HP: I was doing all sorts of things at Hogwarts

Avro doubted her ears, but Hermione's firm expression made Aphra nodded hesitantly.

"Ah... ok, is there something wrong?" Avro was curious about what happened to Hermione. Harry and Ron also looked at Hermione.

Hermione didn't say much, just said mysteriously, "Then meet at the Hog's Head Bar. You can take Cedric with you."

Avro raised an eyebrow, "Okay."

She wanted to see what Hermione was going to do.

Hermione smiled, pulled Ron and Harry and ran away.

Umbridge became the busiest person at Hogwarts, and she seemed to be in every classroom.

……

In the Gryffindor common room, Ron was sitting between Hermione and Harry, still working on his homework.

"Hey, stop, there are more important things than homework right now." Hermione patted Ron's arm, and Ron took the time to glance sideways at her. Hermione's face was glowing.

"Something more important than homework?" Ron hissed exaggeratedly, "I can actually hear this sentence from your mouth."

"We can't go an entire year without learning the Defense Against the Dark Arts spells," Hermione said seriously. "Umbridge is determined to stop us."

"What about that? How about poisoning Umbridge to death." Ron suggested seriously, and he added, "Aphro is doing a good job. I support her and I support you doing the same as her."

"..." Hermione rolled her eyes at him, "I can't do it. I mean...she doesn't let us learn Defense Against the Dark Arts, so we have to learn it ourselves."

"Harry and I are already overburdened," Ron muttered. "It's only been a few weeks and we've already lost a lot of homework."

Hermione stared straight at Ron, "What burden do you have?"

"Uh... you tell me, Harry." Ron threw the words to Harry and silently put away his pen.

"...Hermione, how do you want to study?" Harry had no choice but to ask Hermione.

"Find a teacher." Hermione's eyes lit up.

Harry inevitably thought of Aphra, and he asked expectantly, "Who will be that teacher?"

Hermione narrowed her eyes and patted Harry on the shoulder, "You."

Harry pulled down the corners of his mouth and pointed at himself in disbelief, "Me?"

Obviously, this wasn't the answer Harry wanted to hear.

The three of them became quiet, and there were only three of them in the lounge. The breeze blew by, and Harry was a little stunned.

He looked at Ron, which he often did. When he had no idea, he tried to find approval by looking at Ron.

Ron didn't look at Harry. He also thought seriously, "I think...it's okay."

A smile appeared on Harry's face, "But I'm not a professor, I don't know this..."

"Your Defense Against the Dark Arts is the best in the whole grade." Hermione praised without hesitation.

"That's right, buddy." Ron finally stopped confronting Hermione, "You were still a warrior last school year."

Harry opened his eyes wide and shook his head, "If I want to teach you something, I definitely don't have the ability... Moreover, my Defense Against Dark Arts was taught by Aphra - she can teach..."

Ron shook his head harder than Harry, "She can't, she won't agree."

"I can't-" Harry bit his lip uneasily and stood up with a start.

"You can. You have faced the mysterious man three times and you will use many advanced spells." Ron and Hermione stared at Harry with expectant eyes, which made Harry even more uneasy.

"That's half because of luck, and half because of help from others!" Harry became angry. He didn't feel that he was much better than others, and he didn't want to be used as a life-saving straw.

Harry was furious, Ron looked at Harry blankly, and Harry was speechless for a moment.

Hermione first looked at Ron, and finally her eyes fell on Harry, "We believe you, and... you have faced Voldemort," Hermione took a few deep breaths, "We need to know what it was like. "

Harry's heartbeat quickened and he slumped into the sofa, finally nodding.

"Let's... look for some students who are willing to learn these in the past few days," Hermione made up her mind. "The more people, the better, the more powerful we will be."

"Okay." Ron solemnly agreed, and Harry said nothing.

"Then...it's late at night, let's go to bed." After Hermione finished speaking, she took the lead towards the girls' dormitory.

Ron stood up too, Harry following behind him.

Harry fell on the bed, his heart beating like a drum. His mind kept recalling what Hermione said that night and the many times he faced Voldemort.

I thought of Voldemort's demeanor when he was resurrected last summer night, and how many times he had cut out people's hearts.

Drowsily, Harry thought of Aphra.

When he first learned that he had been selected as a warrior, there were too many rumors and he was irritated all day long.

Avro told him that as long as he was strong enough, he would not suffer criticism.

She seems to want to become stronger.

Harry's scar began to hurt again. He held it and tossed and turned.

She was right, he should also become stronger and not feel inferior.

Voldemort's snake face appeared in his mind, and Harry bared his teeth and sighed softly.

Ron on the opposite side made a sound of opening the curtain, and then there was a rustling sound of sitting up, "What's wrong with you? Are you having nightmares again?"

"No." Harry's thoughts became clear. He shook his head and sat up. "No, you can go to sleep."

Ron paused for a moment and replied in a low voice, "Okay."

Harry gently opened the drawer of the bedside table and took out a ring.

The emerald on the silver ring is brilliant and breathtaking.

Harry put on the ring and lay back under the quilt. There were no more disturbing things in his mind. His mind was clear and the scar no longer hurt.

What Avro gave him worked really well. Harry closed his eyes and his eyelashes trembled.

What should he dream about?

Harry's mind wandered. He was thinking about this and that, but he couldn't fall asleep.

After a while, Harry fell into a deep sleep.

He had a dream.

In the dream, he was wearing Muggle clothes, holding Aphra's hand, and walking on the Muggle street.

I really want to kiss her lips.

Harry stared at her face and couldn't help but think.

Just as he thought this, the scene changed to the bed in the Gryffindor dormitory.

Avro in front of her blinked, took the initiative to hold his face, and kissed him tenderly.

Lips and teeth entangled, fragrance lingering.

The two fell on the bed and hugged each other tightly.

……remember……

In his sleep, Harry unconsciously curled his lips, showing a satisfied smile.

When Harry woke up the next day, he was a little confused. It took him a long time to realize that it was just a dream.

Blushing, he went into the bathroom and cleaned himself up.