"Let's find the right magic text quickly," Hermione reminded them, "This lesson is very important. If you can find a suitable magic text, I can give you some tutoring..."

"You have mastered all these magical texts? This is not a theoretical magical text, but a practical magical text!" Ron said in surprise.

"Don't say stupid things, how could I do it?" said Hermione, "but I will definitely learn faster than you!"

Next, Harry and Ron's attitude became much more positive. Not only were they, but other young wizards were also interested in this novel way of teaching.

Daphne Greengrass circled around a dark green, delicate magic symbol, "I think it's talking to me, but I can't hear it."

"It's enough to tell the problem," said a Gryffindor next to her, irritated. He hasn't gained anything yet. "Okay, give up the position."

Neville stretched out his round hand and reached out to a fiery red magic symbol, "Get out, Longbottom." Draco said, following two followers. He looked at the magic symbol with greed eyes, which seemed to be the brightest of all the symbols.

Navi took a step back flinched, and then insisted on staying there again, "I'll come first." He muttered.

"I didn't hear what you said clearly. Maybe you want to try the power of the lock leg curse again?" Draco whispered.

"What happened?" Felix suddenly appeared, and he had been paying attention to Neville.

"Nothing, professor." Draco smiled with a reserved smile. "Lonbaton may have performed poorly in potions class and was wiping his tears."

Neville clenched his fists and said stubbornly: "I didn't wipe my tears." Tears rolled in his eyes.

"Malfoy, come with me." Felix said, "Others go on, oh, Longbottom, I think the mortar-colored magic text on your left is suitable for you, you can try it."

He brought Draco to the outside of the classroom.

"Professor Happ," Draco said in a panic. He was not afraid of deducting points, but he was afraid of copying two more generous books. He still remembered the lessons he taught last year.

But he heard Professor Heip ask him calmly, "Malfoy, tell me, can bullying the weak make you happy?"

"I, I..."

"It turns out that I haven't heard you say that word again since the last lockdown, right?"

Draco wanted to be stubborn, but he felt that his thoughts had been seen through long ago. "No." He whispered.

That word is "Miba Breed".

"Isn't that great? I always think you're a smart student, and I know from the idea of ​​dragging black magic items with a scarf."

"I think you can do much more than that, Malfoy, prove it to me," Felix said.

When Draco returned to the classroom, Pansy Parkinson immediately came over, "Draco, are you deducted points or are you locked up?"

"No," Draco said blankly, "the professor praised me."

In the afternoon of that day, the Magic Wen Club recruitment poster that had been hanging on the bulletin board for several weeks was finally replaced, and replaced by a long list.

"There are only seven people in the first gear."

A little wizard muttered, "Hermione Granger, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, there are three Gryffindor alone."

"It's normal. Granger is an assistant to the Magic Literature Class. Legend has it that she is proficient in more than one practical Magic Literature, and she has mastered more than one hundred. She can easily break the armrests of the solid wood chair, and the twins. Have you ever heard of the couple's mirror?" said his friend.

"Hehe-why? I've already booked it, but I won't get it until Halloween."

"I'm still hesitating!"

“First come first served.”

"Who is the rest?"

"Hurchpuff has only one, Cedric Diggory, he is indeed the best. In addition, there are two, Ravenclaw, and one of Slytherin - the predecessor named Jeffrey, who is usually quite arrogant."

On the stairs on the third floor of the castle, Felix was talking to a little girl with scattered golden hair, her wand stuck behind her left ear.

Luna Lovegood handed him two pieces of parchment.

"What is this?" Felix took it.

"It's my paper, but I only wrote two feet, and the word count is not enough."

"You want me to help you get through the test? You are not old enough." Felix said with a smile.

"No, I'm also worried that you will be sad if you can't recruit people, so I just wrote it casually. I went to see it on the day of the assessment. There were a lot of people, so I didn't go in." Luna said with her hair shook. "I also recommend that Ravenclaw students sign up."

Felix said with a weird expression: "I heard more than one Ravenclaw student say that there was a crazy...a second-year student who promoted the Magic Wen Club to them one by one."

"Yes, that's my nickname, crazy girl, I don't think it's a big deal."

"Thank you, Miss Lovegood."

"We are friends, aren't we?" She glanced at him as if confirmation.

"Yes, Luna."

Luna laughed, "By the way, I really have one thing I want to inquire with you..."

Felix looked at her, "As long as I know."

"I met a professor two days ago, and she kept asking me to be her assistant."

Felix suspected that he had heard it wrong. Why was this method so familiar? Which professor wanted to be lazy when he learned it from him?

"Who invited you?" he asked.

"I don't know you either, I haven't seen you before." She said shaking her head.

"You can always describe what it looks like, right?"

"Wearing a pair of beautiful insect glasses, a shiny transparent shawl, and there were more bracelets on her wrist than I did," she said seriously, while deliberately emphasizing: "A lot more!"

When Felix heard these descriptions, why did he look so much like Sybil Trelawney? But Luna's words of Trelawney were beautified too much. Should he say that he is both Ravenclaw?

He looked at Luna seriously and asked tentatively: "How did you meet together?"

Luna Lovegood is only in the second grade, and it is logical that she cannot get into Sybil Trilawne.

"I came out of Classroom 7 that day, and thought that there was nothing to do, so I walked around the castle and met a very interesting portrait of a knight on the eighth floor - he came to find the lost horse. We chatted for a few words, and he told me that there was a free performance in the trapdoor room of the North Tower."

"The person you are talking about is Trelawny? Why didn't I know she has a hobby for acting?" Felix couldn't believe it, but Trelawny's residence was indeed on the top of the North Tower, connected to her divination classroom.

Luna nodded first, then she put on a terrified expression, "Yes, it's unknown... Dear, don't force me, I can't say it!" Then she said seriously, "It's this kind of performance. To be honest, I'm not very good at this."

Felix said with a blank expression: "And what happened again? She wouldn't pick you at first because you secretly saw her black calendar... her performance?"

"No, except that she looked a little excited - maybe I interrupted her, but later she said that I might have some Tianmu and invited me to be her assistant."

Felix asked, “Have you heard of divination classes?”

"Yes," Luna blinked her light-colored eyes, "Yes, one of the third grade electives, but I'm not ready to choose divination class."

"Why?"

"I prefer to look at the stars. One of my horse friends taught me astrology and gave me some sage and sausage. By roasting, it will attract a group of smoke-like creatures that make predictions by twisting themselves into various shapes." Luna said.

Actually, it's just observing the shape of the smoke? Felix guessed.
Chapter completed!