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Chapter 18, p.386-387
"Dobby knows the perfect place, sir!" he said happily. "Dobby heard tell of it from the other house-elves when he came to Hogwarts, sir. It is known by us as the Come and Go Room, sir, or else as the Room of Requirement!"
"Why?" said Harry curiously.
"Because it is a room that a person can only enter," said Dobby seriously, "when they have real need of it. Sometimes it is there, and sometimes it is not, but when it appears, it is always equipped for the seeker's needs. Dobby had used it, sir," said the elf, dropping his voice and looking guilty, "when Winky has been very drunk. He has hidden her in the Room of Requirement and he has found antidotes to butterbeer there, and a nice elf-sized bed to settle her on while she sleeps it off, sir.... And Dobby knows Mr. Filch has found extra cleaning materials there when he has run short, sir, and -"

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Chapter 18, p.389-380
"Okay," said Harry quietly, while a moth-eaten troll paused in his relentless clubbing of the would-be ballet teacher to watch. "Dobby said to walk past this bit of wall three times, concentrating hard on what we need."
They did so, turning sharply at the window just beyond the blank stretch of wall, then at the man-size vase on its other side. Ron had screwed up his eyes in concentration, Hermione was whipering something under her breath, Harry's fists were clenched as he stared ahead of him.
"We need somewhere to learn to fight.... he thought. Just give us a place to practice... somewhere thy can't find us...
"Harry," said Hermione sharply, as they wheeled around after their third walk past.
A highly polished door appeared had appeared in the wall. Ron was staring at it, looking slightly wary. Harry reached out, seized the brass handle, pulled open the door, and led the way into a spacious room lit with flickering torches like those that illuminated the dungeons eight floors below.
The walls were lined with wooden bookcases, and instead of chairs there were large silk cushions on the floor. A set of shelves at the far end of the room carried a range of instruments such as Sneakoscopes, Secrecy Sensors, and a large, cracked Foe-Glass that Harry was sure had hung, the previous year, in the fake Moody's office.
"These will be good when we're practicing Stunning," said Ron enthusiastically, prodding one of the cushions with his foot.
"And just look at these books!" said Hermione excitedly, running a finger along the spines of the large leather-bound tomes. "A Compendium of Common Curses and Their Counter-Actions... The Dark Arts Outsmarted... Self-Defensive Spellwork... wow..." She looked around at Harry, her face glowing, and he saw that the presence of hundreds of books had finally convinced Hermione that what they were doing was right. "Harry, this is wonderful, there's everything we need here!"
And without further ado she slid Jinxes for the Jinxed from its shelf, sank onto the nearest cushion, and began to read.

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Chapter 18, p.391-392
"Well, I've been thinking about the sort of stuff we ought to do first and - er - " He noticed a raised hand. "What, Hermione?"
"I think we should elect a leader," said Hermione.
"Harry's leader," said Cho at once, looking at Hermione as though she were mad, and Harry's stomach did yet another back flip.
"Yes, but I think we ought to vote on it properly," said Hermione, unperturbed. "It makes it formal and it gives him authority. So - everyone who thinks Harry ought to be our leader?"
Everybody put up their hands, even Zacharias Smith, though he did it halfheartedly.
"Er - right, thanks," said Harry, who could feel his face burning. "And - what, Hermione?"
"I also think we ought to have a name," she said brightly, her hand still in the air. "It would be promote a feeling of team spirit and unity, don't you think?"
"Can it be the Anti-Umbridge League?" said Angelina hopefully.
"Or the Ministry of Magic are Morons Group?" suggeseted fred.
"I was thinking," said Hermione, frowning at Fed, "more of a name that didn't tell everyone what we were up to, so we can refer to it safely outside meetings."
"The Defense Association?" said Cho. "The D.A. for short, so nobody knows what we're talking about?"
"Yeah, D.A.'s good,' said Ginny. "Only let's make it stand for Dumbledore's Army because that the Ministry's worst fear, isn't it?"
There was a good deal of appreciative murmuring and laughter at this.
"All in favor of the D.A.?" said Hermione bossily, kneeling up on her cushion to count. "That's a majority - motion passed!"
She pinned the piece of paper with all of their names on it on the wall and wrote DUMBLEDORE'S ARMY across the top in large letters.

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Chapter 19, p.398-399
Hermione soon devised a very clever method communicating the time and date of the next meeting to all the members in case they need to change it at short notice, because it would look suspicious if people from different Houses were seen crossing the Great Hall to talk to each other too often. She gave each of the members of the D.A. a fake Galleon (Ron became very excited when he saw the basket first, convinced that she was actually giving out gold).
"You see the numerals around the edge of the coins?" Hermione said, holding one up for examination at the end of their fourth meeting. the coin gleamed fat and yellow I the light from the torches. "On real Galleons that's just a serial number referring to the goblin who cast the coin. On the fake coins, though, the numbers will change to reflect the time and date of the next meeting. The coins will grow hot when the date changes, so if you're carrying them in your pocket you'll be able to feel them. We take one each, and when Harry sets the date of the next meeting he'll change the numbers on his coins, and because I've put a Protean Charm on them, they'll change to mimic his."
A blank silence greeted Hermione's words. She looked around at all the faces upturned to her, rather disconcerted.
"Well - I thought it was a good idea," she said uncertainly, "I mean, even if Umbridge asked us to turn out our pockets, there's nothing fishy about carrying a Galleon, is there? But... well, if you don't want to use them..."
"You can do a Protean Charm?" said terry Boot.
"Yes," said Hermione.
"But that's... that's N.E.W.T. standard, that is," he said weakly.
"Oh," said Hermione, trying to look modest. "Oh... well... yes, I suppose it is...."
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