Hogwarts: I'm Harry's older cousin

Chapter 438, Section 432. Dumbledore's Army? No, it's Draco's Army.

The moon, as big as a millstone, hung high in the branches, and the sky was filled with countless stars that twinkled and shone. The night view of Hogwarts was very beautiful, a sight that could never be seen after the light pollution of big cities.

Hermione, drenched in sweat after her evening workout, sat down next to Dudley, who was also sweating profusely and lying on the lawn. Looking at Dudley staring blankly at the sky, she said, "Are you sure you don't want to go back and check on Lily?"

Dudley shook his head: "Now is not the time for pleasure; we don't have much time left."

I'll definitely not stay at Privet Road for just a week. Rather than being reluctant to leave, I'd rather not go back at all.

Only by solving the root cause of the problem can we better enjoy life.

"Professor Snape is a very reliable person; he will take good care of us."

Dudley lied this time, and Professor Snape is even less likely to stay on Privet Drive during this holiday. After all, Voldemort has returned, and as a "spy" who has been "undercover" by Dumbledore's side for many years, it would be too much if he didn't show his face during the holiday.

"Disarm you!"

"Armor for protection!"

Harry's booming voice rang out, and a wand was instantly disarmed.

He was like he was on steroids tonight. After completing double the training, he found others to fight with him. At this moment, he was fighting three against one, and Percy, Cedric, and Ron were retreating one after another.

On the other side, Draco and Neville were practicing arm wrestling. Despite the fact that Draco's size was completely disproportionate to Neville's, he had been training for many years and was actually quite strong.

As for the others, they were now lying on the lawn like a pack of dead dogs, including the Slytherins who always considered themselves elegant, completely devoid of any semblance of decorum.

In their words, everyone present was one of their own and could be trusted.

The final result was that Harry won by defeating three opponents single-handedly.

Percy was not convinced afterward. In his words, he and Cedric together were originally stronger than Harry, but with Ron added, they couldn't beat him.

Ron was so angry that he shouted that he wanted to fight his brother one-on-one, but the quick-witted Percy decisively refused.

Neville and Draco's arm-wrestling match is still undecided.

"Brother D, Brother D."

Harry suddenly ran up to Dudley: "We're starting formal training tomorrow, how about we come up with a new name? We can't just keep calling ourselves the Discipline Group."

Dudley thought about it and agreed. The Discipline Group was the name used at Hogwarts, so choosing one for external purposes was quite good.

"How about calling it DA?" Dali suggested.

"Dumbledore's Army?"

Harry didn't understand why Dudley had chosen that name.

"No, it's Draco's army."

Draco: "???"

Draco, who was wrestling with Neville, almost couldn't catch his breath.

Are you being polite?

He shuddered involuntarily when he heard the name "Draco's Army," and Neville seized the opportunity presented by the opponent's clone to unleash his full power.

Victory is within reach.

Then Draco won the game.

Neville looked at his slightly twitching wrist, scratched his head, and was full of questions. He couldn't understand why he had lost when his opponent was distracted.

then

"Ron, let's play a round."

then

"Cedric, let's play a round."

Neville then found two more people to arm wrestle with.

Finally, he left satisfied, leaving behind only the two men standing there, constantly rubbing their wrists.

"I know you're strong, but this is just too much."

The next day, everyone arrived at the Hogwarts training grounds early, waiting for the professor in charge of the training camp.

Dudley didn't reveal it beforehand, and everyone who asked him only received the word "secret."

Accompanied by the sound of footsteps, a witch wearing a pointed hat walked out of the door.

"Professor McGonagall!"

Everyone shouted in unison upon seeing the witch, and Professor McGonagall nodded slightly in acknowledgment.

The young wizards initially thought Professor McGonagall was just passing by, but when they saw that she hadn't left and was still standing there, they began to whisper among themselves.

"Was it Professor McGonagall who taught us?"

His tone was more one of surprise.

It's not that Professor McGonagall's skills are lacking; in the entire wizarding world, she is one of the world's top Transfiguration masters. It's just that compared to wizards of Grindelwald's caliber, Professor McGonagall is indeed a tiny bit lacking—well, a slightly larger tiny bit.

"Ahem." Professor McGonagall glanced at the person who had the loudest voice, then coughed softly.

The rustling sounds immediately stopped, and everyone stood obediently in place. No matter which house she was in, Professor McGonagall, who was never one to smile, was always very authoritative. Even after he had graduated and become a working adult, when he returned to Hogwarts, he still acted like a child who had not yet graduated when he saw Professor McGonagall.

"I am not the professor responsible for teaching you."

Professor McGonagall said, "Professor Dumbledore asked me to tell you that he is still in his office discussing important matters with Minister Fudge and will be here in a while. You are free to do as you please."

"It's Professor Dumbledore!"

Upon hearing Professor McGonagall's words, everyone's tone was filled with surprise and delight.

If everyone were to choose a wizard as their professor, and given that all wizards could be chosen freely, most people would choose Dumbledore.

Putting aside the fact that he himself possesses the title of "the greatest white wizard of the 20th century," just look at the students he taught.

Tom Marvolo Riddle (Voldemort), Newt Scamander (Fantastic Beasts Master), Harry Potter (the man who defeated the Dark Lord in the original stories)—aren't these all household names?

Opportunities to receive his personal instruction are rare.

How long has it been since Dumbledore personally taught a student?

He stopped teaching students around 1943 after taking over the position of principal from Armando Dippert.

Everyone originally thought Grindelwald was the best professor, but now that they know the training professor might be Dumbledore, even Slytherins are wavering.

"What kind of magic will Professor Dumbledore teach us?"

Everyone started making guesses.

"The ultimate protective spell? The stone pillars? Or the weather spell?" Ron was the most excited of them all, having grown up listening to Dumbledore's stories: "Or perhaps a special spell technique, like a spell that could turn Draco into a weasel."

Draco immediately retorted, "Rose fan, do you want to turn into a hot, filthy, stinky pile of poop?"

"Oh, Draco, you're so vulgar."

Harry watched his two friends bicker as they did their usual banter, and he was filled with anticipation.

(End of this chapter)