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

After listening to Ronald's advice, Harry finally made a decision.

"What a great idea!" He clapped his hands excitedly, "Let's call it the Dumbledore Youth Army. To be honest, the YMCA song Ronald mentioned is really suitable as our team song.

The rhythm is lively and can boost morale. We just need to change the lyrics slightly to make it fit our theme perfectly.

Ronald grinned and said proudly: "I knew you would like this idea. That song is really good and I have been brainwashed by it."

"But Harry, Hermione is really rich. She gave us a hundred modified gold Galleons as a liaison at one time, and we only have more than 20 members in total."

The memory of Hermione's gift of gold galleons flashed back to his mind. Her bright eyes didn't even blink, and she easily handed a heavy bag of gold galleons into their hands.

He lowered his eyes, looking a little depressed, feeling that the distance between himself and Hermione was getting farther and farther, as if they lived in two completely different worlds.

The days slipped quietly through my fingertips, and in a blink of an eye, it was time for the second training camp.

At eight o'clock in the evening, Harry and Ronald arrived at the Room of Requirement early.

However, when they opened the door, they were stunned by the sight in front of them.

Different from the lively scene at the first party where the cushions were full of people, this time, some of the cushions were empty.

What's even more surprising is that most of the members who came are pure-blood and mixed-blood wizards.

None of the Muggle-born wizards showed up.

Harry looked around, frowning.

He saw that Colin and his brother were not here either, and he felt an inexplicable sense of loss in his heart. They have always been his most loyal supporters, but this time, they were absent.

Although he was filled with doubts and confusion, Harry forced himself to cheer up. He took a deep breath and said loudly to the members present: "Okay, let's fight in groups. Let's continue practicing the [Disarming Curse]."

The effect of training is still significant. Although the number of people has been reduced a lot, every member has devoted themselves fully to training.

They knew that the Defense Against the Dark Arts class at Hogwarts was unreliable most of the time, and they also lacked practical training. Therefore, this club is particularly important to them.

After the meeting, Harry and Ronald returned to the Gryffindor common room full of doubts.

They wanted to find those members who did not come to the meeting to ask about the situation, but due to the long training time, it was already late at night when they returned, and most of the young wizards had left the common room.

The lights in the lounge were dim, and only a few people were still talking in low voices.

As soon as Harry and Ronald walked through the door, they saw several young Muggle-born wizards in the lounge, and they also participated in the first gathering.

When they saw Harry and Ronald, they stood up immediately, with a trace of panic and uneasiness in their eyes. Then, without waiting for Harry and Ronald to ask, he hurriedly left the common room and returned to his room.

Harry and Ronald looked at each other, their doubts deepening.

They didn't understand why Muggle-born wizards suddenly shunned them.

At this juncture, their first reaction was to ask "Miss Know-it-all" for advice. After all, based on past experience, she did know everything and could always give useful suggestions——not to mention she was also a Muggle. Born, I should be able to better understand what those people think.

However, when they found Hermione in the lounge, they were surprised to find that she was not buried in a pile of books as usual, but was staying in a corner with Romilda Vanni, who was two grades below her. Arguing fiercely about something.

"Romilda, I will take care of my cat myself, you don't have to worry about it!" Hermione's voice revealed obvious displeasure, and her eyes, which were usually calm and composed, were flashing with anger at this moment.

Romilda is a girl with long black hair. She looks very proud on the outside. But now, she was obviously frightened by Hermione's roar. "Her chin, which was already a little protruding, looked angry." Sharper.

Seeing Harry and Ronald approaching, she who was just about to argue with Hermione pursed her lips tightly, became silent, turned around and left, going straight back to her room.

Harry and Ronald looked at each other, and both could see a bit of embarrassment and hesitation in each other's eyes.

Their instinct was to avoid an angry Hermione - a Hermione they had suffered enough in the past.

But considering that Hermione was very busy now, it was difficult to find her, and thinking of their just-started Y.M.D.A., the two had to bite the bullet and walk over.

"Hermione, what happened between you and Romilda?" Harry asked carefully, trying to sound as calm as possible.

Hermione seemed to be waiting for someone to ask about this topic. When she heard Harry's question, she immediately poured out her dissatisfaction like a flood:

"Do you know? Just because my cat has gained a little weight recently, those people are pointing fingers at me, as if I am a villain who abuses animals. But my cat has the blood of a cat, and it is also orange. Yes! Everyone knows that orange cats tend to gain weight, and it’s not their fault.”

She paused and imitated Romilda's tone:

"I mean, no one's going to come to your dorm and see your cat and say, 'What happened to you? Did you eat too much, little one?' They're going to look at me and say, 'You're right? What did it do?', as if I fed it that way on purpose. That's not fair at all!"

Harry and Ronald listened to Hermione's complaints, and although they didn't fully understand the situation, they wisely chose to agree.

Nodding his head, he muttered: "Yes, this is indeed unfair."

Hearing this, Hermione seemed even more excited: "I really tried my best. Do you know? I even used a wand to conjure a laser pointer for Crookshanks and bought a cat teaser. I ran around in the dormitory every day , and said to it: 'Come on, Crookshanks, come and exercise! But it just doesn't like to play. I really can't help it."

Having said this, Hermione suddenly remembered the days when she first became a magical Animagus.

Back then, when she hadn't completely resisted Nekomata's nature, Levin would always conjure up a laser pointer to tease her. Thinking of this, Hermione couldn't help but chuckle.

Finding that she couldn't help but think of Levin again, Hermione's face turned red, she coughed dryly, and simply changed her excuse to complain, "Do you know how much I did for Crookshanks? I even mail-ordered it to the Diagon Alley Fantastic Beasts Store The weight loss cat food - that's their latest product...0 According to the regulations, you can only feed it one can a day. After all, you are helping it lose weight! I really swear that I have tried my best."

She paused, as if recalling the painful scene: "But, every morning at two o'clock, Crookshanks is like a little devil, quietly crawling onto my bed and standing firmly on my head Go up. Its thirty-pound body is all pressing on my head. Can you imagine that feeling?"

Harry and Ronald looked at each other and saw the sympathy and helplessness in each other's eyes. They knew that the best way at this time was to let Hermione continue to vent.

Then Hermione continued: "Then, it would stick close to my ears and keep making miserable screams! I couldn't sleep at all! In the end, I could only helplessly say to it: 'Okay, you said it. That's right, the weight loss plan is over. I didn't expect you to be in such pain, and I apologize to you.' Then, I had to get up immediately to feed it. I still have a lot of things to do, in addition to school work, and the erudite society The affairs of Heguofu United Company need to be managed. I really need to sleep!"

Harry looked at Hermione's tired and helpless expression and tried to comfort her:

"Uh... Hermione, you have done a good job. Crookshanks is just a cat, and it may not understand your painstaking efforts. But, we all know that you have tried your best."

His tone was exactly the same as Ronald's pretentious tone when he said goodbye to Fleur at the end of last semester.

Hermione seemed to be touched by Harry's comfort, she nodded slightly, and then continued: "You know, Harry? When I see those wizard parents with fat children in Hogsmeade now, I They would nod to them and tell them with their eyes: 'I understand you. Is there a little guy standing on your head and shouting into your ears at night? I understand. Give them whatever they want. Well, we still have to sleep.’ This feeling is really painful.”

After Hermione vented her dissatisfaction, she seemed much more relaxed.

In Gryffindor, although she is surrounded by classmates, there are only a few 4.2 friends who can let her confide her feelings without any scruples. The only one, Ginny, entered the dream map early tonight.

If Harry hadn't happened to come over, she might have gone back to the tower to find Levin. Sometimes, the trivial worries in life really had to be vented.

She turned to look at Harry, who seemed to be still immersed in her complaint just now, and was a little bit unable to recover.

Hermione smiled softly and said softly: "Tell me, Harry, have you encountered something that can't be solved again? But I have to declare in advance that I will not let you copy homework again. You have to do it yourself to learn things. .

"...How did you know we were in trouble." Harry was confused.

Hermione lightly shrugged and said jokingly: "During this period, when have you come to me without encountering trouble? I'm about to become your fire captain.

After hearing this, a trace of shame flashed across Harry's face.

Hermione is right. Recently, because of caring about Ronald's feelings, his relationship with Levin and even Hermione has become somewhat alienated. Every time he comes to them, it is for help. There is a sense of using people first and not using people backward. Feel.

The last time they came to Hermione for help was to solve the problem of the Defense Against the Dark Arts training class. .