Chapter 638 The Kind Professor

Everyone's time in the Room of Requirement was only one hour, as they had to return to their common rooms before Hogwarts curfew at nine o'clock.

Fortunately, the leg-locking spell is not a very complicated spell. It can even be said to be very simple. It only took half an hour for everyone to be able to use it skillfully.

Well...except Neville.

But in order not to waste everyone's time, Hermione decided to teach him in private.

"I hope she won't be so angry that she goes crazy." Ron whispered.

Harry couldn't help but laugh when he heard his words.

Neville was indeed a bit slow in learning spells, and sometimes even Professor McGonagall would be so angry that he was speechless at his impressive progress.

But Harry knew that Neville had really tried hard, but his memory was really bad. Sometimes he could forget all the spells he just learned in the morning in the time it took him to have lunch...or maybe it wouldn't take that long.

Of course, these are not things they need to consider.

After everyone put down their wands, Hermione cleared her throat and said:

"There's still some time before the curfew starts and I think we should elect a leader."

She was about to make this suggestion just now, but before she could speak, she was interrupted by Anthony.

In addition, everyone was aroused by Garen and couldn't wait to start practicing magic spells, so she didn't mention it again.

But it's not too late. ׺°”˜˜`”°º×

There was a buzz in the room.

Upon hearing Hermione's proposal, someone immediately thought of the largest sponsor of this event, Kyle who contributed fifty galleons as a reward.

"I proposed that Kyle come...wait, where is Kyle?"

At this time, they suddenly realized that Kyle was not in the room.

Everyone subconsciously looked around, but the room was so big. They searched around and found no trace of Kyle.

"He has gone back..." Luna in the crowd said: "I dare say he must have discovered Paobat hiding in the darkness and then chased him out."

"What is Paobat?" Neville couldn't help but ask, looking confused, and he was not the only one like him.

"A winged spirit," Luna said, her bulging eyes wide, "that can give people directions."

"Things like that don't exist at all." Hermione frowned, "At least I'm sure there's no record of them in any book."

"If you'd seen The Quibbler, you wouldn't be so sure," Luna said angrily.

Hermione didn't speak this time. Nine o'clock was getting closer and closer, and she didn't want to waste time on such meaningless arguments.

"Where were we talking about?"

"Elect a leader"

"Ah, yes." Hermione said, "I think a leader should ensure that he comes every time, and Kyle is not suitable.

"Then I choose Cedric..." said a Hufflepuff student: "He is the president of the Boys' Student Council."

"It's no big deal," said Ron. "I think Harry can do it too."

"Since there are differences." Hermione glanced at them, "Then let's vote..."

For a moment, the atmosphere in the room became more lively than when he was practicing the spell just now.

In addition to choosing a leader, there is also the matter of choosing a name and setting a time for the next gathering...

By the time everything settled, it was already 9:10 pm.

It took more than ten minutes longer than the original end time, but there was nothing we could do about it. There were so many of them that it was difficult to make a proposal that would satisfy everyone.

After Cedric carefully returned to the common room, he happened to see Kyle sitting on a table in the back, writing something.

"Why did you come back suddenly?" Cedric walked over.

"Suddenly I remembered that I haven't done my Potions homework yet, and I don't want to stay up all night to make up my homework, so I have to come back first." Kyle said, and pushed "Potions and Crucibles" on the table forward.

"How's it going there? Is everything going well?"

"You have the nerve to mention this." Cedric suddenly became angry, "Why did you suddenly give out fifty galleons as a reward..."

"Any questions?" Kyle put down the quill in his hand, "I think this is the only way to give them enough motivation to learn.

"What about Voldemort, Death Eaters... they are all imaginary until you see them with your own eyes. Only the golden Galleons are the best source of power.

"You should have noticed just now, they suddenly became active."

"Of course I noticed it," Cedric said, "But that's fifty Galleons, not fifty Sickles. Even if it's a reward, there's no need to spend that much."

For most students, their pocket money for a school year is less than ten galleons, and fifty galleons is undoubtedly a huge amount of money.

And this is just a class for self-study of Defense Against the Dark Arts. There is no need to spend such a large sum of money as a reward. Five Galleons is enough.

In addition, if Kyle used the fifty galleons reward on himself, Cedric would not have such a big reaction, because he knew that no student at Hogwarts could defeat Kyle, so the fifty galleons would naturally be impossible. Give it out.

But Kyle asked him to be the one being challenged, which made Cedric a little worried.

Admittedly, doing so would quickly improve his prestige, and indeed it was so. He was elected as the leader of DA by others with a very high number of votes.

Oh, DA is the name they just gave it, "Defense Association", and it is also the abbreviation of "Dumbledore's Army".

This name was also thought up by Qiu. According to her, Umbridge was afraid of Professor Dumbledore's secret army, wasn't he? In that case, they formed such a team, and this view was unanimously agreed by everyone.

But the problem now is that he really can't guarantee that he will not fail. If someone can really defeat him... Kyle's fifty Galleons can't be kept.

At least when leaving the Room of Requirement, Cedric noticed that some people looked at him with very fiery eyes, obviously treating him as a mobile treasure chest... the kind that will explode gold coins.

"Don't worry, I believe you." Kyle said sincerely.

"But I don't believe in myself." Cedric muttered, "Angelina is not much worse than me, and I am not sure of winning against the two sixth-year students in Ravenclaw."

"You underestimate yourself." Kyle waved his hand and said, "They are not your opponents, I can guarantee it."

"What about Fred and George..." Cedric continued, "Although I am confident that I can beat any of them, based on past experience, they will not honestly abide by the rules of the duel, right?"

"Well..."

Kyle was silent for a moment.

"Well, it doesn't matter if I lose." He continued, "It's only fifty Galleons... At most, I can find someone to reimburse me when the time comes."

"Find someone to reimburse me?" Cedric was stunned for a moment, "Who, don't tell me it's Headmaster Dumbledore."

"Ah, no, Dumbledore is not so generous." Kyle said, "It's another kind-hearted professor."

"Okay." Cedric looked at Kyle suspiciously, but didn't ask anything else, just muttered a few more words in a low voice.

Anyway, he will probably be busy when he attends the DA meeting next time.

Let’s not talk about other people for now. He just hopes that Fred and George will not use too unethical means to deal with him.

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