People in Hogwarts, holding scripts and systems

Umbridge's actions at Hogwarts became increasingly bold, and Harry decided that from now on, their resistance alliance would begin formal training.

During lunch, Harry learned that today's Quidditch training was cancelled. He smiled with relief and told Afro.

"Let's meet at the Room of Requirement at 8 o'clock tonight."

Aphrodite and Hermione were a little surprised, but agreed to inform others.

Harry continued to eat the sausages and mash on his plate, and when he looked up from his pumpkin juice he noticed Hermione was watching him.

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

Hermione hesitated for a few seconds, then said tactfully, "Did you hit the wall too?"

Harry looked at her blankly and Hermione pointed cryptically at the corner of his mouth.

Afro, who was sitting next to him, almost spit out a mouthful of milk.

Hermione asked this question because she asked it casually when she saw the wound on the corner of Afro's mouth in the morning.

Afro was too embarrassed to tell her sisters about the passionate kiss between her and her boyfriend, so she said vaguely that she had bumped into a wall.

But Hermione, who had never studied this kind of knowledge, was easily fooled.

"Ahem..." Harry glanced at the girl who was about to bury her head in the table with a smile in his eyes, and said lightly, "Yes, I accidentally bumped into a disobedient wall last night."

Afro's face instantly flushed.

Fortunately, Hermione had to inform other members and did not delve into the matter further.

At half past seven, Harry and Afro left the lounge and walked back and forth in the corridor on the eighth floor three times.

A familiar door appeared in front of them. Unlike the last time they came, this room was obviously more suitable for concentrated training of multiple people.

The spacious room was filled with torches, and along the walls were rows of bookshelves that reached all the way to the ceiling, as well as countless props suitable for practicing spells.

Hermione looked at the rows of thick books covered in sheepskin, and rushed forward with a bright face, "Look at these books!"

"We have everything we want." Afro looked back at Harry. These hundreds of books and props finally made them believe that this action was right.

Fred and George pulled the Marauder's Map out of their pockets and tapped it with their wands, and a map of Hogwarts appeared on the blank parchment.

Their names did not appear on the map, nor was the address of the Room of Requirement found.

Instead, they saw Filch wandering around the third floor and Umbridge lying motionless in her office.

Afro guessed that she might be holding her teacup and imagining a bright future.

The hour hand struck eight, every cushion in the room was occupied, and Harry carefully locked the door.

Harry looked at everyone a little nervously, he swallowed, "Um - everyone - oh - this is ours - not bad."

The students sitting below burst into laughter.

"This is the training ground we found, and here are some props that will be used in training." Afuluo stepped forward and gave a brief introduction in a leadership manner.

Time was very tight in the evening, so they decided on Harry as the leader and continued to use the name of Afro's previous organization - the Black Chicken Alliance.

"Now no one can tell what we are doing."

Amid murmurs of approval and laughter, the first training session officially began.

"Let's start with the most basic spells." Afro directed Fred and George to push out a wooden man in armor from the corner of the house.

"I know some of you think this is too simple, so you are dismissive." Cedric folded his arms and stood opposite the crowd like Harry. "If you have any objections, you can leave."

However, no one moved.

"Okay." Many eyes fell on him, and Harry's mouth was a little dry. "Let's start in pairs."

When everyone heard the order, they immediately stood up and paired up in pairs, leaving Neville alone.

"You can practice with me." Avro said to Neville.

Neville knew that his talent in magic was unbearable to watch, especially since Afro was a girl he had a crush on.

Neville was so nervous and didn't want to lose face that he was shaking his body and couldn't even recite the spell smoothly.

"Get rid of...get rid of...your weapons!"

Obviously, such a spell is impossible to succeed.

Afro's encouraging eyes continued to motivate him. Neville calmed himself down and shouted loudly, "Expel your weapons."

Aphrodite was caught off guard and her wand flew out of her hand.

"Great, Neville!" Afro clapped his hands to encourage Neville as he retracted his wand with the summoning spell.

"I succeeded for the first time! Never before..." Neville jumped up with joy, his mouth almost stretching behind his ears.

"That's really good." Afro continued to encourage him, "You can try to recite the spell faster."

She stood beside Neville, holding his wand hand and moving the motions of a spell in the air.

"like this……"

Neville's attention slowly shifted from his wand to the girl's hand.

"Ah...Aphrodite, I want to practice on my own." Neville blushed and his voice was so low that it was barely audible.

"Of course, you can come to me if you need anything. I'll go check on the others." Afro didn't think much about it. She just thought Neville was shy and didn't like training with others.

Aphrodite moved through the room as wands flew everywhere. A deflected spell grazed her ear and hit the bookshelf, sending a book flying into the air.

"Draco, you waved your wand too violently!" Afro waved her wand to return the book to its place, staring at Fred.

Draco seemed to have no idea that he had done anything wrong. He walked up to Afu and started laughing.

"Teacher Aphrodite is so partial." Draco leaned his head on her shoulder as if unhappy, glanced at her and then immediately looked away, clearly trying to coax her.

Afro pulled Draco up, and under his puzzled look, she put her hand on his chest.

"What are you doing?" Draco blushed and took a step back, crossing his arms across his chest as if he was being teased.

"I'm afraid you're too sad, so I'm going to give you CPR."

Draco, who didn't understand Muggle language, looked at her suspiciously, then said firmly, "You just covet my beauty!"

Afro sighed in a fake manner and closed his eyes. "Good intentions are not rewarded. I'd better go and see how Theodore is doing in practice."

"No." Draco took two steps forward, pulled her back into his arms, and looked at her rather aggrievedly, "I have a problem too, why don't you look at me?"

Afro held his face in her hands, admiring it for a long time, and when no one was paying attention, she kissed Draco on the face.

"Be good, I'll go check on the others first and come back later."

Draco held her finger tightly and said, "Can I have a one-on-one?"