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

Indor's words were right, there were many such club-like student organizations at Hogwarts. For example, Harry Potter in later generations, he founded D.A., that is, Dumbledore's Army. A Defense Against the Dark Arts society that learns in the Room of Requirement.

However, it was unfortunate for them to put the place of the Society in the Room of Requirement, because Hogwarts was under the pressure of the British Ministry of Magic at that time, and they had to avoid Dolores Ululrich's various eyes.

But Hogwarts in this era obviously did not have that kind of situation, and the community developed very prosperously. Hoffa casually asked an upperclassman on the road, and he told Hoffa the location of the school's registration and the location of the classroom for the registration club.

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

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

Of course, due to his concept and lifestyle, Hoffa did not experience much society in his previous life. When I was in high school, there was no school, and everyone was afraid of delaying their studies.

And when it came to college, most of the clubs in the school were selling dog meat on the head of a sheep, and they were all places used by seniors to hook up with simple students. It doesn't really foster any interest.

So the community is really a novelty for Hoffa.

Behind a large portrait on the second floor of the Hogwarts registry, which depicts hundreds of philosophical figures from ancient Greece, depicting people who are noisy and arguing.

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

Walking through the greystone corridor behind the portrait, Hoffa came to a large hall surrounded by arched corridors that were interspersed with carved patterns that flickered on the walls. In the middle of the hall is a statue of a group of young wizards with wands, who look in high spirits.

There are many portraits on the walls, depicting all kinds of outstanding students from all over the ages, and those paintings are advertised to recruit new members into their own clubs.

There are quite a few students walking around here, most of them freshmen who are about the same age as themselves.

After looking at it for a while, he saw a desk in the corner of the hall dedicated to registration and counseling, and in front of it sat a good-looking girl. She was wearing a school robe, about the sixth grade, and she was holding a quill brush to record something, and her movements looked very sharp.

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

"Hello, is there anything I can do to help you?"

"I want to ask, do you know that there are societies that study spells?" asked Hoffa politely.

"There are 17 Charms clubs in the school, please ask which one you want to add. ”

As she spoke, the girl pulled out a wad of parchment.

"Uh......" Hoffa was stunned for a moment, because Duo only told him that there were spell societies that could teach him spells, but he didn't say which one, and he didn't expect that there were only 17 clubs that learned spells.

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

"Do you have an invitation? Some clubs are only available by invitation. ”

"Nope. Hoffa said honestly.

"Well, there are only three that don't need to be invited. But I think you'd better sift through it yourself. ”

With that, she handed Hoffa a wad of parchment.

Hoffa looked at it, well, the names of various societies on it were long.

Trastrastrage Spells

Horns will

The Mystic Book of Everything

Creptia Society

Brotherhood of Omeheni

Northern Ireland Magical Club

Northumberland Regiment

.......

These societies not only have their own founding time, but also people. And there are also their own requirements. Many clubs have very strict requirements for those who sign up to participate, such as region, family, and even bloodline.

Hoffa watched for a long time, not knowing which one Indor said could teach magic when he joined the guild.

So he asked the senior girl in front of him, "Well, which one of these can teach spells when you join the club, any spell." ”

Any enchantment. The senior girl's brow furrowed.

"I've never heard of that club boasting that it can teach arbitrary spells, and moreover, the average freshman enters the club mainly to learn the rules of the club. No one will easily impart spells. ”

Hoffa was stunned, this was different from what Indor said.

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

Suddenly, he fingered and stopped on the last page of the paper.

This page is marked with a society called the Violet Wizards.

Violet Wizard Society

Those who are not wise, rigorous and resolute cannot join

Persons who do not strictly maintain confidentiality are not allowed to join

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

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

In the painting, a man wearing a strange pale mask that covers his entire face and makes it impossible to see his face, but the man has an earring on his ear that is exactly the same as his own.

Hoffa knew right away that he was going to add a club.

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

After the female senior took the parchment and looked at it, her eyes widened, "Violet group..... but the number of people in this club is full, don't you see?"

"Tell me where it is and I'll visit it myself. Hoffa insisted. He was very resolute in his desire to obtain the Illusion Charm, and he would not be shaken by some obstacles.

"Okay. The woman didn't refuse, and she pulled out a small stack of cards from under the table. Pick one out and hand it to Hoffa.

"No, just keep following the arrow. But if someone doesn't let you in, I don't care. ”

Hoffa took the card and looked at it, and there was a hand-drawn area of a tower on the card, with a small jiggling arrow in the center of the card. That's where I'm standing.

After thanking the senior sister, Huo Fa 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 of the Societies.

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

It was a tall minaret, the top of the tower was transparent glass, and the ground was connected from the bottom to the bottom of the tower with a bright white light, and it had a strange shape, as if it were the core of some kind of magic circle.

Some strange instruments slowly rotated around the white light, and from time to time there was a pleasant crunch of a bell.

There are a lot of oil paintings scattered in the tower, but the oil paintings on these walls are doing their own thing, and they are very silent.

Occasionally, the man in the painting who was writing at the desk looked up at Hoffa, and then they lowered their heads again. Don't care about him anymore.

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 all silently shut up, and only after he left, did these students give the order and disappeared after the oil painting.

Needless to say, Hoffa knew that behind each of the paintings here, there was a different group of students hidden.

This made Hoffa feel some longing in his heart, so many unknown secret rooms, so many wizarding groups, so many ancient secrets......

If you want to explore 100% to get the knowledge of the Great God, that day knows how long this school will have to explore on its own.

Hoffa took his card and walked slowly down the steps of the tower.

The more you go, the more you deviate.

Eventually, he stopped in front of a large portrait of a woman in a mask and holding a bouquet of violet flowers.

It's already very remote. There are not a few oil paintings around. The man in the painting caught a glimpse of Hoffa coming, as if sensing his coming.

"Something?" asked the man in the painting calmly.

"I want to apply for joining the group. Hoffa said politely.

In the painting, the woman puts down the bouquet and stands up, slowly disappearing into the passage in the painting. It wasn't long before the woman returned.

There was another person who came back with her. It was a pale masked student, who was so thin that she couldn't see her face at all, and the two of them walked together inside the painting.

The skinny student came up to Hoffa, looked at him, and actually came out of the portrait, startling Hoffa. (He always thought that guy was also the one who was drawn.) ）

"What are you doing?" said the masked man, his voice female. It shouldn't be too old.

Hoffa looked at the other party with trepidation, thinking that the other party might have been exerted some advanced magic.

Because he felt that this masked woman was as transparent, she was clearly standing in front of him, but she seemed to be far away from him. It's vague and unreal, as if she will disappear as soon as she turns her head.

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

"You want to add?" the masked man tilted his head, "Didn't the student council tell you that the club was full?" Her voice was also very ethereal and had no texture.

"Yes, but I'd like to give it a try. ”

The masked woman said, "What about the purpose, tell your purpose." ”

Hoffa looked up and looked directly into his eyes under the mask.

"I want to get a spell, I've heard that you can get any spell by joining your community. ”

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." It's not impossible to join the Violet Wizards, but I'll have to give you a little test first. ”

"What a test. ”

"Recite to me the requirements to join the group, I think you should have seen it in the student union. ”

Hoffa replied, "No one can join unless he is wise, rigorous and resolute, and he who is not strict with secrecy cannot join." ”

"Very good, good memory. ”

The Masked Woman took a step closer and circled Hoffa in half a circle.

"Tell me if you're really that?"

Hoffa thought for a moment: "Wisdom is not counted, I don't know about rigor and perseverance, but I think I can do it with the second secret." ”

"You're quite modest, come with me. ”

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

Hoffa followed her through the painting, as if through a veil of light. But he knew that it was some kind of magic, and if it wasn't for the masked woman who brought him in, he wouldn't have been able to pass this level.

Upon entering, Hoffa found it very dim.

There is a stone staircase leading to the ground at your feet, and there are some strange notches on the floor. There was a brazier lit at intervals.

Walking up the stairs, Hoffa came to a boxy underground hall.

The hall was a standard square, with a raised stone platform in the middle, and a number of glass boxes neatly stacked on the side of the stone platform, and only one cushion on the floor.

Clean, plain, but somewhat inexplicably weird.

This was Hoffa's first impression of the community.

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

The people in these paintings are all wearing masks, all kinds of masks. But they weren't all alive like the paintings outside, they were more like Muggle works, and they hung motionless on the wall. The glass on the surface is covered with a thick layer of dust.

Under each painting, there is a transparent vase.

Some vases are filled with fresh violets, while others have very dry flowers that haven't been changed for more than ten years.

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

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

For some reason, Hoffa felt that this place was less of a club classroom and more like a tomb.

Because the atmosphere is so weird, there is no one. It was lifeless, and the brazier around him could not provide him with any temperature.

Hoffa shuddered unconsciously and looked around, trying to find other people, but no matter how you looked, there were no other people in this underground hall. Only the masked woman who slowly changed the flowers in the vase.

Finally, after changing the flowers.

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

"Sit. ”

"What about the others?" said Hoffa, as he sat down, looking around.

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

Hoffa was shocked.

"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 clasped her hands around her cuffs and stood behind Hoffa's back.

"But you're lucky, I just wanted to recruit a subordinate to help tidy up the club, so you came over. ”

"That'...... Will you teach me spells?" asked Hoffa, half-convinced, feeling some bad premonitions for some reason.

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

The Masked Girl walked up to the stone platform, drew her wand, and lit the stacks of glass boxes on the side of the stone platform. The glass case slowly opened, and she pulled out a scroll from it.

Hoffa's brow furrowed slightly.

"What is your test?"

"Quite simply, the Violet Wizards are a magical organization, and they are naturally obligated to help the students of the school learn spells. ”

She placed the scroll in front of Hoffa.

"I don't know who you've heard say that our club can teach spells, but apparently you have a certain misunderstanding about us, our test is for students to learn any spell in a short period of time, and if they do, they will pass the test. ”

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

The masked man spread out 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 the scroll, and nothing else.

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

Suddenly, white light erupted from the scroll, and Hoffa's entire body twisted, as if 20 Dementors were tearing at his soul inside the scroll, making him unable to even breathe.

After a few seconds, the white light dissipated.

Hoffa instantly fell to the table and lost consciousness.

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

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

"As a friendly reminder, in the Book of Spells, only pure goals are the only truth. ”