HP Approaches the Magical World

　　 The cultivation of mandela grass is a subject, but this subject has nothing to do with Jon for the time being.

　　Professor Sprout may want Jon to learn, but Jon himself did not have the intention.

　　What do you do to cultivate mandrake?

　　 to kill someone?

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

　　 "Mr. Smith, it will be Halloween party soon, why didn't you go to the party?"

　　 "Professor, you should call me Jon directly."

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

　　 "Okay, Jon." Professor Sprout smiled gently. "What can you do for me?"

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

　　 "What's the matter? Just say it."

　　 "It's like this, professor, I think our college...the learning atmosphere is not strong enough, so I want to start a club."

　　 "Create a club?"

　　 "What is the club?"

　　 "It's an organization for students to communicate with each other. We can use this club to communicate about the problems we encounter in our studies."

　　 Sprout seemed very interested: "Like a club?"

　　 "Almost..." Jon didn't know the specific difference between the two. Anyway, they are all interested organizations, so it shouldn't be much different, 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, this is a good proposal.

　　 If you are a senior student, I would be very happy that you have such an idea, but Jon, you are still too young.

　　 I know that you are good at learning transfiguration and spells, but I think you should probably consolidate what you have learned. Advanced spells will be learned sooner or later, don’t you need to rush for a while? "

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

is it? That's really good.

　　According to Jon's usual personality, he should accept it right now, but the current problem is that he needs to find a reason for the unusually strong spells he has mastered.

　　 Otherwise, no matter how careful he is in ordinary fashion, there will be a day when he is discovered. There are so many powerful teachers in Hogwarts Castle, once he is found, he can't clean it.

　　 Even if he reveals his blood, he can't explain why he can improve so many spells.

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

"That's it, Professor, you misunderstood me. I didn't want to learn the magic of the upper grades in advance. You know, if I want to learn, I can naturally study by myself at home, but other students in our college do not like this. Convenient, and I often hear seniors in the lounge say about the college cup."

　　 "Oh, college cup?"

　　 Sprout's face finally changed, which made Jon sigh in secret.

　　He is not a good liar.

　　 "Of course, and if I said to create this society, it was not founded in my name."

In order not to be interrupted again, I simply said in one breath: "This club, I hope you will be founded by the professor. As the dean of Hufflepuff, it will not violate if you want to do something for the students of your college. School rules."

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

　　 Sprout hesitated: "Our college is originally the college with the most students. If we help our college win the College Cup in this way, I am afraid that the students of other colleges will not feel fair..."

　　 "But the other three colleges have always had such a thing."

　　 Jon said with an innocent look: "The common room in Ravenclaw has a lot of notes and experiences left by previous students for all Ravenclaw students to read."

　　 "Oh? Is that so? If that is the case, I can pass this proposal. You can go to today's banquet first. Before Christmas, I will find a suitable opportunity to establish this...society."

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

　　 Jon got up from the chair and prepared to leave. He was still confident of Professor Sprout's promise.

　　 "Wait, since you came up with the proposal of this club, do you have any suggestions for the name?"

　　 "Uh, I did think about this problem at first, what do you think of this name?"

　　 Jon took a note from his clothes and put it on Professor Sprout’s desk. UU read www.uukanshu.com and then exited the office.

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

　　 Before he even reached the auditorium, Jon smelled the food, just like the day of school.

　　 Now when I think about it, when school just started, it seemed like yesterday.

Jon walked into the auditorium. There were countless candles floating under the starry ceiling. A large group of bats flew around on the ceiling, occasionally hovering and dancing above the dining table, and huge pumpkins were carved into lanterns. It was scattered around the auditorium.

　　 The band invited to cheer up played an unknown symphony, and Jon walked in and saw a guy like a conductor waving a magic wand in front of the band—his baton.

　　 Same as the banquet at the beginning of the school year, the students of each college are sitting at their own college table.

　　 "Jon, this way!"

　　 Sitting in the corner of Hufflepuff's long table, Stephen, who had been looking for Jon, yelled gently to Jon. The sound was not loud, and he was quickly drowned in the laughter of the auditorium.

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

　　 When he looked over, Professor Sprout was also looking at him, and the two nodded to each other after a long distance.

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

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

　　 "How about Jon, have you solved the problem of the club?"