Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

After returning to school and hiding her transfiguration book, Hoffa went straight to the school’s club organization classroom.

Induo’s words are not wrong. In Hogwarts, there are many student organizations that resemble clubs. For example, the later Harry Potter, he founded DA, which is Dumbledore's Army. A Defense Against the Dark Arts club that learns in the responsive house.

However, it was really helpless that they put the club’s position in the responsive house at the time, because Hogwarts was under the high pressure of the Britain Ministry of Magic at that time, and they had to avoid Dolores. Ulurich’s various eye lines. .

But the Hogwarts of this era obviously did not have that kind of situation, and the community developed very prosperously. Hoffa randomly found a senior student on the road and asked about it, and he told Hoffa the location of the classroom for school registration and registered clubs.

Speaking of which, in Western society, education is largely biased towards hobby and hobby, which is the education of innate talent.

Basically, starting from elementary school, there will be various clubs in the school. Develop students' various talents.

Of course, because of his concept and lifestyle, Hoffa has not experienced any associations in his previous life. There was no school in high school, and everyone was afraid of delaying their studies.

When I was in college, most of the clubs in the school were selling dog meat, and they were used by seniors to hook up simple junior sisters. It doesn't really cultivate any interest.

So the community is really a new thing for Hoffa.

After a huge portrait on the second floor of the Societies Registry of Hogwarts, this is a portrait depicting hundreds of philosophical figures in ancient Greece. The people in the portrait are noisy and arguing. .

You don't need a password to enter the portrait. Because there are students coming in and out constantly.

Passing through the gray stone corridor behind the portrait, Hoffa came to a hall. There were many arched cloisters around the hall, and the elaborately carved cloister patterns became a string of magic symbols from time to time. There was a slight flicker on the wall. In the middle of the hall is a group of statues of young wizards holding wands. They look high-spirited and vigorous.

There are many portraits on the wall. On the portraits, there are all kinds of outstanding students from the past. Those oil paintings are also advertising, recruiting new members to join their own clubs.

Many students walk around here, most of them are new students about the same age as themselves.

After Hoffa looked at it for a while, he saw a table dedicated to registration and consultation in the corner of the hall. In front of the table sat a delicate-looking girl. She was wearing a school gown, around Sixth Year, and she was holding a quill to record something, her movements seemed very swift.

Hoffa walked over, the girl lifts the head, showing a professional smile.

"Hello, can I help you?"

"I want to ask, do you know of any clubs that learn spells?" Hoffa asked politely.

"There are 17 curse clubs in the school. May I ask which one you want to add."

While talking about the girls, they drew out a stack of parchment.

"Uh..." Hoffa was stunned for a moment. Induo only told the societies with spells that he could teach himself spell, but he didn't say which one. He didn't even think of the societies where trifling learns spells. There are 17.

Seeing that Hoffa was silent, the girl asked again.

"Do you have an invitation? Some clubs are invited to join."

"No." Hoffa said obediently and honestly.

"Well, there are only three who do not need to be invited. But I think you should filter it yourself."

After that, she handed Hoffa a stack of parchment.

Hoffa took a look, okay, the names of the various associations above have a long slip.

Trastrago Magic Club

Bull Horn Club

All Things Secret Art Magic Club

Cryptia Club

O’Mahney Brother Club

Northern Ireland Magic Club

Northumberland Group

…….

These societies not only have their own time and characters. And there are their own requirements. Many societies have very strict requirements for people who sign up for participation, including regions, families, and even bloodlines.

Hoffa watched for a long time, and didn't know which one Indor said could teach magic by joining.

So he asked the senior girl in front of him, "Well, which one of these can teach spells after joining the club, any spells."

"Any spells?" The senior girl frowned.

"I have never heard of a club that boasted about Haikou, saying that it can teach any spell, and generally new students enter the club to learn the rules of the club. No one will easily teach the spell. Yes."

Hoffa was taken aback. This is different from what Indor said.

He casually turned over the parchment on his hand, thinking about the problem in his mind.

Suddenly, he paused with his fingers and stayed on the last page of the paper.

This page is marked with a club named Violet Wizard.

Violet Wizard Society

People who are not wise, rigorous and determined are not allowed to join

People who are not strictly keeping secrets are not allowed to join

At the end is a row of small letters, (The enrollment is full.)

But it is not the name of the club or its requirements that attracts Hoffa's attention, but a small piece of paper drawn on the parchment.

In the painting is a man wearing a weird pale mask. The mask covers his entire face and he can't see his appearance, but on his ears, there is an earring exactly like his own.

Hoffa immediately knew the club he wanted to join.

He and the female Senior in front of him said: "That’s it, I want to join this club."

After the female Senior took a look at the parchment, she stared wide-eyed, "The Violet Group ….. But this club is full, haven't you seen it?"

"Tell me where it is, and I will visit it myself." Hoffa insisted. His attitude towards obtaining Disillusionment Charm is very firm and will not be shaken by some obstacles.

"Okay." The woman did not refuse, she drew a stack of small cards from under the table. He chose one and handed it to Hoffa.

"No, just keep following the arrow. However, if others let you in, I won’t be able to control it."

Hoffa took the card and took a look. An area of ​​a tower is hand-drawn on the surface, and there is a small trembling arrow in the center of the card surface. That's where I stand.

After thanking the senior Sister in the senior year, Hoffa followed the instructions on the card and came to the school's community area.

Hogwarts has a dedicated area for most communities.

Compared with the lively hall just now, the location of the community area is quite quiet.

This is a tall minaret. The top of the tower is transparent glass. There is a bright white light from bottom to top, connecting the top and the bottom of the tower. It has a weird shape, like a kind of The core of the array.

Some weird instruments slowly rotate around the white light, and from time to time they will make a sweet and crisp sound.

There are many oil paintings distributed in the tower, but the oil paintings on the walls are doing their own things, very silent.

Occasionally, some people at the desk in the oil painting looked up at Hoffa, and then they lowered their heads again. Leave him alone.

On the way, he also saw some wizard students. These students stood in front of the oil painting. After seeing him coming over, they shut up silently. After he left, these students reported their password and disappeared after the oil painting.

Needless to say, Hoffa knows that behind every painting here, there is a different student body hidden.

This gave Hoffa a feeling of sighing and sighing, so many unknown Chamber of Secrets, so many wizard groups, so many ancient secrets...

If It is necessary to explore 100% to obtain the knowledge of the Great God, then heaven knows how long this school has to explore on its own.

Hoffa took the card and walked slowly along the stairs of the tower.

The more you go, the more you go.

Finally, he stopped in front of a huge portrait of a woman. In the painting is a witch wearing a mask and holding a bouquet of violets.

This is already very remote. There are not a few oil paintings around. The person in the painting caught a glimpse of Hoffa coming, as if he had sensed his intention.

"What's the matter?" The person in the painting asked calmly.

"Excuse me, I want to apply to join the group." Hoffa said politely.

The woman in the painting put down the bouquet and stood up, and slowly disappeared into the passage in the oil painting. After a while, the woman returned.

There was another person who came back with her. It was a student wearing a pale mask. She was thin and could not see her looks at all. The two walked together in the oil painting.

The thin student came to Hoffa, and after taking a look at him, he got out of the portrait and shocked Hoffa. (He always thought that guy was the one who was drawn.)

"What are you here for?" the mask man asked. The voice is a female voice, and should not be too old.

Hoffa looked at the other party with lingering fear, thinking that the other party might have been imposing some profound magic.

Because he felt that the masked girl was transparent, she was standing in front of him, but she seemed to be far away from him. Vague and indistinct, as if she would disappear as soon as she turned her head.

Hoffa respectfully asked: "I want to ask, can I still join the club now?"

"Do you want to add?" Did you say that the number of people in the club is full?" Her voice is also very illusory, without any texture.

"I said, but I still want to try it."

The mask woman said: "What about your purpose? Tell me your purpose."

Hoffa Look up and look directly into the eyes under the mask.

"I want to get a spell. I heard that joining your club can get any spell."

The mask man shook the head and clicked nodded again.

She chuckled inexplicably: "It's really an honest answer. It's really interesting. I don't know who told you. But it's not impossible to join the Violet Wizard, but I have to give it to you first. A small test."

"What test."

"Certain the request to join the group. I think you should have seen it at the student union."

Hoffa replied: "Those who are not wise, rigorous and determined cannot join, and those who are not strictly keeping secrets cannot join."

"Very good, with a good memory."

The mask girl took a step closer and circled Hoffa half a circle.

"Tell me that you are indeed such a person?"

Hoffa thought for a while: "Wisdom is not counted, rigorous and determined, I don't know, but the second one is to keep secrets. I think I can do it."

"You are rather humble, come with me."

She walked into the oil painting with her hands back and disappeared directly inside.

Hoffa followed her through the oil painting, as if through a layer of veil. But he knew that this was caused by some kind of magic, and if the masked woman hadn't brought him in, he would have not passed this level.

After entering, Hoffa found it very dim.

At the foot of a stone step leading to the underground, there are some strange nicks on the floor. A brazier is lit up every other segment around.

Crossing the steps, Hoffa came to a square underground hall.

This hall is a standard square, with a raised stone platform in the middle. On the side of the stone platform, there are some glass boxes on the neat and tidy floor. There is only one cushion on the ground.

Clean, simple, but somehow weird.

This is Hoffa's first impression of this community.

After the masked woman brought Hoffa in, she ignored him, picked up a bunch of violets from the stone platform and walked under a row of oil paintings.

The people in these oil paintings all wear masks, all kinds of masks. But they are not like the oil paintings outside. They are all alive. These oil paintings are more like muggle works. They are hung motionless on the wall. The glass on the surface is covered with thick dust.

Under each oil painting, there is a transparent vase.

Some vases contain vivid violets, and some vases have very dry flowers, which have not been changed for more than ten years.

The masked woman took the violet flowers and took away the old dead flowers. Then insert the fresh flowers.

Her postures and movements all appear to be very slow, solemn and mysterious.

For some reason, Hoffa feels that this place is not like a community classroom, but rather like a tomb.

Because the atmosphere is so weird, there is no one. It was lifeless, and the surrounding brazier couldn't provide him with any temperature.

Hoffa shuddered unconsciously, looking around, trying to find other people, but no matter how you look at it, there are no other people in this underground hall. Only the masked woman who slowly changed the vase for flowers.

Finally, after changing the flowers.

The mask girl came to the stone platform and said, pointing to the only cushion on the ground.

"Sit."

"Where are the others?" Hoffa sat down and looked all around.

"I'm the only one in the club." The mask woman said in a misty voice.

Hoffa was shocked.

"You said you are full!"

"As long as one person can do what 10 people do, the existence of the other nine is meaningless." The masked woman put her hands in her cuffs, standing behind Hoffa.

"But you are lucky. I just want to recruit a subordinate to help organize the society, so you come."

"Then...you will teach me Curse?" Hoffa asked half-belief, he had some bad feelings for some reason.

"If you pass the real test, I don't mind."

The mask girl walked near the stone platform, pulled out the wand, and clicked on the piles of glass boxes beside the stone platform. The glass box opened slowly, and she took out a scroll from it.

Hoffa frowned slightly.

"What is your test?"

"Violet wizard group is a magic organization, and it is naturally obligated to help school students learn magic spells."

She placed the scroll in front of Hoffa.

"I don’t know who you heard that our club can teach spells, but obviously you have a certain misunderstanding of us. Our test is to let students learn any spells in a short time. If they learn , It is considered to have passed the test."

"But if you can't learn..."

The mask man spread out the scroll.

"take responsibility for the consequences, please."

Hoffa looked towards the scroll in front of him, but found that there was only a flowing white light on the scroll, nothing else .

"This..." Hoffa looked up and just wanted to ask a question.

Suddenly, the white light on the scroll was released, and Hoffa's whole person was distorted, as if there were 20 dementors tearing his soul inside the scroll, making him unable to breathe.

After a few seconds, the white light disappeared.

Hoffa fell on the table instantly and lost consciousness.

The face of the mask woman can't see the expression clearly, she bent down and put away the scroll on the stone platform, and then took out a small white hourglass from the cuff. Put it next to Hoffa.

She turned her head slightly and looked towards Hoffa’s already godless eyes, and said indifferently:

"Friendly reminder, in the book of spells, only pure goals are the only truth. ."