The process went much smoother than Gawain had imagined.

Hermione almost easily convinced Professors McGonagall and Flitwick to not only be their instructors, but also to set aside a little time each week to personally guide their practice.

Harry was so successful in recruiting members that he was a little overwhelmed, but Ron reacted in time and dragged Percy to help him create an application form for the students to fill out.

Instead of letting them go, comparing who could tear Harry to shreds first.

"We now have a total of 34 applications, mostly from Gryffindor and Hufflepuff juniors, but there are some... You know. ”

Hermione flipped through the form, taking notes carefully, and suddenly looked up nearby, noticing that Malfoy was secretly watching, and lowered her voice.

Most of the applicants are in grades 1 to 3, with only one Hufflepuff fourth-year girl, and as for the fifth grade and above, Gawain and others are not currently open to apply.

"Blaise Zabini, Pansy Perkins, Millicent... For Merlin's sake on the chiffon, I thought Malfoy was going to poke his nose in!"

She counted them one by one.

This made Gawain feel a little embarrassed.

They are raising the banner of openness, tolerance, and mutual assistance, and it is undoubtedly not a good thing to reject them on the basis of the impression of these people.

But expect these people to study seriously?

He would rather expect Professor Snape to wash his hair!

Suddenly, Gawain thought of the experience of the Blotted bookstore.

"Hmm... That's right. We can send a re-examination letter to all applicants and ask them to submit a copy of the research report. It is not limited to the subject matter or field, as long as it is original, no matter how inconspicuous it is. ”

Gawain looked at Harry, "Harry, I'm afraid you're going to have to convince them of this, and Hermione will help too, right?", he turned to Hermione again, confirming that she nodded yes.

"We're going to be completely open to the public internally, and if Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick see it, they'll not skimp on it. ”

"But, I mean, what if they submit it too? You know, Malfoy could have borrowed a copy of somebody's report... He doesn't have that much credibility..."

Harry questioned.

"As for the rest, leave it to me. ”

The corners of Gawain's mouth rose slightly.

There was a spell he had wanted to try for a long time.

After that, they decided to schedule the first event on Tuesday evening, so that it wouldn't conflict with Quidditch training and astronomy lessons.

As for the senior students in charge of instructing the first class, Gawain cheekily invited Penelope and paid a small price.

- "Senpai, I'll invite Percy along. Come to think of it, you won't say no if you stay with him for three hours, right?"

Although he was quickly kicked out of the Ravenclaw break room by Penelope, Penelope "inadvertently" inquired about the time and venue of the event.

What shocked Gawain, and even everyone, the most.

It's Professor Snape.

He... He...

For Merlin's sake...

Actually...

Wash your hair!

In the Great Hall on Monday morning, Professor Snape was still wearing his floor-length black robe, his face sallow, but his hair was no longer greasy, but neatly draped.

"Melia!

Ron even shouted out and was deducted 5 house points by Professor McGonagall, who was actually just as shocked.

It's a pity that Professor Snape's terrifying aura seems to have turned into a physical object, making people afraid to get close to him, let alone pat him on the shoulder.

"Is it because the hair is so greasy that it doesn't hang down that you have to wash it?"

The only insider, Gao Wen, secretly guessed.

Before you know it, it's Tuesday.

After dinner, Gao Wen hurriedly came to the venue of the event to decorate, and the originally empty room had been sorted out in a very orderly manner.

Around the room, there were several tall old bookcases, which Hermione had lent out after she had "tactfully" begged Mrs. Pince.

The bookcases are now mostly empty, with only two dozen pieces of parchment in place, with contributions from applicants who have agreed to the retest. But Gawain believes that there will definitely be more and more such materials in the future.

At the very back of the room was a large, bulky corner cabinet with a lot of messy stuff - mats, dummies, joke props, etc.

The generous Mr. Filch, after learning of Gawain's need, took the initiative to drag these out of the storage room for him to take away, with the only request being "Don't let me see them again in the castle!"

As for Mrs. Loris, who was fascinated by her eyes, and Filch's pockets, which seemed to be bulging for some reason... Then no one really knows.

"The abyss is fat, and eating less canned food is good for him. And they're all mature kittens, and if you don't have a cat teasing stick or something, you should learn to play on your own. ”

Gawain swore he wasn't worried about the safety of his pillow.

At half-past seven, everyone was there.

Gryffindor's Hermione, Harry, Ron, Neville, Seamus, Dean, Parvati, Lavender, as well as second-year Katie and another boy whose name Gawain had forgotten.

Ravenclaw's Terry Bout, Lisa Dupin, and a second-year girl who seems to be from the East.

On the Hufflepuff side, there was only one girl in the first grade, Hannah, and four in the third grade, but Gawain didn't know their names.

Only Slytherin.

Terrance Higgs.

A tall and thin second-year student actually passed the conditions set by Gawain and came here.

This is indeed unexpected.

On the door to enter the room, Gawain applied a guard, in the same way as Miranda's parchment.

"I, Gauvin White, pledge to join this gathering voluntarily and not to discriminate, insult, or treat anyone unfairly on any basis of descent or qualifications. ”

Anyone who wants to enter a room must read this passage. And anyone who wants to lie will be sent to Madam Pomfrey without hesitation with a "Densaugeo".

Of course, as long as the Slytherins call the right name, even if they don't say the rest of the word, they can naturally come in.

However, when all the other initiates agree with this statement, it means that the person, even if he is unwilling, will be labeled as such a "noble pure-blood traitor."

Gawain didn't think they would be conscious enough, preferring to pay what would be a social death for them, just to add to his blockage.

If there really is...

This man is either simply stupid to the point of outrageousness, or he is a rare Slytherin stream.

But Gawain didn't say much, but clapped his hands, attracted everyone's attention, and stood in the center of the room.

"So, let's start the party, shall we?"