Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

After returning to school and hiding his transfiguration books, Hoffa went straight to the school's club organization classroom.

Indor’s words are not wrong. At Hogwarts, there are many student organizations that resemble clubs. For example, the later Harry Potter, he founded D.A, which is Dumbledore's Army. A dark magic defense society that learns in the House of Needs.

However, it was helpless for them to put the club's position in the responsive room at the time, because at that time Hogwarts was under the high pressure of the British Ministry of Magic and had to avoid Dolores Ulurich's eyes.

But Hogwarts in this era obviously did not have that kind of situation, and the community developed very prosperously. Hoffa randomly found a senior student on the road and asked about it, and he told Hoffa the location of the school registration and the classroom of the registered club.

Speaking of which, in Western society, education is largely biased towards interests and hobbies, that is, education of talent.

Basically from elementary school, there will be various clubs in the school. Develop students' various talents.

Of course, because of his concept and lifestyle, Hoffa has not experienced any associations in his previous life. There was no school in high school, and everyone was afraid of delaying their studies.

When it comes to college, most of the clubs in the school are selling dog meat, and they are used by seniors to hook up with pure school girls. It doesn't really cultivate any interest.

So the club is really new to Hoffa.

The Hogwarts Registry of Societies is behind a huge portrait on the second floor. This is a portrait of hundreds of philosophical figures in ancient Greece. The people in the portrait are noisy and arguing.

You don't need a password at all to enter that portrait. Because there are constantly going in and out of students inside.

Passing through the gray stone corridor behind the portrait, Hoffa came to a hall with many arched cloisters around the hall, and the elaborately carved cloister patterns from time to time turned into a string of magical symbols, gleaming slightly on the wall. In the middle of the hall are statues of a group of young wizards holding magic wands. They look very energetic.

There are many portraits on the wall, and on the portraits are all kinds of outstanding students from the past. Those oil paintings are also advertised, recruiting new members to join their own clubs.

Many students walk around here, most of them are freshmen about their own age.

After Hoffa looked at it for a while, he saw a table dedicated to registration and consultation in the corner of the hall. In front of the table sat a delicate-looking girl. She was wearing a school gown and was in the sixth grade. She was holding a feather brush to record something, and her movements seemed very swift.

Hoffa walked over, and the girl raised her head with a professional smile.

"Hello, can I help you?"

"I want to ask, do you know that there are societies that learn spells?" Hoffa asked politely.

"There are a total of 17 curse clubs in the school. May I ask which one you want to add."

While talking about the girl, she pulled out a wad of parchment.

"Uh..." Hoffa was stunned for a moment. Induo only told the magic clubs that he could teach himself spells, but he didn't say which one. He didn't even think that there were 17 clubs that learned spells.

Seeing that Hoffa was silent, the girl asked again.

"Do you have an invitation? Some clubs can only enter by invitation."

"No," Hoffa said honestly.

"Well, there are only three who don't need to be invited. But I think you'd better filter it yourself."

After speaking, she handed Hoffa a wad of parchment.

Hoffa took a look, okay, the names of the various associations on the list are long.

Trastragg's Curse

Horns

Secret Code of All Things Magic Club

Kriptia Society

Omehni Brotherhood

Northern Ireland Magic Club

Northumberland Regiment

…….

These societies not only have their own time and characters. And there are their own requirements. Many societies have very strict requirements on the people who sign up for participation, including regions, families, and even ancestry.

Hoffa watched for a long time, not knowing which one Indor said could teach magic after joining.

So he asked the senior girl in front of him, "Well, which one of these can teach spells if you join the club, any spells."

"Any curse?" The senior girl frowned.

"I've never heard of any club boasting about Haikou, saying that it can teach any curse. Moreover, most freshmen enter the club by learning the rules of the club. No one will easily teach the curse."

Hoffa was taken aback, this was different from what Indor said.

He casually flipped through the parchment in his hand, thinking about the problem in his mind.

Suddenly, he paused with his fingers and stopped on the last page of the paper.

This page is marked with a society called the Violet Wizards.

Violet Wizard Society

People who are not wise, rigorous and determined cannot join

Those who are not strictly keeping secrets are not allowed to join

At the end of the parchment is written a row of small letters, (The enrollment is full.)

But what attracted Hoffa's attention was not the name of the society or its requirements, but a small piece of paper on parchment.

In the painting is a man wearing a weird pale mask. The mask covers his entire face and he can't see his appearance, but on his ears, there is an earring exactly like his own.

Hoffa knew the club he wanted to join immediately.

He said to the female senior in front of him: "That's it, I want to join this club."

After the female senior took a look at the parchment, her eyes widened, "The Violet Group... But this group is full, haven't you seen it?"

"Tell me its location, and I'll visit it myself." Hoffa insisted. His attitude towards obtaining the phantom spell is very firm, and will not be shaken by some obstacles.

"Okay." The woman didn't refuse, she pulled out a stack of small cards from under the table. One of them was selected and handed to Hoffa.

"Nuo, just keep following the arrow. However, if others let you in, I can't control it."

Hoffa took the card and looked at it. There was a hand-drawn area of ​​a tower on the card surface, and there was a small shaking arrow in the center of the card surface. That's where I stand.

After thanking the senior elder sister, Hoffa followed the instructions on the card and came to the school's community area.

Hogwarts has a dedicated area for most communities.

Compared with the lively hall just now, the location of the community area is quite quiet.

This is a tall spire. The top of the tower is transparent glass. There is a bright white light from bottom to top on the ground, connecting the top and the bottom of the tower. It has a weird shape, like the core of a certain magic circle.

Some weird instruments slowly revolve around the white light, and from time to time they will make a sweet and crisp ringing.

There are many oil paintings distributed in the tower, but the oil paintings on the walls are doing their own things, very silent.

Occasionally, people at the desk in the oil painting looked up at Hoffa, and then they lowered their heads again. Leave him alone.

On the way, he also saw some wizard students. These students stood in front of the oil painting. After seeing him coming over, they shut up silently. After he left, these students reported the export order and disappeared after the oil painting.

Needless to say, Hoffa knew that behind every painting here, a different group of students was hidden.

This gave Hoffa a sense of sigh, so many unknown chambers, so many wizard groups, so many ancient secrets...

If one had to explore 100% to obtain the knowledge of the Great God, I knew how long this school would have to explore by itself that day.

Hoffa took the card and walked slowly along the stairs of the tower.

Go more and more biased.

In the end, he stopped in front of a huge portrait of a woman, which was a witch wearing a mask and holding a bouquet of violets.

It's already very remote here. There are not a few oil paintings around. The person in the painting caught a glimpse of Hoffa coming, as if he had sensed his intention.

"Something?" the person in the painting asked calmly.

"Excuse me, I want to apply to join the group." Hoffa said politely.

The woman in the painting put down the bouquet and stood up, and slowly disappeared into the passage in the oil painting. After a while, the woman returned.

There was another person who came back with her. It was a student wearing a pale mask. She was thin and could not see her looks at all. The two walked together in the oil painting.

The thin student came to Hoffa, and after taking a look at him, he got out of the portrait directly, shocking Hoffa. (He always thought that guy was the one who was drawn.)

"What are you doing here?" the mask man asked. The voice is a female voice, and he should not be too old.

Hoffa looked at the other party with lingering fear, thinking that the other party might have been given some profound magic.

Because he felt that the masked girl was transparent, she was standing in front of him, but she seemed to be far away from him. Vague and indistinct, as if she would disappear as soon as she turned her head.

Hoffa asked respectfully: "I want to ask, can I still join the club now?"

"You want to add it?" The mask man tilted his head. "Didn't the Student Union tell you that the club is full?" Her voice was also very vague and lacking in texture.

"Said, but I still want to try it."

The mask woman said, "What about the purpose? Tell me your purpose."

Hoffa looked up and looked directly into the eyes under the mask.

"I want to get a spell. I heard that if you join your club, you can get any spell."

The mask man shook his head, then nodded again.

She chuckled inexplicably: "It's really an honest answer. It's really interesting. I don't know who told you. But it's not impossible to join the Violet Wizards, but I have to give you a little test first."

"What a test."

"Tell me the request to join the group. I think you should have seen it in the student union."

Hoffa replied: "Those who are not wise, rigorous and determined cannot join, and those who are not strictly keeping secrets cannot join."

"Very good, good memory."

The mask girl took a step closer and circled Hoffa a half circle.

"Tell me you are indeed such a person?"

Hoffa thought for a while: "Wisdom is not enough. I don't know about rigorous perseverance, but I think I can do it for the second secret.

"You are rather humble, come with me."

She walked into the oil painting with her hands back and disappeared directly inside.

Hoffa followed her through the oil painting, as if through a layer of gauze. But he knew that this was caused by some kind of magic, and if it hadn't been for the masked girl to bring him in, he would definitely not be able to pass this level.

After entering, Hoffa found it very dim.

At the foot of a stone step leading to the underground, there are some weird nicks on the floor. A brazier is lit every other segment around.

After crossing the steps, Hoffa came to a square underground hall.

This hall is a standard square, with a raised stone platform in the middle, and some glass boxes are neatly stacked on the edge of the stone platform, and there is only one cushion on the ground.

Clean and simple, but somehow weird.

This is Hoffa's first impression of this society.

After the masked woman brought Hoffa in, she ignored him, picked up a bunch of violets from the stone platform, and walked under a row of oil paintings.

The people in these paintings all wear masks, all kinds of masks. But they are not like the oil paintings outside. They are all alive. These oil paintings are more like Muggle works. They hang on the wall motionlessly. The glass on the surface is covered with thick dust.

Under each oil painting, there is a transparent vase.

Some vases are filled with vivid violets, while others have very dry flowers, which have not been changed for more than ten years.

The masked girl took the violet flowers and took away the old dead flowers. Then insert the fresh flowers.

Her entire posture and movements seemed unusually slow, solemn and mysterious.

For some reason, Hoffa felt that this place was not like a community classroom, but rather like a tomb.

Because the atmosphere is so weird, there is no one. It was lifeless, and the surrounding brazier couldn't provide him with any temperature.

Hoffa shuddered unconsciously, looking around, trying to find other people, but no matter how you look at it, there are no other people in this underground hall. Only the masked woman who slowly changed the vase for flowers.

Finally, after changing the flowers.

The mask girl came to the stone platform and said, pointing to the only cushion on the ground.

"sit."

"What about the others?" Hoffa looked around after sitting down.

"I'm the only one in the club," the mask woman said in a hazy voice.

Hoffa was shocked.

"You said you guys are full!"

"As long as one person can do what 10 people do, the existence of the other nine is meaningless." The masked woman put her hands on her cuffs and stood behind Hoffa.

"But you are lucky. I just want to recruit a subordinate to help organize the club, so you came."

"Then... will you teach me the spell?" Hoffa asked half-believingly. He had some bad premonitions for some reason.

"If you pass the real test, I don't mind."

The mask girl walked near the stone platform, drew her magic wand, and clicked on the piles of glass boxes beside the stone platform. The glass box opened slowly, and she took out a scroll from it.

Hoffa frowned slightly.

"What is your test?"

"It's very simple. The Violet Wizards is an organization of spells, and it is naturally obligated to help school students learn spells."

She placed the scroll in front of Hoffa.

"I don't know who you heard that our club can teach mantras, but obviously you have a certain misunderstanding of us. Our test is to let students learn any mantra in a short time. If they learn it, they pass the test. "

"But if you can't learn..."

The mask man unrolled the scroll.

"At your own risk, please."

Hoffa looked at the scroll in front of him, but found that there was only flowing white light on the scroll, and nothing else.

"This..." Hoffa looked up and just wanted to ask.

Suddenly, the white light shone on the scroll, and Hoffa's whole person was distorted, as if there were 20 dementors tearing his soul inside the scroll, making him unable to breathe.

After a few seconds, the white light dissipated.

Hoffa lay down on the table in an instant and lost consciousness.

The masked woman couldn't see the expression on her face. She bent down and put away the scroll on the stone platform, and then took out a small white hourglass from the cuff. Put it beside Hoffa.

She turned her head slightly to look at Hoffa's already dull eyes, and said indifferently:

"Friendly reminder, in the book of spells, only the pure goal is the only truth."