Chapter 20

Back at school, after hiding his metamorphosis books, Hoffa went straight to the school's community classroom.

There are many student organizations in Hogwarts that are similar to these societies. For example, later generations of Harry Potter, he founded the D.A., that is, Dumbledore army. It's a defense against the dark arts community that studies in the house of need.

, however, they were helpless at the time when they placed the club's position in the demand room, because at that time Hogg Watts was in the high pressure state of the British Ministry of magic and had to avoid Dolores's various eyeliner.

But in this era, Hogwarts obviously did not have that kind of situation, and the community developed very prosperous. Hoffa casually asked a senior student on the road, and he told Hoffa the location of the classroom of the school registration and registered society.

In a word, in western society, education to a large extent tends to interest and hobby, that is, gifted education.

Basically, from primary school, there will be various associations in the school. Develop students' talents.

Of course, because of the concept and lifestyle, Hoffa did not experience any community in his previous life. There was no school in high school, so we were afraid of delaying our study.

When it comes to college, most of the clubs in the school sell dog meat with sheep's head. They are all places for seniors to hook up with simple schoolgirls. It doesn't really cultivate any interest.

So the club is really a new thing for Hoffa.

After a huge portrait on the second floor of the society registry in Hogwarts, this is a picture of hundreds of ancient Greek philosophical figures. The people in the picture are noisy and quarrelsome.

You don't need a password to get into that picture. Because there are students coming in and out.

After passing through the limestone corridor behind the portrait, Hoffa comes to a hall surrounded by many arched corridors, and the exquisitely carved patterns of the corridors turn into a string of magic symbols that twinkle on the walls. In the middle of the hall are statues of a group of young witches with magic wands. They look high spirited.

There are many portraits on the wall. On the portraits are all kinds of outstanding students of past dynasties. Those paintings are also advertised one after another to recruit new members into their own societies.

Many students are walking around here, most of them are freshmen about their age.

After Hoffa looked at it for a while, he saw a table in the corner of the hall for registration and consultation. In front of the table sat a pretty girl. She was wearing a school gown. She was in the sixth grade or so. She was holding a feather brush to record something. Her movements looked very sharp.

Hoffa walked over and the girl looked up with a professional smile.

"Hello, what can I do for you?"

"I'd like to ask, do you know any clubs that learn magic charms?" Hoffa asked politely.

"There are 17 magic clubs in the school. Which one would you like to add?"

While talking, the girl drew out a pile of parchment.

"Er..." Hoffa was stunned for a moment, because duo only told that there were magic societies that could teach him magic, but he didn't say which one. What's more, he didn't expect that there were only 17 societies that could learn magic.

The girl saw that Hoffa didn't speak, so she asked again.

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

"No Hoffa said honestly.

"Well, there are only three who don't need to be invited. But I think you'd better sort it out yourself. "

With that, she handed Hoffa a wad of parchment.

Hoffa looked at it. Well, the names of all kinds of clubs on it were very long.

Trastrag

the oxhorn Club

the secret magic club of all things

kriptia society

the brothers of omechanie

Northern Ireland magic club

Northumberland Club

these societies not only have their own founding time, but also have their own characters. And they have their own requirements. Many societies have very strict requirements for people who sign up to participate, including region, family, and even blood lineage.

Hoffa looked at it for a long time, but he didn't know which one Yinduo said could teach magic.

So he asked the senior girl in front of him, "well, which one of them is a member of the society can teach magic spells, any magic spell."

"Any curse?" The senior girl frowned.

"I've never heard of a club boasting that it can teach any magic spell. Moreover, most freshmen enter the club mainly to learn the rules of the club. No one's going to teach the curse easily. "

Hoffa was stunned. This is different from what ENDOR said.

He flipped the parchment on his hands carelessly, thinking.

All of a sudden, he pointed and stopped on the last page of the paper.

This page is marked with a society called the violet sorcerers.

The violet sorcerer society

can not be joined without wisdom, preciseness and perseverancePeople who do not strictly keep secrets are not allowed to join

there is a row of small words at the end of the parchment (the number of people enrolled is full.)

But it wasn't the name of the club or its requirements that attracted Hoffa's attention, it was a small piece of paper on parchment.

is as like as two peas in a picture of a strange pale mask. The mask concealed his whole face and could not see clearly. But on the man's ear, he had a earring which was exactly the same as himself.

Hoffa immediately knew what club he was going to join.

He said to the girl in front of him, "that's it. I want to join this club."

After the schoolgirl took the parchment and looked at it, she widened her eyes But this club is full, don't you see? "

"Tell me where it is and I'll visit it myself." Hoffa insisted. He is very determined to get the magic body curse, and will not waver because of some obstacles.

"All right." The woman didn't refuse. She drew a stack of small cards from under the table. One was selected and handed to Hoffa.

"No, just follow the arrow. But if you're not allowed in, I can't control it. "

Hoffa took the card and looked at it. There was a hand-painted area of a tower on the card. There was a small shaking arrow in the middle of the card. That's where you stand.

After thanking the senior student sister, Hoffa followed the instructions on the card and came to the community concentration area of the school.

Hogwarts has a special area for most communities.

Compared with the busy hall just now, the location of the club area is quite quiet.

This is a high spire. The top of the spire is transparent glass. There is a bright white light on the ground from bottom to top. It connects the top and the bottom of the spire. It has a strange shape and seems to be the core of some kind of array.

Some strange instruments revolve around the white light slowly, and from time to time they will give out a ringing sound.

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

Once in a while, some people in the painting look up at Hoffa, and then they lower their heads. Leave him alone.

On the way, he also saw some wizard students. These students stood in front of the oil painting. When they saw him coming, they all shut up silently. After he left, these students gave the password and disappeared the oil painting.

Needless to say, Hoffa knew that behind each painting there was a different student group.

This gives Hoffa a feeling of admiration. There are so many unknown secret rooms, so many wizard groups, so many ancient secrets...

if you want to explore 100% to acquire the knowledge of the great God, you know how long the school will explore on that day.

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

The more you walk, the more you deviate.

Finally, he stops in front of a huge portrait of a woman, a sorceress in a mask and a bouquet of violets.

It's very remote. There are not many paintings around. The man in the painting caught a glimpse of Hoffa coming and seemed to be aware of his intention.

"What's the matter?" Asked the man calmly.

"Excuse me, I'd like to apply for League membership." Hoffa said politely.

In the painting, the woman puts down the bouquet and stands up, slowly disappearing into the passage in the oil painting. After a while, the woman came back.

She came back with another person. It was a student with a pale mask. She was thin and couldn't see her face clearly. They walked together in the oil painting.

The thin student came to Hoffa, looked at him, and then came out of the picture, which made Hoffa jump. (he always thought that guy was also painted.)

"What are you doing here?" Asked the masked man. It's a female voice. I'm not very old.

Hoffa looked at the other side with fear, thinking that the other side might have been imposed some profound magic.

Because he felt that the masked woman was as transparent as she was standing in front of her, but it seemed that she was far away from her. Vaguely and unreal, as if she would disappear as soon as she turned her head.

Hoffa asked respectfully, "can I join the club now?"

"What do you want to add?" The masked man cocked his head, "didn't the student union tell you that the club is full?" Her voice is also very ethereal, no texture.

"Yes, but I'd like to have a try."

The masked woman said, "what's the purpose? State your purpose. "

Hoffa looked up into the eyes under the mask.

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

The masked man shook his head and nodded again.

She said with a smile: "it's really an honest answer. It's really interesting. I don't know who told you that. But it's not impossible to join the violet wizard group, but I have to give you a little test first"What test."

"Recite the requirements of joining the League to me. I think you should have seen it in the student union."

Hoffa replied, "you can't join unless you are wise, rigorous and resolute, and you can't join unless you strictly keep secrets."

"Good, good memory."

The masked woman took a step closer and made a half circle around Hoffa.

"Tell me, are you really such a person?"

Hoffa thought: "wisdom is not enough. I'm not sure about preciseness and perseverance, but the second one is to keep a secret. I think I can do it."

"You are very modest. Come with me."

She went into the painting with her hands behind her back and disappeared into it.

Hoffa followed her through the painting as if through a veil. But he knew that it was caused by some kind of magic. If the masked woman hadn't brought herself in, he would not have been able to pass the barrier.

After entering, Hoffa found it very dark.

At the foot of a stone step leading to the underground, there are some strange scratches on the floor. There is a brazier on every other section around.

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

This hall is a standard square, with a raised stone platform in the middle. Beside the stone platform, there are some glass boxes neatly stacked, and there is only one cushion on the ground.

Clean, simple, but somehow weird.

This is Hoffa's first impression of the club.

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

The people in these paintings are all wearing 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 still hanging on the wall. The surface of the glass was covered with thick dust.

Under each painting, there is a transparent vase.

Some vases are filled with fresh violets, while some flowers are very dry and haven't changed for more than ten years.

The masked woman took the violet flowers and took away the old ones. Then put in the fresh flowers.

Her whole posture and movements were extremely slow, solemn and mysterious.

For some reason, Hoffa felt that it was not a community classroom, but a tomb.

Because the atmosphere is so weird, there is no one. Lifeless, the surrounding brazier can not provide him with any temperature.

Hoffa shivered involuntarily and looked around to find other people. However, there were no other people in the underground hall. Only the mask girl who slowly changed the vase for flowers.

Finally, after changing flowers.

The masked woman came to the stone platform and pointed to the only cushion on the ground.

"Sit down."

"What about the others?" Hoffa sat down and looked around.

"I'm the only one in the club." Said the masked woman in an ethereal voice.

Hoffa was surprised.

"You said you were full!"

"As long as one person can do what 10 people do, then the existence of the other nine is meaningless." The masked woman stood behind Hoffa with her hands on her sleeves.

"But you're lucky. I wanted to recruit a subordinate to help organize the club, so you came."

"So... Will you teach me the curse?" Hoffa asked incredulously. He didn't know why he had some bad premonitions.

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

The masked woman went to the stone platform, drew out her magic wand, and lit the pile of glass boxes beside the stone platform. The glass box opened slowly and she took out a scroll.

Hoffa frowned slightly.

"What is your test?"

"It's very simple. The violet sorcerer group is an organization of incantation, and naturally has the obligation to help school students learn incantation."

She put the scroll in front of Hoffa.

"I don't know who you heard that our club can teach incantations, but obviously you have some misunderstanding about us. Our test is to let students learn any incantation in a short time. If they learn it, they will pass the test."

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

the mask man unfolds the scroll.

"At your own risk, please."

Hoffa looked at the scroll in front of him, only to find that there was only flowing white light on it, and nothing else.

"This..." Hoffa just wanted to ask.

Suddenly, the white light on the scroll was in full swing, and Hoffa was twisted, as if there were 20 Dementors tearing his soul in the scroll, making him unable to breathe.

After a few seconds, the white light dissipated.

Hoffa instantly fell on the table, unconscious.

The masked woman couldn't see her expression clearly. She bent down and folded up the scroll on the stone platform, then took out a small white hourglass from her sleeve. Next to Hoffa.She turned her head slightly to Hoffa's already godless eyes and said indifferently:

"friendship tips, in the book of incantations, only the pure goal is the only reality."