"I've never seen such a spectacular scene!" Fred approached and said, with a strange sense of satisfaction on his face.

Harry looked at the notice board and understood what he meant. The names of the student clubs posted on it totaled more than a hundred, most of which were established within a week. The students below were chattering and talking nonstop. He heard Justin swear that he had "seen a hundred kinds of snuff bottles". Harry's eyes searched on parchment paper and found similar clubs, but he was not sure whether it was "the handicrafts of the Muggles" or "the magical creation of the fairies."

Two positions away from him, a Hufflepuff boy happily introduced the magic painting. "If you just make the things drawn on paper move, it would be simpler. It's just the foundation in the foundation, and there are many complicated methods. You can even interact with the people inside!"

"Isn't that a magical portrait? There are many hanging in the castle," said his companion.

"Of course it's different!" The boy blushed and raised his voice and said, "Think about it, there is a little man trapped in the maze. In order to avoid being eaten by a hundred snails, he can only count on you to escape. You must use your brain to help the little man. If he comes out, he will put on the canvas to express his gratitude to you..."

Harry listened to him for a while and found it interesting, but he soon discovered that the boy began to invite the audience to join his "Magic Painting Club". Harry opened his mouth wide in surprise.

At this time, Hermione emerged from the crowd and was filled with joy.

"It's successful!" she said happily, "The three people intend to join S.P.E.W., all new students. I didn't expect that the new students enrolled this year are so caring."

"Hermione, abuse of the chief's rights is prohibited. This is what you told me," Ron said.

Hermione raised her eyebrows.

Ron curled his lips and stopped talking. When Hermione turned around and joined the crowd again, he lowered his voice and said to Harry: "If it weren't for the power of the senior chief, it would only mean that the current young wizard failed the basic education before entering the school, and he didn't even master the way to spell "vomit"..."

In the corner, Felix and Snape stood together.

"I thought you wouldn't do these irrelevant little things." Snape's lips squirmed, circling his voice in a very small range, only the two of them could hear it.

"It's just a little effort," Felix said, looking at the chaotic students.

He felt that after studying dementors, he developed a strange habit and liked to stay in a positive and cheerful atmosphere. Unfortunately, halfway through the research, he didn't have enough dementors in his hands. The specific process was that the last dementor was hungry and couldn't help but steal some of the emotions he had collected from the court. So Felix conducted several destructive experiments on the dementor...

While considering how to replenish the supply, he asked softly: "Have you been under great pressure for part-time jobs recently?"

Snape took a deep breath and said in an emotional tone: "It's much easier than teaching a bunch of monsters."

"Oh," Felix counted Gryffindor College students in the crowd. "One, two, three, four..."

Snape turned his head and looked at him expressionlessly. Felix smacked his lips, "Fortunately I don't have this trouble. Both Slytherin and Gryffindor students performed well..." He paused and said, "Someone told me that the person who couldn't even mention his name was very depressed recently. The Aurors in the Ministry of Magic were somewhat disappointed. You know, meaningless overtime is the most frustrating."

Snape didn't speak.

His memory went back half a month ago. After the battle of Hogsmeade, not long after he felt the black demon mark on his arm become hot, which was Voldemort summoning him. Of course, he did not set off immediately, which was the privilege given to him by Voldemort: because of the undercover agent, even if he was summoned, he would not have to respond immediately.

So he thought that nothing had happened, and calmly waited until Dumbledore came back. Dumbledore showed him a dry hand and murmured how much time he had left. Snape wanted to punch Dumbledore's twisted nose at the time.

Dumbledore was not injured at all. At least in Snape's opinion, what really needed to be cared for was not the hand, but his suddenly turned young face. But Snape was distracted after asking a few questions.

Snape knew what Dumbledore meant. He stared at the dry, charred, without a trace of anger. He wrote down the picture deeply and imprinted it in his mind. When needed, he could freely combine it into the memory he wanted.

Until the evening, the Dark Magic Mark changed twice, one more and one more urgent, and in the end it even made him feel unbearable.

So Snape had to meet Voldemort a little earlier than expected. Before he set out, he thought of a reason Dumbledore ordered him to stay in the school, but he couldn't get away. But after meeting Voldemort didn't ask any questions. He had never seen Voldemort lose his composure, and his red eyes seemed to be trying to choose someone to eat.

The key woman Bellatrix, the one Dumbledore told to pay attention to, is now staying with Voldemort, trembling with fear.

Voldemort asked him to go back and immediately go to a secret room on the eighth floor of the castle to retrieve a broken crown. "A large cabinet full of debris, a large sour cupboard, a half-body statue of a wizard wearing a headshot, a broken vanishing cabinet..." He described it very in detail, fearing that Snape would not be able to find it.

Snape agreed, although he expected Voldemort to be disappointed.

Voldemort then asked Harry Potter's scars in detail. Snape said it in detail. Then he asked about the snake accent. This secret was exposed as early as Harry's second grade, and Snape did not hide anything. After the inquiry, there was a long and suffocating silence. Bellatrix remained motionless like a quail, and the whole conversation maintained a ridiculous movement.

Finally, Voldemort asked Dumbledore about his injury. According to Dumbledore's explanation, Snape told in detail about every scene he saw the principal from the beginning of school to the present. These scenes have one common feature, that is, Dumbledore has always been wearing gloves.

After hearing this, Voldemort's face was intertwined with a complex look of annoyance and joy.

Snape was then ordered to return to school immediately to confirm the situation of the crown. He had to report the news to him before dawn.

Snape felt that Voldemort was crazy. He seemed to have no concern about whether his undercover would be exposed, but he still agreed. Snape returned to school and appeared on the eighth floor like a ghost. Then he turned a corner and entered the principal's office. This is the life of a double-sided undercover agent. Even reporting takes twice as long.

As time was about to be over, he met Voldemort again.

The meeting location this time was changed to August Lukewood's old house. The "loyal" Death Eater is now locked in Azkaban, so his home is occupied by Voldemort without hesitation. Voldemort is still following Bellatrix, and it seems that Voldemort is planning to take her with him all the time.

Snape reported the collected news quietly, and the crown was naturally lost. Voldemort was furious, and even the word "furious" seemed too light. He walked around the dim room, and the snake wooden stick in hissing sound. Voldemort cursed Dumbledore loudly, almost using up all the vicious words he could think of.

The opposite order came out of his mouth.

He first asked Snape to poison Dumbledore's injury with a vicious look on his face. "Let Dumbledore die, die!" Voldemort roared wildly, but not long after he rejected the idea, "Go to investigate the whereabouts of the crown," he said gritting his teeth: "It must be clear whether it was destroyed or hidden... You can break into the principal's office if necessary, no, wait for my news..."

"I will arrange for the Ministry of Magic to cooperate with your actions."

But after half a month, Voldemort seemed to be dead without any news. Snape didn't know who the spy Voldemort mentioned was. That person wouldn't come, right?

In the next few days, Hogwarts was surrounded by a restless atmosphere.

Although there are a few days left before the last weekend of November, students can’t wait to start acting, often taking advantage of the opportunity of classes at different colleges to recruit members for their clubs.

According to Felix's observation, Gryffindor and Slytherin had basically no interaction, but they both chose Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff College students to start.

Even when I went out for a walk, I could see students from different colleges gathered together and whispered.

But he didn't expect that there were still students who had their ideas on him.

"Hi, Felix." Luna hid behind a armor and looked around, and jumped out excitedly when she saw him.

Felix walked over, "Luna?" He looked at her in surprise. Not far from them, a group of girls hid behind the pillar and looked here.

"That's it," Luna said with a serious look on her face: "I want to invite you to my club."

"Your club is"

“The 'The horned snoring must exist’ club.”

"Uh," Felix paused and asked tentatively: "Can you not recruit people and want to ask me to make up the number? It's not impossible, but I am a professor after all, I recommend Valen..."

"Oh, no, I've got enough three people," Luna said happily. "But gathering students from four colleges and a professor can engrave the name of the club on the candles in the auditorium, first come first served, and I have to hurry up."

Felix was slightly ecstatic, "Why didn't I know this happened?"

"This is a hidden clue," Luna said.

It's a rumor, Felix thought to himself that he should have expected that with the nature of the Hogwarts students, all kinds of reliable and unreliable rumors would definitely be spread. But he didn't expect that Luna was the one who got hit. He glanced at the students in the corner, and it was probably what they encouraged.

Felix thought for a while and lowered his voice, "Since you discovered it, okay, I agree. Don't tell anyone else."

After he left, Luna was immediately surrounded by a group of girls.

"How is it, did it succeed?"

Luna nodded.

"Is the news true?" a girl asked.

"The professor won't let me say it." Luna replied blankly.

"Oh..." The girls looked at each other meaningfully, and it seemed to be true. They dragged the long tone and dispersed, not knowing which professor they went to find.

Felix returned to the office and thought about making a portable dementor capture cage, which would be sold to the Ministry of Magic and use the dementor to pay the bill. He sat on the sofa in a daze, without any thoughts for a long time, and looked up and saw Valen sitting opposite him with "The New Interpretation of the Magic Text" and turning pages quickly.

This subject magazine was published by Luna's father, Shanofilius Lovegood. He sent a sample magazine to Felix every month, and accompanied it with a complete set of "Singing the Contradictory" of the month.

"Singing the Contradictory" is a typical wizard tabloid. Although the circulation is not high, it is not lacking in readers. According to Felix's understanding, although Luna denies that the positioning of this newspaper is similar to entertainment news, it contains various hilarious conspiracy theories and discussions of virtual creatures.

Of course, sometimes he would discuss serious topics seriously, but the conclusions he came to are often incredible. Felix anonymously published several short essays on it, imagining the future of the wizard society. One of them was about Mars exploration:

"A wizard was preparing to take a Muggle-made aircraft to Mars to grow vegetables. He was stopped because he used the traceless stretching spell to carry 300 Muggles to smuggle. The Ministry of Magic and the Muggle government claimed that it would amend the law to prohibit the carrying of all opaque containers. As a result, the kettle on Mars became a rare resource..."

It's a response, it's not too hot.

However, Luna's father wrote a short story in a similar form: a fortune teller traveled to Mars. Because Mars's "halo" was too strong, he could not make a prediction, which led to the fortune teller accidentally being hit by a meteorite while flying on a broom.

This story has become the latest popular joke in the wizarding world. According to the degree of closure in the wizarding world, it is estimated that it will not be outdated even if it has been passed down for a hundred years...

Valen was not interested in the awkward theory in "The New Interpretation of Magical Text", but he liked to find the names of acquaintances on it. While flipping through it, it took out its own treasure wand to write and draw in the air. Soon the office was full of crooked letters. Felix was dizzy when he reached out to pinch the words in the air together and kneaded them into a shiny little ball.

Valen yelled dissatisfiedly.

Felix threw the ball to Valen, and Valen threw it back to him angrily. Soon, he started playing this interesting (boring) little game happily, one hundred and one hundred years old.

Before going to bed, Felix suddenly remembered to write a letter to his new pen pal who lives in Newmont Gaardburg

“…

This is not a matter of courage, nor has it to do with laziness, but a matter of brain. Even when I was born in your era, I would not choose to be enemies of 600,000 wizards and 2 billion ordinary people. In my opinion, slavery is the most time-consuming and laborious way, let alone the population of both sides has increased by almost three times.

Speaking of doubled, I suddenly remembered a question about the expansion curse. I have a colleague who planted a very special pumpkin, well, very large... Do you think eating this kind of pumpkin that has been cast on a spell for a long time will be malnourished? Or will it cause harm to the soil?

I think this topic is more valuable and can be classified into the field of Muggle research.

...

I will accompany the letter to two political books and the excellent newspaper "Singing the Singing Against the Tip" I highly recommend. The sales volume exceeds 500 copies in a single day, which is worth reading."

After writing the letter, Felix raised his head and straightened his waist. Valen, who was lying opposite the desk, immediately closed the diary and looked at him with a vigilant look.
Chapter completed!