Late in the afternoon, a new poster was hung on the notice board. Even from a distance, one could clearly see the title of the Magic Club Recruitment Brochure!

A group of young wizards gathered under the notice board. An enthusiastic student read it aloud so that the people behind could also hear it.

"We are recruiting the first batch of members of the Magic Club. The requirements are as follows (choose one of the following three, and select the best):

1. Master 30 practical ancient magic (to the extent that magic puppets can be repaired), or master one practical ancient magic (see the picture below);

2. Complete an alchemical object independently;

3. Complete a seven-foot-long thesis based on "Ancient Magic Exploration" (with a spare reference book list);

Selection time: the last Saturday morning of this month; Location: Ancient Magic Classroom;

Magic Club Leader: Felix Hepp, September 7, 1993."

Below the poster was a dynamic picture and a long list of books.

Harry, Ron and Hermione squeezed to the front of the crowd and looked at the words and pictures on it carefully.

"I think the first requirement is the easiest to meet." Ron stared at the end of the first item and said, "It's the last sentence. You only need to master a practical ancient magic."

His words attracted a lot of approval.

"No!" Hermione retorted sharply. She pointed to the animated picture on the left side of the poster, where a little wizard held a magic symbol in his hand, but the symbol immediately turned into a flame. "It is the most difficult of all the requirements. On the contrary, I think the third requirement is the easiest."

"Are you kidding, Hermione! That's a seven-foot thesis, seven feet!"

"There's nothing wrong with my eyes, Ron. In fact, I've written longer thesis."

Many students recognized the assistant of the ancient magic class, especially for students who have taken the ancient magic class for more than one year. They are very familiar with this witch (her handwriting).

Privately, many people complained that the second-year Granger was the professor of the ancient magic class, because her delicate and neat handwriting often appeared in the homework of this course, and it spanned five grades.

"Miss Granger, I hope you can explain in detail the meaning and difficulty of each item." Percy, a seventh-year student, appeared with a badge symbolizing the president of the boy's student union hanging on his chest. He said in a reserved and formal tone: "Your words will serve as a powerful reference."

Ron whispered to Harry: "You look like a spokesman for the Ministry of Magic, except that he doesn't have a protruding belly."

Harry glanced at Percy, and thought about the image of Uncle Vernon's belly on Percy, and he couldn't help laughing.

Hermione saw that everyone was looking at her. "Oh, of course." She said nervously, "Hei, ahem! Professor Hep's magic club places more emphasis on practical magic, and his three requirements are basically centered around this point." "

The first one is to test your mastery of practical magic. As far as I know, I mean I've seen your homework, and many people above the fifth grade meet the requirements, except for the last sentence!" "

You all understand the second one, but in order to meet the professor's standards, you must use more alchemical symbols and practical magic;" "The

third one is to test your understanding of practical magic. I personally think it is the simplest way, and it is the best choice for students below the fifth grade..."

After more than ten minutes, Hermione finally got away from the crowd and found Harry and Ron standing far away waiting.

"Oh my God, this is the first time I've been treated so warmly!" Hermione said, not knowing whether she was happy or annoyed.

Ron muttered to the side, "I would like to switch with you."

"Let's go to the hall to eat first." Harry said.

At this time, a voice interrupted,

"So, you, a Muggle-born, have just made a big splash!" Draco Malfoy appeared at some point, with a sick look on his face. Next to him were Pansy Parkinson and his two followers, Crabbe and Goyle.

"Shut up, Malfoy! You should think about your father and how to explain to your Death Eater friends." Ron said with contempt.

Draco's expression became gloomy. Ron just hit his sore spot. After three days of preparation since he spoke without thinking last Tuesday, his father sent a stern letter, forbidding him to mention any topic involving the word Dark Lord.

'Erase this person from your memory, understand! Otherwise, I will take you back. ' This is what the letter said.

Draco ignored Ron. He looked at Harry and said, "If I were you, I would go and see that big fool more often. Maybe you will only see him in Knockturn Alley in the future."

Harry said without hesitation, "Hagrid will not be expelled."

"Just wait and see, Potter." He sneered twice and said to Hermione, "You, a Muggle-born, are just a little smart. What else can you do besides rote memorization?"

"I know a lot. Do you want to try?" Hermione made a strange syllable, and a faint halo appeared on her palm.

"She is also the first in all subjects on the second-year 'Answer Parchment' ranking. Yes, it doesn't matter to you... Oh, by the way, she may also be your examiner if you also want to join the Magic Club." Ron ridiculed him.

Draco felt as if he had eaten a dead fly. He said slowly, "What a pity. It seems that your family has won the Daily Prophet's grand prize, which has made you more confident..."

"Draco, don't pay attention to these inferiors. My grandfather's servants are richer than his family. It is the greatest humiliation I have ever suffered to be called a pure blood with them." Pansy Parkinson dragged him away proudly.

Ron frowned and said in disbelief, "Are they sick? Why do they make people unhappy every time they appear?"

Even after dinner and returning to the common room, Ron was still entangled in this matter, "It ruined my good mood for the day, Hermione, I mean it, if you become one of the examiners for the selection... Hey! Keep your cat away from me!"

Less than three feet away from him, a big cat with ginger fur and a face that looked like it was flattened was crouching over, staring at his pocket.

Hermione picked up her cat unhappily, "Crookshanks, be good." She sat on the other side of the small round table.

Harry looked down at a piece of parchment with various names on it, and various lines were drawn between the names.

Hermione glanced at the content and said worriedly, "Harry, are you still obsessed with the fugitive?"

"I just can't understand why my father would choose such a man as his best man!" Harry pounded the table angrily. Even though it had been almost a week, he could not forget his anger at that time.

Hermione comforted him, "Many people change, Harry."

Ron asked curiously, "I remember you said on Saturday that you would go to Professor Lupin to inquire about the news. What happened?"

Harry said depressedly, "I didn't see him. Professor Lupin was sick. I knocked on the door for a long time before he replied to me in a hoarse voice."

"But he didn't explicitly refuse you, did he? Find a chance to try again, just after class, or next weekend." Ron suggested.

Harry nodded. He thought so too. There was a Defense Against the Dark Arts class today, but Professor Lupin looked too haggard. He was afraid that the professor would suddenly faint during class, so he was too embarrassed to ask for it.