Say Yes to Bad Temptation

Potter's Army?

You know what, this name is actually quite interesting.

"I think this name is good," Angelina said with a smile, expressing her support. "The Potter's Army? It sounds very interesting—we all study under Professor Potter, so why can't we be called the Potter's Army? I think, besides Professor Dumbledore, the Ministry of Magic must also be quite wary of Professor Potter, right?"

"We support it too." The other students raised their hands in support.

Hermione acted quickly; she picked up a pen and paper and scribbled down all the students' names, then wrote "Potter's Army" at the top.

"Very good," Harry said after she sat down, "Shall we begin our practice? What Charms are we learning today?"

Harry thought for a moment, then said, "Besides the Shield Charm, I think everyone should also learn the Disarming Charm —it's the most commonly used Charms, and it's Charms in the vast majority of situations."

"Of course," he said again. "Some of you may already know this Charms, but considering the situation of all of you, I think it is urgent to teach this Charms in class. Those of you who have already learned this Charms can also reinforce your memory."

"Oh, please," Zacharias Smith said, arms crossed and eyes wide, "I want to—"

I mean, if the Dark Lord really has been resurrected as Dumbledore said, Disarming Charm won't work on him, right?

"Really?" Harry smiled at Zacharias. "You know what? I've used this Charms to disarm Voldemort more than once. He's not immune to Charms —in fact, almost no wizard is immune to Charms."

"Furthermore," Harry continued, "If you remember Miss Grindelwald — Verathea Grindelwald, a former Slytherin student and now the Minister for Greater German Ministry of Magic —she once disarmed Professor Dumbledore with Charms. This is enough to prove that even a powerful wizard like Professor Dumbledore is not immune to the Disarming Charm."

"Really?" Zacharias was still somewhat skeptical. "I mean, of course you can, because you're Harry Potter —but what about us? Can we disarm Vanquish with Disarming Charm the Dark Lord? He's so powerful—"

Harry didn't answer, but looked at Neville.

"Mr. Longbottom," he said, "You step forward and prepare to use the Disarming Charm on me."

Neville obediently stepped forward.

"I think everyone should know Mr. Longbottom," Harry said very formally. "He was here two years ago..."

"Having received my guidance, you've learned the Disarming Charm— you all know my strength, so let's see if Longbottom can disarm my wand—I won't resist."

As he spoke, he pulled out the wand he had bought from Mr. Ollivander from his pocket.

Beech wood, Dragon Heartstring, 11 inches.

Neville walked over and stood opposite Harry.

"Relax," Harry reassured her. "You've mastered the Disarming Charm. Now all you need to do is cast Charms in front of everyone and disarm me—prove to everyone that no one is immune to the Disarming Charm."

Neville nodded, took a deep breath, raised his wand, and aimed it at Harry.

"Epelliarmus (Disarming Charm)!"

A red beam shot from the tip of Neville's wand and struck Harry's arm.

Harry's wand spun and flew into Neville's hand.

"Well done, Longbottom!" Harry wasn't angry at all; instead, he clapped and encouraged Neville.

"A very good Charms, Gryffindor two points!"

Seeing that Neville was able to successfully disarm Harry with the Disarming Charm, the students present were relieved.

Neville stepped forward and returned the wand to Harry.

"Now," Harry began, "I need to tell you all that this Charms can be used at any time, such as at the beginning of Wizard's Duel, in the middle of a duel, or as a closing Charms. In short, its application depends on one's intuition."

He picked up his wand and drew a trail of fire in the air, the trajectory of Disarming Charm.

"Wave your wands along this trajectory," Harry said again. "You can practice this Charms in pairs. It's not difficult, is it?"

Everyone immediately stood up and paired up, just like when they practiced the Protego.

This time, Luna wasn't alone; she teamed up with Anne.

Seeing that no classmates were left out, Harry nodded in satisfaction, raised his hand, and said loudly, "Alright, now listen to me count to three—one, two, three!"

The room was instantly Disarming Charm striking, Charms flying everywhere, and spells that missed their mark hitting books on the shelves, sending books flying into the air.

Harry used the Accio and Levitation Charm to put the books back in their places as he walked to the middle of the room.

However, he discovered that Zacharias was acting strangely; every time he opened his mouth to disarm Anthony Goldstein, his wand would fly away, and Anthony seemed not to make a sound.

But Harry soon solved the mystery: Fred and George were not far from Smith, and the two took turns pointing their wands at his back.

"I'm sorry, Harry," George said quickly, noticing Harry's gaze, "I couldn't help it."

"I suggest you two practice on each other," Harry said sternly to the Twins. "Gryffindor will lose two points because of your behavior!"

As soon as he finished speaking, all the Gryffindor students glared angrily at the Twins.

"Okay, Professor McGonagall!" the Twins said with a grin, not taking the points deducted to heart at all.

On the contrary, they felt that Harry was becoming more and more like Professor McGonagall —no, he was practically Professor McGonagall, showing no mercy when it came to deducting House Points.

"Hey, Weasley!" Draco and Pansy were practicing the Disarming Charm next to Hermione and Ron.

"What's wrong?" Ron dodged Hermione's Disarming Charm Disarming Charm and casually returned it.

"Have you booked a bed at the Hospital Wing yet, Weasley?" Draco teased Ron with a grin. He knew...

This is Ron's first game this year, and Ron's very nervous about it.

Just as he expected, Ron's face suddenly froze after he said those words.

Then, Hermione's Charms struck Ron, and the wand spun and flew into Hermione's hand.

Draco laughed heartily and, together with Pansy, imitated Ron's missed Bludger.

Ron's ears turned bright red, and he trembled with anger as he glared at Draco through gritted teeth.

"Ignore them both!" Hermione slammed her wand into Ron's lap, glaring at Draco. "Or perhaps, Malfoy, you'd like to try one of my Charms?"

Draco raised his hands, winked, and said, "I don't want to experience your Charms, but I'm pretty sure Weasley really wants to taste the Bludger."

Pansy played along perfectly, mimicking being hit by Bludger and falling headfirst off a broom behind him.

"I still suggest you ignore them," Hermione said, trying to comfort Ron. "I think you're great, Ron."

Don't let others affect your mood; you'll definitely become a goalkeeper no less than Wood!

Ron grinned after being comforted by Hermione's words.

To be honest, the girl's concern was quite effective; at least Ron has visibly cheered himself up again.

Before the end of class, Harry stopped their practice.

"Well done, students," Harry said from behind the podium. "I'll have something interesting planned for you in the next class, about the integration of the Protego and the Disarming Charm —stay tuned."

"What are you going to prepare for us?" Fred and George asked in unison.

"It's a secret, I'll keep you in suspense," Harry replied with a chuckle.

October ended in a raging storm, and November arrived.

A cold air mass struck the highlands where Hogwarts was located, leaving a layer of frost every morning, and the icy wind cut into hands and cheeks.

The sky and the ceiling of the Great Hall turned a pale blue-gray, the mountains surrounding Hogwarts were covered in snow, and the temperature inside the castle had dropped so much that many students wore thick Dragonhide Gloves during breaks in the corridors.

The morning of the match was clear and cold. Harry woke up and looked at Ron's bed. He saw Ron sitting upright with his arms wrapped around his knees and his eyes glazed over.

"What's wrong?" Harry walked over and nudged Ron's shoulder.

"I'm a little nervous." Ron looked up and gave a forced smile.

"It's normal to be nervous, Ron," Harry reassured him. "I was nervous before my first competition too. Remember Wood? Wood told me that the first time he competed, he had no idea what he was doing. All he remembered was riding a broomstick."

"Really?" Ron's eyes lit up again. "And what happened to him afterward? He must have done a great job, right?"

"Oh, no, that's not it." Harry patted Ron on the shoulder. "When he woke up, he found himself in the Hospital Wing."

Upon hearing this, the light in Ron's eyes quickly faded.

He's starting to regret it now, he really, really regrets it.

Why did you have to ask such a nosy question?!

"You need to eat breakfast," Harry said again encouragingly. "Come on, let's go out and get something to eat—remember what you said when I first played Quidditch Match? You can't go without eating Sickle."

"Okay." Ron sniffed and stood up.

When they entered the Great Hall, it was quickly filling up, the voices were louder than usual, and the atmosphere was more enthusiastic.

As they passed the Slytherin table, they heard a commotion.

Harry looked around and saw that almost everyone was wearing a crown-shaped silver badge over their silver and green scarves and hats.

They were warmly welcomed at the Gryffindor table, where everyone wore a gold and red scarf and hat.

But the cheers didn't cheer Ron up; instead, they seemed to drain his last bit of morale.

He slumped down on the nearest stool, as if it were his last meal before his execution.

"I must be crazy to do this," he said in a hoarse whisper. "Crazy."

"Crazy crap!" Harry patted Ron on the shoulder and whispered in his ear, "Listen, buddy, I want you to pull yourself together, and I happen to have a great way to do just that."

"What's the solution?" Ron's eyes lit up.

"Remember the Felix Felicis from last time?" Harry looked around and, seeing that no one was paying attention, pulled open his robes and took out a small bottle from the inner pocket.

Ron's eyes lit up when he saw the small bottle.

"Quick!" Ron growled. "This is it! I want this one!"

Goodness, you're quick to say goodbye to bad temptations, aren't you?

You're something else, Ron!

"I know this thing," Luna's ethereal voice suddenly rang out.

Harry and Ron turned around and saw Luna standing behind them.

"When did you get here?" Harry asked. "Why didn't you make a sound?"

"I've been here for a while and overheard your conversation," Luna said softly, her eyes fixed on the small bottle. "Felix Felicis, right? Just a little bit can double your luck—but you should know this is strictly forbidden at school. If Ron gets caught, Ron 'll definitely be punished, maybe even suspended!"

"As long as you don't tell, no one will know, right? Okay Luna?" Ron pleaded, clasping his hands together.

"Oh, I didn't see anything." Luna hummed an unknown tune and turned to leave.

"What a good girl." Ron wiped his sweat and looked at Harry eagerly. "Quick, Harry, buddy, I need that stuff. Just a little bit in my cereal will do!"

"Here, take this bottle," Harry said, picking up the small bottle and discreetly pouring it into Ron's cereal bowl.

Without saying a word, Ron picked up the cereal bowl and slurped it down in one gulp.

Then he gave a silly grin.

"I think I'm pretty good," he said.

"Really?" Harry pocketed the small bottle.

"This tastes really good," Ron said, glancing at Harry. "It has a berry flavor. If it weren't so expensive, I'd like to have some more."

Harry thought to himself, "This is just Blueberry juice with the color removed," but he certainly couldn't say that, since he still needed to use this placebo to help Ron regain his confidence.

"Anyway, don't worry." Harry patted Ron on the shoulder. "You know what? You're going to be amazing today, making perfect saves! You'll be the greatest Quidditch goalkeeper Gryffindor has ever had!"

"Really?" Ron's eyes lit up.

"Oh, I've already lied once, don't make me lie a second time." Harry shook his head helplessly.

Ron crossed his arms and gave a haughty snort.

He now feels incredibly strong!

Slytherin?

Heh!

Watch as Ronald Weasley grabs that platinum-haired brat Malfoy and teaches him a lesson about not messing with any Weasley!