Chapter 20: Chapter 20

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

Indo's words are not wrong. In Hogwarts, there are many student organizations like this. For example, the later Harry Potter, he founded D.A, which is Dumbledore's Army. A Defense Against the Dark Arts society studying in the Room of Requirement.

However, it was helpless for them to place the position of the club in the Room of Requirement, because Hogwarts was under the high pressure of the British Ministry of Magic at that time, and had to avoid all kinds of eyeliners of Dolores Ulurich.

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

Speaking of which, in Western society, education is largely biased towards interests and hobbies, that is, gifted education.

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

Of course, due to concepts and lifestyles, Hoffa did not experience any clubs in his previous life. There was no school in high school, and everyone was afraid of delaying their studies.

And when it comes to college, most of the clubs in the school are peddlers, and they are all places for seniors to hook up with innocent girls. Can't really cultivate any interest.

So the association is really a new thing for Hoffa.

The Hogwarts society registration office is behind a huge portrait on the second floor. This is a portrait of hundreds of philosophical figures in ancient Greece. The people in the portrait are noisy and arguing.

Access to that portrait does not require a password at all. Because there are constantly students coming in and out.

Passing through the gray stone corridor behind the portrait, Hoffa came to a hall. There were many arched corridors around the hall, and the delicately carved corridor patterns turned into strings of magic symbols from time to time, flickering slightly on the walls. In the middle of the hall are statues of a group of young wizards with wands, looking in high spirits.

There are many portraits on the wall. On the portraits, there are all kinds of outstanding students in the past. Those oil paintings are also advertised to recruit new members into their own clubs.

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

After Hoffa looked at it for a while, he saw a desk dedicated to registration and consultation in the corner of the hall, and a delicate-looking girl was sitting in front of the desk. She was wearing a school gown, around the sixth grade, and was recording something with a quill brush, and her movements seemed to be very agile.

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

"Hello, how can I help you?"

"I want to ask, do you know that there is a society for learning spells?" Hoffa asked politely.

"There are a total of 17 spell clubs in the school, which one do you want to join?"

While talking about the girl, he pulled out a stack of parchment.

"Uh..." Hoffa was stunned for a moment. Indu only told that there was a magic society that could teach him spells, but he didn't say which one. He didn't even think that there were 17 societies that only learned magic spells.

Seeing that Hoffa didn't speak, the girl asked again.

"Do you have an invitation? Some clubs can only be entered by invitation."

"No." Hoffa said honestly.

"Well, there are only three who don't need an invitation. But I think you'd better screen it yourself."

After speaking, she handed Hoffa a stack of parchment.

Hoffa took a look, well, there are a long list of various club names on it.

Trastrag Sorcerers

Horns Club

Mystery of All Things Magic Club

Cryptia

O'Mahni Brotherhood

Northern Ireland Magic Club

northumberland regiment

 ….

These associations not only have their own creation time and characters. And they have their own requirements. Many associations have very strict requirements for the personnel who sign up to participate, including requirements for regions, families, and even bloodlines.

Hoffa looked at it for a long time, but he didn't know which one Indo said that he could teach magic after joining the club.

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

"An arbitrary spell?" The senior girl frowned.

"I've never heard of any club boasting that any spell can be taught. Moreover, when new students enter a club, they mainly focus on learning the rules of the club. No one will easily teach spells."

Hoffa was taken aback, this is different from what Indo said.

He casually flipped through the parchment in his hand, thinking about the problem in his mind.

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

This page marks a society called the Violet Wizards.

Violet Wizards Society

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

Those who do not strictly keep secrets are not allowed to join

At the end of the parchment is written a row of small characters, (Enrollment is full.)

But it wasn't the society's name or its demands that caught Hoffa's attention, but a small drawing on parchment.

In the painting is a man wearing a strange pale mask. The mask covers his entire face, making it impossible to see his face clearly, but on the man's ear, there is an earring that is exactly the same as his own.

Hoffa knew immediately which club he wanted to join.

He said to the female senior in front of him, "That's it, I want to join this club."

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

"Tell me where it is, and I'll visit it myself," Hoffa insisted. His attitude of wanting to obtain the Disillusionment Charm is very firm, and he will not be shaken by some obstacles.

"Okay." The woman didn't refuse, she pulled out a stack of small cards from under the table. One was chosen and handed to Hoffa.

"No, just follow the arrow. But I don't care if others let you in or not."

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

After thanking the senior sister, Hoffa followed the guidance on the card and came to the area where the school's clubs were concentrated.

Hogwarts has a dedicated area for most societies.

Compared with the bustle of the lobby just now, the location of the community area is quite quiet.

This is a tall minaret. The top of the tower is made of transparent glass. There is a bright white light on the ground from bottom to top, connecting the top and bottom of the tower. It has a strange shape, as if it is the core of some kind of magic circle.

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

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

Occasionally, people in the oil paintings who were sitting at their desks looked up at Hoffa, and then they looked down again. Leave him alone.

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

Needless to say, Hoffa knew that behind every oil painting here, there was a different student group hidden.

This made Hoffa feel a little overwhelmed by the ocean, so many unknown chambers, so many wizarding groups, so many ancient secrets.

If you have to explore 100% to obtain the knowledge of the Great God, you know how long this school will have to explore on that day.

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

Going further and further away.

Finally, he stopped in front of a huge portrait of a woman, a masked witch holding a bouquet of violets.

It's very remote here. There are few oil paintings around. The figure in the painting caught a glimpse of Hoffa approaching, as if sensing his purpose.

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

"Excuse me, I would like to apply to join the regiment." Hoffa said politely.

The woman in the painting puts down the bouquet and stands up, and slowly disappears into the passageway in the oil painting. Not long after, the woman came back.

There was another person who came back with her. It was a student wearing a pale mask. She was small and thin, and she couldn't see her face at all. The two walked together in the oil painting.

The thin student came to Hoffa, looked him up, and then jumped out of the portrait, which shocked Hoffa a lot. (He always thought that guy was the one who was drawn too.)

"What are you here for?" asked the masked man. The voice is female, and she should not be very old.

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

Because he felt that the masked woman was as transparent as she was clearly standing in front of him, yet seemed to be far away from him. It was vague and indistinct, as if she would disappear as soon as I turned my head.

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

"You want to join?" The masked man tilted his head, "Didn't the student union tell you that the club is full?" Her voice was also very ethereal, without any texture.

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

The masked woman said, "What about the purpose? Tell me your purpose."

Hoffa looked up, looking directly into the eyes under the mask.

"I want to get a spell. I heard that if you join your club, you can get any spell."

The masked man shook his head, then nodded again.

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

"What test."

"Recite the requirements for joining the group to me. I think you should have read it at the student union."

Hoffa replied: "Those who are not wise, rigorous and resolute are not allowed to join, and those who are not strictly secretive are not allowed to join."

"Very good, good memory."

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

"Tell me is that really you?"

Hoffa thought for a while: "Smartness doesn't count, I don't know about rigor and perseverance, but the second thing to keep a secret, I think I can do it."

"You are quite modest, come with me."

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

Hoffa followed her through the canvas like a veil. But he knew that this was caused by some kind of magic, if it wasn't for this masked woman who brought him in, he would definitely not be able to pass this level.

After entering, Hoffa found that it was very dark.

At the foot of a stone step leading to the ground, there are some strange scratches on the floor. A brazier was lit at intervals around it.

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

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

Clean, simple, but somehow weird.

This was Hoffa's first impression of the society.

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

The people in these oil paintings are all wearing masks, all kinds of masks. But they are not alive like the oil paintings outside, these oil paintings are more like the works of Muggles, they hang on the wall motionless. The surface glass was covered with thick dust.

Under each oil painting, there is a transparent vase.

Some of the vases contained fresh violets, while some of the vases contained very dry flowers that hadn't been changed for more than ten years.

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

Her whole posture and movements are unusually slow, solemn, and mysterious.

For some reason, Hoffa felt that this place was not like a community classroom, but like a grave.

Because the atmosphere was too weird, there was no one there. He was lifeless, and the surrounding braziers couldn't provide him with any warmth.

Hoffa shuddered unconsciously, looking around, trying to find other people, but no matter how he looked, there were no other people in the underground hall. Only the masked girl slowly changing flowers in the vase.

Finally, after changing the flowers.

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

"sit."

"Where are the others?" Hoffa asked after sitting down, looking around.

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

Hoffa was startled.

"You said you were fully recruited!"

"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 wrapped around her cuffs.

"But you are lucky. I just wanted to recruit a subordinate to help organize the club, so you came here."

"Then you will teach me the spell?" Hoffa asked dubiously, he had some bad premonition for some reason.

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

The masked woman walked near the stone platform, drew out her wand, and tapped the pile of glass boxes beside the stone platform. The glass box slowly opened, and she took out a scroll from it.

Hoffa frowned slightly.

"What is your test?"

"It's very simple. The Violet Wizard Group is a magic organization, so it is naturally obligated to help the students in the school learn magic spells."

She placed the scroll in front of Hoffa.

"I don't know who you heard that our society can teach spells, but obviously you have some misunderstandings about us. Our test is to let students learn any spell in a short period of time. If they learn it, they will pass the test. "

"But if you can't learn it."

The masked man spread out the scroll.

"At your own risk, please."

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

"This..." Hoffa looked up and was about to ask.

Suddenly, a white light blazed on the scroll, and Hoffa's whole body twisted, as if 20 dementors were tearing his soul inside the scroll, making him unable to even breathe.

After a few seconds, the white light dissipated.

Hoffa fell down on the table in an instant and lost consciousness.

The expression on the masked woman's face was unclear. She bent down and put away the scroll on the stone platform, and then took out a small white hourglass from her cuff. Put it next to Hoffa.

She turned her head slightly to look at Hoffa's already dull eyes, and said indifferently:

"Friendly reminder, in the book of spells, only the pure goal is the only truth."