strange light.

In the center of the field, several wooden dummies with strange masks carved on their faces stood quietly. They hold magic wands tightly in their hands, as if they are ready to cast magic at any time. Harry stared at the dummies, and he felt a little uneasy about the masks on their faces. They seemed to be similar to the Death Eater masks he had seen in the last game in the Flame Forest.

"Wow, this place is really nice!" Ronald praised. He walked to a row of wooden bookshelves beside the wall, his eyes lingering on the bookshelves. "They'll be satisfied, won't they? This is better kept than the classrooms of the Academy of Erudition."

He excitedly stretched out his fingers and lightly traced the spines of the rows of thick sheepskin-covered books. "Look at these books!" he shouted excitedly, "Common Spells and Solutions..."Smarting the Dark Arts"..."Self-Defense Spells"...Wow!"

Ronald turned his head and looked at Harry, "Granger's unwillingness to join our new society is her loss. If she sees these books, she will definitely regret her choice."

At this moment, a gentle knock on the door broke the silence in the house.

Harry turned around and saw Neville and Dean standing at the door. Their arrival made the atmosphere in the room more lively. After the greetings, Neville's eyes were attracted by a book called "The Ominous Man". He walked over and picked up the book, sat on a cushion and read quietly.

Harry chatted with Dean Thomas for a few words, while Ronald kept looking at the clock hanging on the wall, anxiously waiting for the arrival of others. As time went by, there were more and more people in the room, and everyone's anticipation and excitement became stronger.

Finally, when the eight o'clock bell rang, people sat on every cushion.

Harry walked to the door and turned the key in the lock. With a click, the door was locked firmly. He turned around and looked at the group of people in the room with a satisfied smile on his face.

"Hello everyone, welcome to our new club." Harry's voice echoed in the room, "Tonight, we will start our first training. Before that, I would like to arrange some group confrontation exercises."

He quickly divided the members into several groups according to the plan he had repeatedly thought about in his mind.

"Let's practice the [Disarming Curse] first. According to Levin, this is the most basic and practical spell in defensive magic." He explained the spelling and precautions in detail, and then stepped aside to let the members Start practicing.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became tense and passionate.

…0Please give me flowers…………

With the swish of wands waving and the hum of incantations, members concentrated on trying to disarm their opponents.

Every successful disarmament will attract a burst of cheers and applause, while the losing party will gnash their teeth and declare that they must win back next time.

Harry paced back and forth in the room, his sharp eyes scanning each member, stopping from time to time to offer constructive suggestions. [Disarming Curse] is currently his best spell. He hopes to show his strength in the first training, set an example for the members, and give them confidence.

What is gratifying is that everyone's skills have been significantly improved as Harry expected, even though this is only the first training camp.

"Very good!" Harry nodded with satisfaction and said loudly, "But we are about to exceed the curfew time, so let's stop here today. Same time, same place the day after tomorrow.

Are you coming because of your family?”

"Earlier is better!" Dean Thomas shouted impatiently.

Many people nodded in agreement, especially those little wizards who had tasted the benefits and had particularly good training results, and couldn't wait to start the second training.

Due to the large number of attendees, they decided to leave in groups to avoid attracting the attention of others. Harry, Ronald and other key members stayed in the Room of Requirement and continued to discuss the future development of the club.

"The problem now is," Harry glanced at the members remaining in the room and said seriously, "I think we should give this club a formal name. This will not only promote unity, but also strengthen our collective spirit. "

"What about the 'Anti-Umbridge Alliance?'" Angelina's eyes flashed with anticipation, but that old witch asked you to ban Harry.

"I always feel that this name is too similar to the Anti-Toad Association." Ronald shook his head, expressing disapproval.

"Or 'The Ministry of Magic is a Team of Idiots'?" Fred and George suggested in unison.

Harry couldn't help but laugh, but then frowned:

"I think," he scratched his head and looked at Fred and said, "it's best not to let people know what we do with this name at a glance. This way, when we mention it outside, it won't cause unnecessary confusion. trouble.

Cedric Diggory, who was obviously very handsome but had always been alone, raised his hand and said softly: "How about the Defense Association? This name can express our intentions and is relatively hidden. When speaking to the outside world, we can just call it abbreviation." It is D.A(Defense_Association).

"And D.A means Dumbledore's Army,"

Ronald's eyes lit up, and he excitedly took over the conversation: "Isn't Fudge always afraid of Dumbledore organizing an army? How about we just call it the Young Dumbledore Army? Although the name is a bit masculine, we can shorten it to Y.M.D.A (Young_Mens_Dumbledores_Army) to the outside world. Moreover, I can also use that Muggle song - the YMCA anthem - to adapt our team song. This way, it will be more concealed, and others will even think that we are talking about some new Muggle pop song."

The more Ronald talked, the more excited he became. He felt that the name he thought of was perfect. .