The owl flew into the blue sky with the letter, and soon turned into a small black dot, and finally disappeared. Felix had a hunch that this would be a long journey.

In the last academic year, he had several exchanges with Uriah, in which he roughly mentioned some of his real ideas, such as using newspapers to compete for public opinion, using systems to improve laws and regulations, using pilot projects to accumulate experience, using powerful forces to escort, and maintaining enough patience.

The experience of his new pen pal is worthy of his vigilance. Once he acts too hastily, he will be an enemy of the whole world. Although he is confident that he will not fall into Grindelwald's situation, the inability to realize the blueprint in his heart is a failure in itself, not to mention plunging the world into war.

If Felix's mentality must be described, he thought of a philosophical debate topic-Theseus paradox.

A Theseus ship that has sailed on the sea for hundreds of years, as long as a piece of wood rots, it will be replaced, and so on, until every sampan and every cable on the ship are not the original ones. So is the final ship the original Ship of Theseus, or a completely different ship?

There are many more speculations that extend from this, but Felix is ​​not interested in the answer to the question, especially not to discuss it with others. Because such questions have a common feature, that is, there is no recognized standard for judgment. What is new, what is old, what is part, and what is the whole, everyone has a different understanding.

His idea is more pragmatic. Felix is ​​clear that if the rotten planks of the ship have not been replaced and repaired regularly, it will definitely not survive hundreds of years of bumps and corrosion, and there will be no tormenting problems later. The same is true if the Ship

of Theseus is replaced by the Wizard's Ship.

Felix intends to be the one who keeps replacing the planks. As for who will be the philosopher who breaks the casserole and gets to the bottom of the matter, Felix smiled mischievously and said, "Who cares!" He just hopes that this person will appear as late as possible. It would be better to wait until he knocks the Wizard's Ship from top to bottom, and then the people on the ship will be surprised to find out: Why is it different from the original?

"I just want to be a snowball roller, saving time and effort... but now I've become a ship repairman. What is Voldemort? Rats that gnaw on the wood planks, mold that corrodes the hull? What about Dumbledore? Grindelwald won't be the last bad-tempered ship repairman who was forced to leave his job?"

As Felix walked towards the Ancient Magic classroom, he hummed softly: "I'm a ship repairman, with strong repair skills~" He walked into the classroom happily and stood on the stage to teach the seventh grade students.

"The professor looks in a good mood." Cedric whispered.

"Professor, do you have any good news to share?" Lee Jordan raised his hand and asked a question.

"Ah," Felix said lazily, "there is one. Professor McGonagall invited me to participate in the assessment of the student club. I haven't experienced it before. I think it must be very interesting."

"Is there such a thing in school?" Lee Jordan asked blankly, "I remember that when I established the 'Loud Voice' club, I only needed to fill out a form. That was four years ago..."

"How many people are there in your club?" Cedric asked with a confused tone.

"Just me." Lee Jordan said.

"So you've never applied for an event venue?" Cedric took a breath.

"No--"

"Are there any event funds from the school?" Cedric stared at him with deep gray eyes.

Lee Jordan opened his mouth wide, including Fred and George.

"This is the key." Cedric concluded in a low voice.

"We seem to have missed something, George." Fred slowly came to his senses.

"Yeah, we didn't get any wind at all." George said unwillingly.

"Ahem," Felix cleared his throat, "It's normal that you don't know. I also asked Professor McGonagall and found out that relevant information will only be sent to student groups that have registered their names in the Student Union... Okay, let's start class. Today we are going to learn a set of magic circuits that are suitable for various items that need to be fireproof, such as amulets, or house building materials..."

As soon as the bell rang, the twins rushed out of the classroom in an instant, turned down the stairs, ran to the bulletin board in the hallway, and scanned it with wide eyes.

"Sure enough, there's nothing on it." Fred said with disappointment.

"Hi." Harry greeted, holding a form. Ron and Hermione followed him and prepared to have lunch.

Fred and George looked at them fiercely, which scared the three of them.

"What's in your hand?" Fred asked.

"Uh-Professor McGonagall gave me a form, saying it's related to the front-line observation station, review, assessment and so on. I haven't read it carefully yet." Harry said vaguely.

Fred suddenly jumped over, put one hand on Harry's shoulder, and spread out the parchment Harry was holding with the other hand. George's movements were perfectly synchronized. The two of them sandwiched Harry in the middle, causing Harry to protest constantly.

There was only a short line of words on the paper: "We invite the student club under the Student Union-Front-line Observation Station to participate in the professor review. Those who pass will receive all the venues, equipment and activity funds provided by the school. Please prepare the relevant materials in advance."

Below was a list of material names. Fred glanced at it roughly, which probably included the club's purpose, scope of activities, and current member list.

After reading it, Fred sighed.

"George, we must not miss this. This is our only chance to leave the name of the 'Mischief League' in the trophy display room."

"Mischief League?" Harry asked in surprise. "How come I haven't heard of it?"

"It was just formed." Fred said immediately.

"When did you become a model Percy?" Ron pretended to be surprised and circled around them.

Fred shook his finger. "Oh, little Ronnie, we are different from Percy. This is just one step in our grand plan." He lowered his voice and said, "George and I are trying every means to leave more traces in the school-"

"Yes," George winked at them, "We drew the map of the Black Lake, buried 72 secret treasures, and even risked sneaking into Filch's office to make a copy of our contraband materials over the years..."

Ron swallowed and looked at him in awe.

"...Give it to Mafalda." George gasped.

"To whom?" Harry was shocked and almost threw Fred and George out.

"Mafalda," Fred said, rubbing his shoulders, "I have to admit that our relative is a genius. She recently started a new business specializing in writing biographies for people."

Harry, Ron and Hermione's expressions froze, as if they were petrified.

"Think about it," George patted Ron's shoulder at last, "sneak the biography of our glorious history into the library and wait for someone to find it..."

Hermione snorted, "I think you want to train a few more students to inherit your prank career."

"You got it." Fred smiled happily.

"This is exactly our dream." George nodded.

They kicked away.

"Do you know what I'm thinking of?" Harry said with gritted teeth.

Ron and Hermione looked at him, "Riddle's diary," Harry said strangely, "They know the Marauder's Map, they will definitely make similar arrangements to guide naughty students to find the treasure they buried..."

After lunch, Felix appeared in the staff room. Professor McGonagall was there as expected. She looked very busy, with a pile of documents on her temporary desk.

There was another person in the staff room, Professor Cuthbert Binns of the History of Magic. He seemed to be asleep, his ghost body lying on a transparent couch, snoring with wheezing.

Professor McGonagall looked up and pushed her glasses. "Has the news spread?"

"Everyone who should know knows it," Felix pulled a chair from the side and sat down. "With those loud-mouthed students here, this matter will soon become an open secret. By then, the registration will probably be overcrowded..."

Professor McGonagall smiled imperceptibly, then tightened her lips. "Will it be useful?"

Felix shrugged.

"Some things are better done than not done. We all don't want to see the students of Slytherin College isolated because of the wizarding war. The less such foreseeable troubles, the better. After the trial in the Magic Rune Club, it's time to promote it to the school."

"So you suggest that each club should include members from at least two colleges?"

Felix nodded. "I agree that Hogwarts divides young wizards into different colleges. This brings a benefit: freshmen can immediately feel a sense of belonging when they enter school, and they will also naturally develop a sense of competition. But there should also be cooperation after the division, so as to increase the cohesion of the four colleges."

Professor McGonagall smiled undisguisedly.

For a while, her sharp eyes examined Professor Binns and the couch he was lying on from behind her round glasses. If you were not careful, you might mistake them for a whole, like a strange ghost chair, with its legs sticking out as if they were about to reach into the fireplace.

"Can the things in classroom seven be taken out?" Professor McGonagall asked softly.

Felix thought for a moment, "The students certainly can't take them out. But ghosts are special. Didn't they bring food to the auditorium last Easter? I guess it should last for a while..." He didn't pay much attention to the group of ghosts in the castle. There were only two that he really cared about, and they had already walked on bravely.

Since classroom seven was opened to students, everything inside has been managed by several memory bodies.

In the next two days, as Felix expected, various clubs have become the new focus of discussion. The students began to find out the details by all means. After learning that the first step of the activity was to report to the Student Union as long as they found three people, they were ready to move; when someone showed off the Student Union's approval letter and assessment sheet under the students' noses, they finally couldn't hold back and started to act.

Especially when Ron unconsciously said: "If I set up a music appreciation club, can I apply to buy a magic phonograph?"

This was a shocking statement.

Soon some students put it into practice, and what was even more outrageous was that he actually succeeded. So various clubs sprang up like mushrooms after rain.

Felix certainly knew that after the enthusiasm faded, most clubs would become unpopular and automatically abolished the next year. But he was also very sure that there would definitely be clubs left, and each club was equivalent to a small magic club, serving as a bridge between the four major colleges.

Felix was quite satisfied with using the school's original system and slightly changing it to achieve his goal. He, a ship repairer, replaced another wooden board.

If time is extended, what will Hogwarts look like in the end? Felix believed that time would bring about everything.

The only hard work was done by the two male and female student union presidents, who had to review all kinds of weird clubs. Although they understood Professor McGonagall's hint and slightly relaxed the review standards, they were still frightened by the more outrageous things.

"Prank League? What is this?" The male student union president was shocked.

The female student union president came over to take a look and said indignantly, "I knew it was the Weasley twins! I caught them digging holes everywhere in the school two days ago!"

"What should we do?"

"Reject! Oh, forget it, let them change their name." The female student union president thought for a while, "We can't let the two of us suffer, I'll go call some helpers..."

...

Ron and Hermione were still a little confused when they were called over, and they were even more confused when they saw Malfoy. Then, the two student union presidents brought a thick stack of information and said to the prefects of the four colleges, "Each person is responsible for a part, and try to complete the review today."

Malfoy frowned and looked at the empty-handed student union president, "What about you?"

"We are responsible for the final review." The male student union president said as a matter of course.

"Pay attention to not using the name of the college, not using discriminatory terms, and not inducing violations. Don't even think about names like the Prank League!" The female student union president said with a grudge.

When the work was divided out, the time spent quickly became one-tenth of the original time. After almost a night of busy work, all the review work was finally completed.

At the weekend, a huge piece of parchment was posted on the bulletin board in the hallway. A group of four magic lamps illuminated the parchment.

A group of students gathered below.

"I hereby announce that

the list of all clubs that have passed the review of the Student Union is as follows:

Music Appreciation Group, Muggle Film Appreciation Club, Crackling Explosion Card Club, Magic Puppet Duel Club, Chocolate Frog Card Battle Club, Classroom 7 Exploration Team, Snorlax Must Exist Club, Frontline Lookout, Grilled Fish Alliance, Read a Book a Week Association, Bounce Dancers Alliance, SPEW...

The above clubs can recruit members in the school auditorium on the last weekend of this month and participate in the professor's review on the first weekend of December. Those who pass will receive support such as activity venues, professor guidance, activity equipment and start-up funds.

Membership requirements:

1. At least three formal members;

2. Including at least two colleges;

... "

Harry, Ron and Hermione stood under the notice, reading all kinds of reliable and unreliable names, trying to analyze who founded these clubs.

"Look, the Harry Potter Fans Club! Daniel, our application has been approved!"

Harry closed his eyes painfully, his face flushed with fever, trying his best to pretend that he didn't care, and quickly glanced at the side, and sure enough, he saw the Creevey brothers holding their heads and cheering. Ron read in surprise: "This name is weird, the 'Swear to Defend School Rules' club, who named it? If Percy hadn't graduated, I would have thought it was him..."

As he spoke, Ron opened his mouth wide, and Fred and George were clapping their hands happily.

In addition, they also saw-

"SPEW? "Harry stared at Hermione in amazement.

Hermione turned her head away guiltily and blushed, "Well, I thought that if SPEW could become a fixed club in the school like the Gobstone Club, there would always be people paying attention to the treatment of house-elves... I promise that it would not delay the activities of the front-line observation station!"

Harry and Ron looked at each other.

"Do you know what I'm thinking of?" Ron asked palely.

Harry nodded in understanding. At present, apart from the initiator Hermione, the only members of SPEW are Ron and Harry. When they thought that their names would be printed under "Vomiting" and publicly exhibited in the hall in two weeks, and might be recited in front of a group of professors in a month, they felt hopeless.

Harry's only thought at the moment was that no matter whether it was the Harry Potter Fans Club or the so-called SPEW, they must not recruit anyone!