94 Diagon Alley

    The dog couldn't be seen the next day, and Hermione said that it kept looking after the kittens and raccoons.

    "Three little female cats and one little male cat, all one month old. Crookshanks have been annoying them recently, and the dogs are always playing with the cubs. In a litter One is white, and the others have **** patterns." Hermione rambled a lot. Made Gwen realize that taking the kitten from her could be a curse.

    "Did you hear that, Gwen. The dog wants to go out and feed the kittens himself!" Hermione's voice grew louder, startling her.

    "Sorry, I was distracted just now." Gwen smiled embarrassedly, "I'll bring you my cat food and the treats from the Fantastic Beasts store."

    Hermione was also not polite to her, "When the kitten is bigger, we can give Ginny one."

    "She'll be so happy, Ginny always wanted a pet."

    Ginny just came out of the Transfiguration classroom nearby and squeezed into the girls in three steps. "I want the white one."

    "Crookshanks is also a pretty cat." Hermione immediately scoffed at her cat.

    "If I had a **** cat, Fred and George would laugh at me." Ginny grabbed her red hair and showed it to Hermione. "I'm waiting for your notice, Hermione. Is there a D.A. rally today? Angelina said we don't train."

    Gwen immediately raised his ears. Hermione nodded, "I'm about to transform the fake Galleon, seven o'clock at night, in the Room of Requirement. I don't want to spoil your surprise, but I asked Harry, it's going to be a hard and enjoyable lesson today. ."

    Gwen was so excited that she wanted to rush to the eighth floor immediately, "Is it the Patronus Charm! Tell me now, Hermione. I can't wait."

    Hermione wouldn't say a word, she just looked around alertly to make sure there wasn't any Umbridge eyeliner. Then he stepped on the little leather shoes and ran away.

    After dinner, Gwen didn't stop for a moment, pulled George - George pulled Fred, and ran to the eighth floor opposite the tapestry where the troll stick beat the silly Barnabas.

    Today's Room of Requirement is not the same as the practice room of the past, and more brightly lit. When everyone was there, Harry stood in the middle of the classroom.

    "The spell I'm going to demonstrate and teach you is a very deep magic, far above the level of ordinary wizards. It's called the Patronus Charm. The Patronus is a kind of defense against dementors something - a kind of escort."

    There were small cheers from the crowd, and even Thornhead Zacharis was listening carefully.

    Harry continued: "The Patronus is a positive force, and what it advocates is the food of the Dementors - hope, happiness, the desire to live - but it can't be like a real Dementors can't harm it that way. But I have to admit, this spell can be too advanced. A lot of senior wizards find it difficult to use it."

    "What does the Patronus look like?" a Hufflepuff girl asked curiously.

    "Each one is different, related to the wizard who summoned it," Harry explained.

    "How did you summon it?" Nigel Wolpert, a junior looked at Harry adoringly.

    "With a spell that only works when you're concentrating, you should do your best to recall a happy event. The spell goes like this—" Harry Ching Clearing his throat, "Call God Guard."

    Gwen noticed that the twins were sneaking around discussing something, and she moved closer.

    "A silver cicco—a little animal," said George.

    "I don't think so, she can smash a strong man off a broom. I guess it could be a brown bear, or a hound."

    Gwen's teeth were itching with anger, but she also had to worry about her patron saint. In case she summons something strange, such as a bug, using that thing to deal with Dementors, it's really imposing. Or maybe her Patronus is too fierce to scare George?

    Harry was demonstrating the Patronus Charm for everyone at this time. After he finished the spell, a huge silvery white thing emerged from the end of the wand. It was a light and strong stag, in the Room of Requirement Jumping with joy. "That's it, now everyone can practice, remember, think of a happy thing."

    Gwen racked his brains to find the joys he had, maybe having his first wand, getting a great Christmas present, maybe his first kiss, and the sweetness of an ice cream cake.

    She tried to call out a few times, but only some silvery white mist appeared from the end of the wand, but it never took shape.

    Navi is also not easy. He frowned intently, but only a few thin strands of silver smoke came from the tip of his wand.

    "You have to think about happy things," Harry reminded him.

    "I was thinking about that," said Neville annoyed. He thought desperately, and his sweaty round face shone brightly.

    Hermione's Patronus is a shiny silver otter, dancing around her. "It's really pretty, isn't it?" said Hermione, looking at it happily.

    Ron's Patronus is a Jack Russell Terrier, and as soon as he appears, he runs after Hermione's Patronus. Gwen and Ginny agree that this is exactly the same as the dog's behavior.

    The patron saint of Qiu Zhang is an elegant and beautiful swan. Luna's patron saint is a bouncing rabbit.

    The twins also successfully cast the Patronus Charm, and two identical magpies hovered in the air.

    Amazingly, these silver-white animals make the Room of Requirement even warmer and more comfortable. Gwen closed her eyes, recalled the pictures one by one, and then logically remembered what a tall boy said to her beside the Black Lake in the middle of the night at Hogwarts: "...I found out that I liked you yesterday, and I like you very much today too. , and I have a hunch that I will like you tomorrow."

    It was like the magic fireworks of the entire store lit by Dr. Filippo himself, and a hot force ran down Gwen's fingers to the tip of the wand.

    "Look, George! My Patronus—" Gwen patted George's arm excitedly. "A robin..."

    Have not waited for Gwen to show off how good-looking it is. The chubby robin sat on one of the magpies' heads and nearly fell out of the air, so he had to flap his wings to keep his balance.

    "Pfft." George and Fred laughed together, and the other magpie didn't think it was lively enough, and chirped loudly, as if mocking the chubby robin and his **** Poor companion.

    "It's a little animal anyway." George reached out to his brother for a silver siko.

    "Come on, George, that ball looks like a cub." Fred beat him to death and refused to admit that he lost.

    The door to the Room of Requirement opened and then closed. Harry turned his head to see who had come in, but there seemed to be no one at the door. After a while, he noticed that several people near the door were silent. Then everyone noticed an elf pulling **** his robe near his knees.

    "Hey, Dobby!" he said, "how-what happened to you?"

    The elf opened her eyes wide in horror and was shaking. The D.A. members next to Harry were silent, and everyone in the room was staring at Dobby. The few patron saints summoned by the people gradually faded and turned into a silver mist, so the room seemed much darker than before.

    "Harry Potter," said the elf shrilly, trembling all over, "Dobby has come to tell you...but the house-elves were warned not to speak..."

    It rushed towards the wall. Harry wanted to catch Dobby, who had some experience with Dobby's self-punishing habit, but Dobby was wearing eight hats, so he bounced off the stone wall. Hermione and a few other girls screamed in fear and sympathy.

    "What happened. Dobby?" Harry asked. He grabbed one of the elf's slender arms, keeping it away from anything he could use to hurt himself. "She...she..."

    Dobby pounded his nose hard with the other fist. Harry grabbed that arm too. "Who is she, Dobby?" But everyone probably knew who that was; who else could have made Dobby so frightened but "she"? The elf looked up at him, eyes a little bit together, and said it silently. "Umbridge?" Harry asked in horror.

    Dobby nodded, trying to bump his head into Harry's knee. Harry blocked the tower with his arms outstretched. "What happened to her? Dobby—she found out about it—found us—found D.A.?" He saw the answer in the elf's scowling expression. The elf's hands were tightly clasped by Harry. It tried to kick itself and fell to the floor.

    "She's coming?" Harry whispered. Dobby let out a cry and began to pound the floor hard with his bare feet. "Yes, Harry Potter, yes!"

    Harry straightened up and glanced at the frightened people, who were staring at the thumping elf. "What are you waiting for?" Harry yelled. "Run!"

    The students all rushed to the exit immediately, huddled at the door, and then someone suddenly rushed out.

    "Go to the library or the owl shed," Gwen shouted to several people around him as he ran, "it's too dangerous to run straight back to the dormitory."

    Harry picked up the elf and ran to the end of the long line with his arms around it. "Dobby - it's an order - go back downstairs to the kitchen and be with the other elves, and if she asks if you've written to me, then