The attack on her Ministry of Magic, Mr. Barty Crouch, seemed to have turned on a switch.

Over the next few days, attacks began to occur one after another.

Officials from the Law Enforcement Division, members of the Wizengamot, veteran Aurors, and even ordinary wizards were targeted.

Seeing the list of these attacked wizards, Scott instead preliminarily identified the murderers who carried out these attacks, and the Death Eaters under Voldemort's command were indeed the most likely.

Because the wizards who were attacked all had one thing in common - they had all contributed to the defeat of Voldemort and his henchmen in past wars.

Scott wondered if Voldemort wanted to taste all the blood of his enemies and see whose blood was more appropriate.

With Voldemort's character, he should not look down on the blood of these people.

What he wanted most was Harry, Dumbledore, or Medea's blood.

It's a pity that he can't get the blood of these three people now.

In the new Conservation of Magical Beasts class, Scott watched Grapeland stand next to Hagrid and talk.

She was taking the lesson seriously and seemed to have completely forgotten about her engagement with Scott.

"Oh, Scott, I noticed you kept an eye on Miss Graplan."

"If you want to confess to her, we can help you get Hagrid away."

Fred and George leaned over to Scott and grinned.

"First of all, I'm just listening, Fred." "Second, don't speak of Professor Hagrid in the tone of a beast, George. ”

Towards the end of the class, Scott spoke a few words alone with Graplan, under Roger's cover.

"What's your decision, Scott?" Grapeland looked at Scott with a smile.

Scott asked softly, "Does what you've said count, Miss Graplan?" ”

"You mean?" Grapeland raised an eyebrow.

Scott said, "You said that if I joined, you would give credit to Milton and Caccini's wishes." ”

Graplan's face changed, and finally he gritted his teeth and said, "Of course it counts." ”

Scott burst into laughter, "If that's the case, I'll agree to join." ”

"Good." Graplan's face showed a hint of genuine joy, "Then we'll meet tonight at 12 o'clock in the Classical Music Club room. ”

Scott nodded in response.

Although the two separated after only a few words, it also made Fred and George, who were dragged by Roger, even more vigorous.

Scott didn't care about the two of them.

That night, he went to Professor Flitwick's office for dueling practice, returned to his dorm room before curfew time, and finally arrived at the Classical Music Club room with his roommates just before 12 o'clock.

Graplane and Caccini were already waiting there.

When he saw Scott, Grapeland couldn't wait to take the golden card out of his pocket and hand it to him.

"Take this card and I'll show you how to use it."

"There's no hurry." Scott smiled and pointed at Caccini and Milton, "Let's solve the problem of the two of them first." ”

The smile on Graplan's face deepened, "Cunning boy, you mean, I have to solve their problems before you are willing to officially join the Scholars Alliance?" ”

"I'm sorry, I can't help it." Scott smiled shyly, "What if I officially join the Scholars Alliance and you regret it and don't want to give credits?" ”

Grapeland let out a puff of smoke, "Well said, let me ask you, what if I help them solve their problems, and you don't want to join the Scholars Alliance?" ”

Scott gave her a genuine smile.

"You can trust me in this regard, I will never go back on what I said." He gestured to his roommates, "I don't believe you're asking them." ”

Eddie and Roger hurriedly cheered.

"Scott always does what he says he will do and never lies!"

"The first person in Ravenclaw College to be honest is my brother!"

As they spoke, the two of them also pushed Milton.

"Yes...... Oh, yes. Milton stammered a little.

Grapeland squinted his eyes and looked at the people with a smile.

"Do you think I believe you?" She asked coldly.

"You can believe it." Eddie said.

"We deserve to be believed." Roger said.

"Alright." Grapeland glanced at the two of them, then at Scott, "Let's show some sincerity, Scott." ”

Then, pretending to be haughty, she raised her chin and took a slow puff on her cigarette.

"You've got to get one thing right, Scott." "The average person doesn't qualify to join us," she said. ”

As she spoke, she glanced at Scott's roommates again, then nonchalantly withdrew her gaze.

"Just like your friends."

With that, she took a step forward, getting closer to Scott.

"Remember, it's an honor for you to join the Scholars Alliance." "You only have one chance like that, and if you don't cherish it, you won't have it again," she said. ”

Scott fanned the sage smoke in front of him with his hand and silently took a step back.

The smile on Graplan's face became a little unnatural.

"It seems that we have never been able to trust each other."

Scott smiled at Graplan, reaching out and handing her a roll of parchment from his pocket.

"So, in order to speed up the efficiency, let's take some measures that work."

Graplane reached out and took the parchment, shook it open, and looked at it.

"Magical pact?" Her face changed again, and she glanced at Scott with some complicated looks, "It seems that you are well prepared." ”

Scott, who had already run the Occlumency Surgery, looked at her without any scruples, and said, "No way, after all, I'm only a fifth-grade student, and I'm the weaker side than Miss Grapeland as a teaching assistant." ”

Graplan sneered and handed the parchment back, "It's okay, I can sign this contract with you." ”

"That's good." Scott breathed a sigh of relief with some pompousness, "That way I can rest assured." ”

The parchment he had taken was wrapped in a faint shimmer of red light and floated from his hand.

He said to Graplan, "Let's sign this magical contract." ”

As he spoke, he held out his right hand.

"No problem."

Graplan also held out her right hand.

At the same time, both of them imprinted their right hands on the parchment that floated in the air.

A blinding red light flashed, and then the parchment became flat again, falling from the sky.

Scott reached out and pinched the parchment, looked at the two bright red palm prints covering the text, smiled with satisfaction, rolled up the parchment and put it back in his pocket.

"And then."

Graplan handed the golden card again.

This time, Scott took the card without psychological counseling and looked at it carefully in his hand.

The material of this card is metal, and although the color looks a lot like gold, it is made of much harder material than gold.

Both sides of the card are ornate reliefs, one carved with a scroll and a quill pattern, and the other carved Prometheus pecked at the heart by an eagle.

Scott was stunned for a moment when he saw the Prometheus pattern, and he quickly realized the meaning of the League of Scholars.

Perhaps they wanted to be like Prometheus in Greek mythology, to be the teacher and protector of mankind?

Scott took one last look at the number number on the card: 01-0723.

"01 represents the UK region, and the number that follows represents you being the 723rd Briton in the Scholars Union, which of course only counts the era after [the Knowledge Bank] existed," Grapeland explained. ”

Scott nodded.

"Enter the mana." Grapeland said.

Scott did as he was told, and injected the magic into the card, which quickly swelled into a hardcover book with a golden cover.

"Give it to me." Grappland took his pipe in his mouth, grabbed the hard leather book and flipped it open.

She then showed Scott the inside pages of the hardcover book.

Scott glanced at it and saw that the inside page shown to him contained the dos and don'ts of joining the Scholars Alliance, including the so-called rights and obligations of the members of the association.

"No problem, just sign your name." Grapeland handed the hardcover book to Scott.

Scott took it and read it carefully several times before nodding his head after confirming that there were no unfair terms in the text.

He pulled out his pen and wrote his name on the inside page on the right.

Soon, the hardcover book flew out of his hand, shrunk rapidly in a burst of golden light, and turned back into a card.

After the golden light dissipated, the card began to fall, and Scott reached out to catch it.

In an instant, Scott suddenly felt a vague presence touch him.

The feeling was indescribable, as if an invisible behemoth glanced at him, and its gaze was like substance.

"That's it." "You can figure out the rest yourself," Grapeland said. ”

She didn't bother to explain, just like she had when she had pitched to Scott before.

Scott tried to inject some more mana into the card and watched as it turned into a book again.

Enter the mana again, and the book turns back into a card.

He didn't try again, clutched the card in his hand, and looked at Graplan.

"Now it's your turn to make good on your promise, Miss Graplan." He said.

"Don't look at it anymore?" Graplan glanced at the card in his hand and asked with a smile, "While I'm here now, if you don't understand something, I can answer it for you." ”

"No need." Scott laughed too.

He took out the parchment with the contract written on it again, held it in his hand and shook it.

"Make good on your promise, Miss Graplan." He said, "I don't think you should go back on signing a contract, right?" ”

"Of course." Grapeland gritted his teeth slightly, "Even if I don't sign a contract, I will keep my promise." ”

As she spoke, she pulled out another golden card from her pocket with a painful face.