Felix was awakened by the loud noise in the castle.

He shook his head, and the castle in front of him seemed to have its own emotions. He knew it was an illusion, but this feeling was quite fascinating. Felix thought as he washed up, as if every brick in the school had come alive and couldn't wait to participate in a grand event.

Today is the last weekend of November, and it is also the day when the school promised to let student groups approved by the student union recruit new members. Although Felix thought it was unnecessary - many clubs had already started to recruit people several days in advance, and now they probably have recruited enough, but the emotions he felt when he just got up seemed to indicate that he had guessed wrong before.

After Felix packed up, he took Valen to the auditorium, and he found that he still underestimated the enthusiasm of these students.

The auditorium was noisy and crowded with students. Felix subconsciously changed to the perspective of the Dementor to observe, and looking around, he felt as if he was in a sea of ​​joy. Four long tables were piled up in the corners, replaced by reef-like stalls. With these stalls as the center, waves of water with strong emotions were stirred up. There were colorful flags and shouts everywhere.

Felix walked to a corner of the hall. Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick stood together. Professor McGonagall's face looked a little stiff. It was difficult for her to ignore the violations everywhere in front of her.

"Oh, Minerva, don't be too strict." The good-tempered Professor Flitwick said. He took out his wand and waved it in the air a few times like a conductor. From the tip of the wand flew out colorful ribbons and a group of chirping birds. These birds flew in neat formations in the air, and from time to time they caught a lone student and circled around him.

Felix squinted his eyes. It seemed like a group of young eagles? Under the soft golden fluff was a layer of fine bronze feathers.

He was lost in thought. He suddenly remembered that he had made similar changes to the auditorium at the beginning of the first year of school. He conjured a huge emerald snake on the ceiling, and Severus also participated... Felix grinned, stretched out his finger, and a huge bird snake condensed in the air.

Bird head, thin neck, blue-green feathers, freely stretched wings and shining feathers, and a pair of amber eyes showed when it leaned down.

The students in the auditorium were quiet for a while, and then they talked more, chattering non-stop.

"Bird snake! I've only seen it in pictures. I didn't expect the real thing to be so beautiful." Justin Finch-Fletchley said with admiration.

"I've seen it in classroom seven," Susan Bones said, but she also stared at the ceiling infatuatedly, "They are hidden in the bamboo forest and in the ceramic town."

"What is that?" Justin asked.

"A town made entirely of porcelain. Professor Hepp's memory invited me to play in it, saying it was a beta test. Yes, that's the word."

"Internal beta test?" Justin more or less understood the meaning of the word. "It sounds very interesting. I wonder when it will be open."

On the other side, Professor McGonagall glared at Felix fiercely. She was not used to his polite yet provocative look. Her chest puffed up, and finally she waved her wand violently. The chairs in the corner turned over and turned into golden lions of different sizes.

When Dumbledore appeared, the hall was in a mess: golden eagles were flying everywhere, blue-green-feathered bird snakes carried several students across the top of their heads, and a group of badgers squatted on the wall, staring at Peeves below without blinking.

Peeves was dressed up and floated in the air in a naive manner. He magically did not do anything to destroy the atmosphere.

This only meant one thing: the ideas conveyed by the students in the hall made Peeves feel happy.

Dumbledore felt a rubbing touch at his feet. He lowered his head and saw a fluffy little lion looking up at him.

Dumbledore smiled, took out his wand and pointed it downwards. With him as the center, the dark, cold floor turned into a grass-green blanket. Amid cheers, Dumbledore left politely, looking for someone in the crowd as he walked. Soon he found the very conspicuous person.

"Severus," Dumbledore and Snape stood side by side, taking in the lively scene in the hall and twiddling his thumbs, "If I were planning to attend a grand event, I would never wear a black robe."

"What a pity, this is the only color I have," Snape said coldly.

"Sometimes it's good to change your taste. What do you think of silver? Or green?" Dumbledore finished speaking, staring at the students walking around in the hall. After a while, he whispered, "Keep an eye on Felix."

"Who?"

"Felix, Felix Hep." Dumbledore said almost in a whisper.

"Are you crazy, Dumbledore?" Snape shouted loudly. A dozen feet away, a student holding a Muggle movie poster was so scared that his hand trembled, and the poster fluttered and fell at his feet. Snape stared at the movie name on it with disgust, "The Lion King? The Lion King?"

The student picked up the poster in fear and ran away.

Snape calmed down, but his tone became more harsh. He lowered his voice and said, "Are you old and confused?"

Dumbledore showed a helpless expression, "I am indeed old, but not confused." But Snape still looked at him, as if to see if he was disguised by someone else. That hooked nose looked abnormal no matter how he looked at it.

Dumbledore knew he had to give an explanation. He looked at the Weasley twins waving a huge flag in the distance, and said with a sigh, "Felix is ​​doing something very dangerous."

"What is it?" Snape asked subconsciously, "Violating the laws of the Ministry of Magic? Hasn't he done enough illegal things?"

"No, Severus, it's much more serious than that," said Dumbledore, "It involves one person, you just need to know: to some extent, he is more dangerous than Voldemort... In short, I can't make an accurate judgment. You were his teacher, and you are the only one who knows him best."

"No one understands Felix Hep," Snape said maliciously, "I wouldn't be surprised if he suddenly gave you a killing curse one day."

"Honestly, I don't care about that." Dumbledore said with a smile, "So, pay more attention to him, okay?"

...

Fred and George stood on a wooden box with a row of empty butterbeer bottles in front of them. Seven or eight junior wizards squatted in front of the bottles, looking at the clusters of fireworks that kept exploding in the bottles with envious expressions.

"Fireworks in a bottle!" Fred said happily, "As long as you sign up, you can get one for free." He pointed to a poster hanging nearby, on which were flashing colorful characters - "Defend school rules to the death!"

A student carefully read the introduction below the big words: Are you still troubled by not being able to understand the complicated school rules? Or have you been deducted points and put in solitary confinement for violating school rules, and have been ashamed to face others since then? Have you been ridiculed by your peers for your poor violation? If you have the same confusion, all the answers are in the "Swear to Defend School Rules Club", which will help you interpret the school rules one by one and authoritatively analyze the new items added every year! Let you face seven years of school life calmly!

The student always felt that something was wrong, and when he looked up, he saw a smiling face. "How is it?" George squinted and said, "Are you tempted? Still hesitating? This opportunity is rare, my friend, you can sign up first, we provide three free training courses, if you have talent, you will soon understand the essence..."

Two minutes later, the boy left in a daze holding a butter beer bottle.

"Be careful not to break the bottle!" George kindly reminded him behind him, and then sighed with satisfaction. A deliberately low voice suddenly said in his ear: "What are the consequences of breaking it?" George was startled and turned his head to look at the two students who covered themselves tightly.

"Harry? Ron?" George said in surprise.

"It's us," Harry muttered.

George looked them up and down for a long time, and suddenly laughed, "Hermione has been looking for you..."

"Yeah, we know," Ron said vaguely, "We've dodged it twice."

Harry looked over his shoulder and saw that the four stalls of "Frontline Lookout", "SPEW", "The Snorlax Must Exist", and "Harry Potter Fans Club" were gathered together to form a loose square. Neville, Hermione, Ginny, Luna, and the Creevey brothers were busy working.

Harry shuddered, he knew that on the Creevey brothers' stall, photos with "Harry Potter" face printed on them covered the entire curtain. The picture of him fighting the dragon was hung at the highest point. I don't know how Creevey took the picture, his head occupied one-third of the picture, and the other two-thirds were the ferocious Hungarian Horntail. Ron and Hermione were clapping in the corner, like audiences who had accidentally entered the scene...

A group of people were pointing and talking around. Harry was horrified to find that Draco Malfoy was staring at his photo, with undisguised contempt on his face. Not far from him, Mafalda excitedly pulled Dennis Creevey to ask questions. Dennis introduced her enthusiastically, and then she took out a small green notebook and a quill.

"Mind if I take notes?"

"Oh, of course not."

Two sharp voices penetrated the noisy hall and drilled into Harry's ears.

If he had to choose, between Malfoy and Mafalda, Harry was not sure who he would not want to see this scene more. If it was before this school year, that person would definitely be Draco Malfoy, because he would definitely make up a bunch of nonsense to mock him, but now Harry hesitated, he had no idea what story Mafalda would make up.

Then he found something even more horrifying. Professor Hep and Sirius came together and stopped in front of the 'Harry Potter Fans Club', looking at the photo on the screen with interest. Sirius' eyes seemed to be glowing...

"Hi, Harry." Harry's shoulder was suddenly patted, and he shuddered. Turning around, it was Luna.

"Why are you here?" Harry said in a low voice. He regretted not taking a sip of Felicis before coming.

"Hermione has been looking for you." Luna said, "I saw she was too busy, so I volunteered to help."

"A lot of people signed up?" Ron asked in surprise. Is SPEW so popular?

"Yes, they are almost overwhelmed." Luna said with big eyes blinking.

Even though there was no accusation in Luna's tone, Harry still felt a little guilty, whether it was towards Hermione or Neville. After all, he was the founder of the 'Frontline Lookout Station', but now he has handed it over to others.

Harry hesitated a little, but when he saw Professor Hepp walking over, that hesitation was immediately thrown out of the window. If the professor asked him about the topic of the 'Harry Potter Fans Club', he would definitely be ashamed to death.

...

"Can I interview you?" Mafalda asked.

"What? Me?" Dennis Creevey looked at her at a loss, Mafalda nodded, "Oh, okay."

"What grade are you in?"

"Second grade."

"So you enrolled last year?" Mafalda said excitedly.

"Yes, that photo was taken by me." Dennis proudly pointed to the photo of the Hungarian Horntail.

On the other side, Sirius signed the registration form readily, "Is that all?"

"Of course!" Colin Creevey said excitedly, he crawled under the cabinet and took out a big box, "All the photos are in it, I carefully selected them."

Sirius happily left with a full set of photos of his godson.

"Dennis! I can't believe that our club has recruited a professor!" Colin screamed, he turned around to hug his brother, but found that Dennis was gone, he looked around, Dennis was led by a girl to chat near the deserted SPEW booth.

Hermione was distributing flyers for the Frontline Lookout with Neville and Ginny, and occasionally answering questions like "What is a Crumple-Horned Snorkle?" Hermione looked annoyed. In order not to delay things, she deliberately put the seats of the two clubs together, but her side was empty. None of the three new students who had been promised came today! On the contrary, the Frontline Lookout was very popular, and there was an endless stream of people asking questions. The registration form was soon filled up with a thick stack.

Hermione looked at the chaotic hall depressedly, thinking sadly: Compared with an association for the promotion of elf rights, music, movies, magic paintings and rough fighting are obviously more attractive.

At this time, a black, round little guy suddenly jumped onto the table.

"Chi?"

"Valen?" Hermione looked up and saw Valen holding a special wand in one hand, with the tip of the wand flashing fluorescent light, looking like he was waving two glow sticks. "Oh." Hermione felt warm in her heart. She picked up Valen and rubbed his face with it. "Pah--" a palm-sized notebook fell out of Niffler's pocket and spread on the table.

"Master's Diary?" Hermione could barely make out the crooked letters on the notebook. She looked at Valen in confusion. Valen embarrassedly broke free from her hand and picked up the notebook he dropped. He turned around and slipped away. Hermione thought for a few seconds and smiled.

"What is this?" a voice asked.

"Front-line lookout station, you can think of it as an Auror reserve. Although it is voluntary in nature, we will try our best to provide professional training and..." Hermione recited the lines subconsciously, "Uh, professor?"

Felix smiled and nodded at her.

"No one is interested?" he asked, looking at the pile of blank application forms on the table.

"Maybe it's really inappropriate." Hermione said dejectedly.

"If you just want to attract some members, you can try the Weasley twins' approach," Felix said. He and Hermione looked in the direction of the 'Swear to Defend School Rules' Club, which was crowded with people, in sharp contrast to this side.

"But I don't want to--" Hermione bit her lip and said in a dilemma.

"Hello?" A voice interrupted, and Mafalda looked at them curiously. She had just made an appointment with Dennis for an interview, and then she carried out the scheduled plan without stopping. "Can I get a registration form?"

Hermione stared at her with wide eyes, "You want to join SPEW?"

Mafalda shrugged, "If you agree--"

"Agree!" Hermione said immediately, "You are also interested in house elves? What do you think? Actually, I think this name is a bit outdated, but it is also a good first goal of the organization... I mean, unlike my original idea, I hope that the new charter can unite all creatures with human-like intelligence, and everyone can take what they need from each other. Even from the perspective of force, wizards have an absolute advantage. This is the time to show grace..."

Felix turned the quill in his hand and listened silently. His assistant seemed to have been perfecting his ideas. In his opinion, equal rights are unnecessary. Anyway, he would not do such a thankless thing. But it is still valuable to eliminate hatred and establish a pan-magic alliance headed by wizards.

After thinking about it, he took a registration form and filled it out.

Mafalda was not used to Hermione's enthusiasm. "Oh, uh," she stammered, "I'd better tell you something. Including you, I've joined a total of 27 clubs..."

The joy on Hermione's face froze.

"Are you kidding? Or have you joined all the clubs you can sign up for?"

"Of course not!" Mafalda said angrily, "I must talk to them before joining, at least to make sure they are not just on a whim..." Her voice became smaller and smaller, sounding very unconvincing.

The two stared at each other for a while, and finally Hermione compromised. She said tiredly, "Okay, here's the form... Wait, someone has filled this one out... Professor?" Hermione looked around and saw Harry and Ron sneaking over from the other side. They almost wrapped themselves up like mummies.

"You - still - know - to come back?" Hermione shouted at them.

"The professor left?" Harry and Ron looked away, not daring to look at her. Harry said guiltily, "Great, uh, I mean... why are you here?" He turned his head and stared at Mafalda.

Mafalda raised her face proudly.