Became good friends with the Boy Who Lived

When Aries finished checking everything, it was already noon. Dragging his slightly tired body, Aries came to the auditorium.

There were not many people eating in the hall. Everyone was busy. Aris didn't even see Harry, Hermione, Ron and others. Hermione and Ron were class leaders. They had to record the names of students who were brave enough to join the war, and Harry was obviously helping them.

After a while, Harry came to the hall alone. Aris waved to Harry and asked him to come to the guest of honor seat for dinner.

The professors were all busy, and there were not many people having lunch at the guest of honor table.

Harry sat next to Aris, stuffing food into his mouth. Aris pushed his mead in front of Harry, and Harry drank it in one gulp.

"Is the order a little chaotic?" Aeris asked casually.

"It's quite... chaotic..." Harry swallowed the food in his mouth and said worriedly, "Some are scared... some are excited... and some are crying... I don't know... how I got through this morning..."

Professor Dumbledore also seemed to be in a hurry. He stood up after a hasty lunch, as if he was in a hurry to deal with other things. As if intentionally or unintentionally, Professor Dumbledore's wand slipped from his sleeve, fell to the ground, and rolled to Harry's feet.

Harry quickly picked up the wand and handed it to Professor Dumbledore, "Your wand... Professor..." Harry was still chewing bacon and bread in his mouth.

"Oh...thank you, kid..." Professor Dumbledore said with a smile. Aeris seemed to see the cunning in Professor Dumbledore's eyes in a trance.

"I have to leave quickly," Professor Dumbledore said to himself, "Rufus invited me to the Ministry of Magic to discuss some things..." It seemed that he had not finished speaking, but Professor Dumbledore had already left quickly.

After lunch, Aries and Harry found Hermione and Ron and asked them to eat while Aries and Harry began to record the names of the participants and calm the emotions of the younger students.

Since the afternoon, members of the Order of the Phoenix have been arriving at Hogwarts, including Kingsley Shacklebolt, Remus Lupin, Sirius, the Weasley family, and even Cedric and Oliver Wood...

They received a notice from Professor Dumbledore and came to Hogwarts to garrison without hesitation.

They were busy until the evening, and all the students from the four colleges gathered in the auditorium for dinner as if they had agreed to do so.

The atmosphere was really depressing. The various houses communicated with each other. Almost all the sixth and seventh grade students from Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, and Hufflepuff chose to stay and participate in the Battle of Hogwarts. Only Slytherin, almost all of the Slytherins, chose to leave Hogwarts, this place of trouble.

The reason why I say "almost" is that, led by Draco, a dozen Slytherin students decided to stay and defend Hogwarts. These ten students had their families destroyed directly or indirectly by Voldemort and the Death Eaters.

These dozen students became the "outliers" in Slytherin and were led by Draco to sit at the Gryffindor table. Among them was even a third-year student.

"What's your name?" Hermione asked kindly.

"Nya Prewett..." the third-year Slytherin answered shyly.

"You're going home tomorrow, right, Naya?" Hermione asked.

Naya looked much more lonely, "I... I have no home... I grew up in an orphanage..." Naya said sullenly.

"But..." Hermione said hesitantly, "Students below the fifth grade are not allowed to participate in the war..."

"Draco told me..." Naya said, his tone became firm, "But Hogwarts is my home. If the mysterious man...if the mysterious man comes to power, I will not be able to escape death, right? I...I hope to die here..."

Hermione's eyes were red and she hugged Naya in her arms, but Naya was startled and her little face turned red. She struggled to break away from Hermione in panic and hid behind Draco.

"Prewett is very shy, Granger!" Draco said in an unhappy tone, "You scared him..."

"Hogwarts, listen..."

A cold and extremely evil voice suddenly sounded. No one could see where the speaker was, but it seemed as if he was everywhere.

"I... Voldemort... the Dark Lord of this world... am leading an army of hundreds of thousands and am approaching the city..."

Some timid girls began to scream in fear...

"I heard...you are planning to resist...it's brave...but also stupid..."

"With a little trickery, I have imprisoned your spiritual pillar, the greatest wizard in the world, Albus Dumbledore, in the Ministry of Magic..."

"I used a little power... and the Ministry of Magic fell into my power..."

"I cannot bear to see wizards bleed... The Dark Lord will show his mercy..."

"As long as you can hand over Harry Potter..."

"Hand over Harry Potter...The Dark Lord will withdraw unconditionally..."

"Hand over Harry Potter... The Dark Lord will not destroy a single blade of grass or tree in Hogwarts..."

"Hand over Harry Potter... The Dark Lord will not allow bloodshed or sacrifice..."

"You have one hour to think about it..."

"Timing begins……"