Everyone had one hour to study in the Room of Requirement this time, because they had to return to their respective common rooms before the 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 proficiently.

Well…except Neville.

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

"I hope she doesn't go crazy by then," Ron whispered.

Harry couldn't help but laugh at his words.

Neville was indeed a little slow in learning spells, and sometimes even Professor McGonagall was so angry at his slow progress that she was speechless.

But Harry knew that Neville tried really hard, but his memory was so bad that sometimes he would forget all the spells he had just learned in the morning during lunch time... 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 curfew starts. I think we should choose a leader."

She had wanted to make this suggestion just now, but before she could open her mouth, she was interrupted by Anthony.

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

But it’s not too late now.

There was a buzzing sound in the room.

After hearing Hermione's proposal, some people immediately thought of the event's largest sponsor, Kyle, who contributed fifty Galleons as a reward.

"I suggested Kyle come...wait, where's Kyle?"

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

Everyone subconsciously looked around, but the room was so small that they searched around but found no trace of Kyle.

"He has gone back..." said Luna in the crowd, "I dare say he must have discovered Paobart hiding in the darkness and chased him back."

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

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

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

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

Hermione didn't say anything this time. It was getting closer and closer to nine o'clock, and she didn't want to waste time on such a meaningless argument.

"Where were we?"

“Elect a leader”

"Ah, yes," said Hermione. "I think the leader should make sure he comes every time, and Kyle is not suitable."

"Then I choose Cedric..." said a Hufflepuff student, "He is the head boy of the student union."

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

"Since there is a disagreement." Hermione glanced at them, "Then let's vote..."

For a moment, the atmosphere in the room became more lively than when they were practicing spells just now.

In addition to choosing a leader, there is also a name and a time to meet next time...

When everything was settled, it was already 9:10 in the evening.

It lasted more than ten minutes longer than the original end time, but there was nothing we could do about it. There were so many people, and it was difficult to come up with a proposal that would satisfy everyone.

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

"I suddenly remembered that I haven't finished my Potions homework yet, and I don't want to stay up all night to make up for it, so I had to come back first." Kyle said, pushing "Potions and Crucible" on the table forward.

"How's it going there, is everything going well?"

"How dare you bring this up?" Cedric got angry. "Why did you suddenly take 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 study.

“Voldemort, Death Eaters… they are all illusions before you see them in person. Only the golden Galleons are the best source of motivation.

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

"Of course I noticed that," Cedric said, "but that's fifty Galleons, not fifty Sickles. Even if it's a reward, you don't need to give out so much."

For most students, their pocket money for a school year is less than ten Galleons, so fifty Galleons is undoubtedly a huge sum of money.

Besides, this is just a self-study class on Defense Against the Dark Arts. There is no need to take out such a large sum of money as a reward. Five Galleons are 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 in Hogwarts could defeat Kyle, so he naturally could not give away the fifty Galleons.

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

Admittedly, doing so would help him quickly increase his prestige, and indeed, he was elected as the leader of the DA with a very high number of votes.

Oh, DA is the name they just came up with, "Defence Association", and it is also the abbreviation of "Dumbledore's Army".

Qiu came up with the name. According to her, wasn't Umbridge afraid of Professor Dumbledore's secret army? In that case, they should form such a team. This view was unanimously agreed by everyone.

But the problem now is that he really can't guarantee that he won't fail. If someone can really defeat him... Kyle won't be able to keep the fifty Galleons.

At least when he left 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 would drop 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. There are also those two sixth-year students from Ravenclaw. I am not sure of winning either."

"You underestimate yourself." Kyle waved his hand and said, "They are no match for you, I guarantee it."

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

"Um……"

Kyle was silent for a moment.

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

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

"Ah, no, Dumbledore is not that generous." Kyle said, "It was another kind professor."

"Okay." Cedric looked at Kyle suspiciously, but didn't ask any more questions. He just muttered a few more words.

In any case, he will probably be busy when he attends the DA gathering next time.

Leaving aside other people, he just hoped that Fred and George would not use too unethical means when dealing with him.

…

(End of this chapter)