HP Approaches the Magic World

The cultivation of mandrake is a science, but this science has nothing to do with Jon yet.

Professor Sprout may want Jon to study, but Jon himself has no such intention.

What to do with cultivating mandrake?

To kill someone?

Professor Sprout moved quickly, quickly packed up the greenhouse, and then took Jon back to his office.

"Mr. Smith, the Halloween party is coming soon. Why didn't you go to the party?"

"Professor, you'd better just call me Jon."

Jon was not very used to being called Mr. Smith, it sounded like he was in class.

"Okay, Jon." Professor Sprout smiled gently: "Why did you come to see me?"

Jon nodded and said nervously: "Professor, I want to ask you something."

"What's the matter? Just say it."

"That's right, professor, I feel that the... learning atmosphere in our college is not strong enough, so I want to create a club."

"Creating a club?"

"What is the club?"

"It is an organization for students to communicate with each other. Through this club, we can communicate about the problems we encounter in our studies."

Sprout looked very interested: "Like a club?"

"Absolutely..." Jon didn't know what the specific difference was between the two. Anyway, they are both interest organizations, so there shouldn't be much difference, right?

"This is a club that all grades can join. We can communicate with each other and learn some unskilled spells or other knowledge."

"Of course, it's a good offer.

If you were a senior, I'd be happy for you to think so, but Jon, you're too young.

I know that you are good at Transfiguration and Charms, but I think you should probably consolidate the knowledge you have learned. Advanced spells will be learned sooner or later, so there is no need to rush it, right?

"

Professor Sprout smiled and looked at Jon in front of him: "Professor Flitwick told me this. He said you are very talented in spells."

Really? That's really good.

According to Jon's usual character, he should just give up at this time, but the current problem is that he needs to find a reason for the extremely powerful spells he has mastered.

Otherwise, no matter how careful he is at ordinary times, he will be discovered one day. There are so many powerful teachers in Hogwarts Castle, and once he is discovered, he will not be able to clean himself up.

Even if his bloodline is revealed, it still can't explain why he can improve so many magic spells.

This is an improvement of the legendary wizard. No matter how talented Jon is, with his level of magic, he still has to study for more than ten years to achieve this.

"That's right, Professor, you misunderstood me. I don't want to learn advanced magic in advance. You know, if I want to learn, I can naturally study by myself at home, but other students in our college don't do this.

It’s convenient, and I often hear the seniors talking about the College Cup in the lounge.”

"Oh, College Cup?"

Sprout's face finally showed some changes, which made Jon secretly let out a sigh of relief.

He is not a good liar.

"Of course, and I said that this society was founded, but it was not founded in my name."

In order not to be interrupted again, I simply said it in one breath: "I hope that this club will be founded by you, the professor. As the dean of Hufflepuff, it is not against the law to do something for the students of your own college."

Just follow the school rules."

"But there is no precedent for this kind of thing in school?"

Sprout hesitated: "Our college is the college with the most students. If we help our college win the College Cup in this way, I'm afraid students from other colleges won't think it's fair..."

"But the other three colleges have always had this kind of thing."

Jon said innocently: "There are many notes and experiences left by former students in the Ravenclaw common room, which are available for all Ravenclaw students to read."

"Oh? Is that so? If so, I can pass this proposal and you can go to today's banquet first. Before Christmas, I will find a suitable opportunity to establish this... club."

"Okay, if that's the case, I'll leave first."

Jon stood up from the chair and prepared to leave. He still had confidence in Professor Sprout's promise.

"Wait a minute, since you came up with the idea of ​​this association, do you have any suggestions for a name?"

"Well, I did think about this issue at first. What do you think of this name?"

Jon took out a note from his clothes, placed it on Professor Sprout's desk, and then exited the office.

The conversation with Professor Sprout took a lot of time. When he returned to the castle hall, it was already dark outside.

Before he even reached the auditorium, Jon could smell the delicious food, just like the day he entered school.

Now that I think about it, it seems like it was just yesterday when school first started.

Jon walked into the auditorium. There were countless candles floating under the ceiling that had been transformed into a starry sky. A large group of bats were flying around on the ceiling, occasionally circling above the dining table. Huge pumpkins were carved into lanterns.

They were scattered around the auditorium.

The band invited to entertain was playing an unknown symphony. When Jon entered the door, he saw a conductor-like guy waving a magic wand - his baton - in front of the band.

And just like the banquet at the beginning of the semester, students from each college sat at the dining table of their own college.

"Jon, this way!"

Sitting in the corner of the long Hufflepuff table, Stephen, who had been looking around for Jon, softly shouted in Jon's direction. His voice was not loud and was soon drowned in the laughter in the auditorium.

Jon ran over following the sound, and as soon as he sat down, he saw Professor Sprout sitting on the professor's chair. She had already changed into a new robe, and she came much faster than Jon.

When he looked over, Professor Sprout was also looking at him. The two of them nodded to each other across a long distance.

And when they said hello, the plates in front of them were also filled with new delicacies.

Fulen, who had just seen Jon greeting the dean, grabbed a chicken leg and ate it while leaning towards Jon.

"How about Jon, have you solved the club issue?"