In the late afternoon, a brand new poster was hung on the bulletin board, and the title of Magic Club's new brochure can be seen from a distance!

Under the bulletin board was surrounded by a group of little wizards, and an enthusiastic student read out loudly so that the people behind him could hear it.

"The first group of members of the Magic Club are required to recruit the following (choose one of the following three types, choose the best one):

1: Roughly master thirty practical ancient demons (the degree to which magic puppets can be repaired), or master one practical ancient demon (see the picture below);

2: Complete an alchemy object independently;

3: Focusing on "Ancient Demon Exploration", complete a seven-foot-long theory (also attached to the alternate reference book);

Selection time: the last Saturday morning of this month; location: ancient magic class classroom;

Head of the Magic Club: Felix Hepp, September 7, 1993."

Below the poster is a dynamic picture and a long list of books.

Harry, Ron and Hermione squeezed into the front of the crowd and looked at the words and patterns on it.

"I think the first requirement is easiest to meet." Ron said at the end of the first line above, "It's the last sentence. You only need to be proficient in a practical ancient demon."

His words attracted a lot of consent.

"No!" Hermione retorted sharply, pointing to the animation on the left side of the poster. A little wizard held a magic symbol in his hand, but then the symbol turned into a flame. "It is the hardest of all requirements, on the contrary, I think the third requirement is the simplest."

"Are you kidding, Hermione! That's the seven-foot theory, seven-foot!"

"My eyes are fine, Ron. In fact, I've written a longer term."

Many students recognized this assistant to the ancient magic class, especially for students who have been elected in ancient magic for more than a year, they are very familiar with the witch (handwriting).

Many people privately complained that the second-grade Granger was the professor of ancient magic courses because her delicate and neat handwriting often appeared in the homework of this course and spanned five grades.

"Miss Granger, I hope you can explain the meaning and difficulty of each one." Percy, seventh grader, appeared, with a badge symbolizing the president of the boys' student union hanging on his chest, and said in a reserved and formal tone: "Your words will be a powerful reference."

Ron bit Harry's ear and said, "You look at him, like the Ministry of Magic's spokesperson, except that he has a protruding belly."

Harry looked at Percy and thought about the image of the Uncle Fennon's belly on Percy. He couldn't help laughing.

Hermione saw everyone turning her eyes on her, "Oh, of course." She said nervously: "Hai, ahem! Professor Hayp's magic club valued practical magic more, and his three requirements basically revolved around this."

"The first thing to examine the mastery of practical magic. As far as I know, I mean I have seen your homework. Many people in the fifth grade or above meet the requirements, except for the last sentence!"

"You all understand the second one, but to meet the professor's standards, you must use more alchemy symbols and practical demons;"

"The third article is to examine the understanding of practical magic. I personally think it is the easiest way, and it is the best choice for students under the fifth grade..."

It took more than ten minutes before Hermione escaped from the crowd and found Harry and Ron who were standing aside and waiting.

"My God, the first time I've been treated so enthusiastically!" Hermione said without knowing whether she was happy or worried.

Ron muttered, "I want to change it with you."

"Let's go, let's go to the auditorium for dinner first," said Harry.

At this moment, a voice came in

"So, you Muggle species just made a big splash!" Draco Malfoy appeared at some point, with a sick look on his face, next to him was Pansy Parkinson, and two undefeated followers, Crab and Goll.

"Shut up, Malfoy! You'd better consider your dad and explain it to your Death Eater friend." Ron said with a contemptuous look on his face.

Draco's expression became gloomy and Ron happened to poke his sore spot. After three days of brewing, his father sent a stern letter, forbidding him to mention any topics with the words "Dark Devil".

‘Do you know if you erase this person from your memory? Otherwise I will take you back.’ This is what the sentence in the letter said.

Draco ignored Ron, he looked at Harry and said, "If I were you, I'll go see that big stupid guy more. Maybe you can only see him in the overturned alley in the future."

Harry said without hesitation: "Hagir will not be fired."

"Wait, Potter." He sneered twice and said to Hermione, "You are just a little clever, what else can you do except memorize rote?"

"I know so much, do you want to try it?" Hermione's mouth emitted a strange syllable, and a light halo appeared on her palm.

"She is still the first in all subjects in the second grade 'ans answering parchment' rankings. Yes, it doesn't seem like that in your opinion... Oh, by the way, she may become your examiner, if you want to join the Magic Club," Ron said ridiculed him.

Draco felt uncomfortable as if he had eaten a dead fly. He said slowly: "What a pity, it seems that your family won the big prize from the Prophet Daily, which makes you obviously more confident..."

"Draco, don't worry about these inferior people. My grandfather's servants are richer than his family. Together with them, pure blood is the greatest humiliation I have ever suffered." Pansy Parkinson proudly pulled him away.

Ron frowned and said incrediblely, "Are they sick? Why do they get unpleasant every time they appear?"

Even after dinner and returning to the common room, Ron was still struggling with it, "Doesn't my good mood for the day, Hermione, I mean it, if you become one of the examiners in the selection...hey! Keep your cat away from me!"

Less than three feet away from him, one of his fur was ginger and his face looked like a crushed cat was leaning down and his eyes were staring at his pocket.

Hermione unhappily picked up her cat, "Crook Hill, be good." She sat on the other side of the small round table.

Harry looked down at a piece of parchment paper with various names on it, and various lines were drawn between the names.

Hermione glanced at the above content and said worriedly: "Harry, are you still struggling with that fugitive?"

"I just can't figure out how my father chose such a man as his best man!" Harry angrily hammered the table. Even if almost a week had passed, he could not forget his anger at that time.

Hermione comforted him and said, "Many people will change, Harry."

Ron asked curiously: "I remember you said on Saturday that you were going to ask Professor Lupin for information, but what was the result?"

Harry said in depression: "I didn't see him. Professor Lupin was sick. I knocked through the door for a long time before he replied to me in a hoarse voice."

"But he didn't explicitly reject you, didn't he? Find an opportunity to try again, just after class, or the next weekend," Ron suggested.
Chapter completed!