Chapter 201 The Magic Rune Club Recruits New Members

Later that afternoon, a brand-new poster appeared on the bulletin board, and the headline could be read from afar - New Recruitment for the Magic Rune Club!

A group of young wizards gathered under the bulletin board, and an enthusiastic student read it aloud so that those in the back could hear it as well -

"The first members of the Magic rune Club are hereby recruited, with the following requirements (any one of the following three, merit-based).

One: Rough mastery of thirty practical ancient runes (to the extent that they can repair golems), or proficiency in one practical ancient rune ( for reference, see below).

Two: Independent creation of an alchemical item.

Three: A seven-foot-long essay based on Explorations of Ancient Magic Runes(with optional reference books).

Selection: final Saturday morning of this month; Location: Ancient runes' classroom.

--Magic Rune Club Head: Felix Hap, September 7, 1993."

At the bottom of the poster, there's a moving picture and a long list of books.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione squeezed to the front of the crowd and looked carefully at the words and pictures on it.

"I think the first requirement is the easiest to meet." Ron said as he stared at the end of the first entry on it, " you just need to be proficient in a single practical ancient magical rune."

His words drew a murmur of approval.

"It's not true!" Hermione retorted sharply, pointing to the motion picture on the left side of the bottom of the poster - a small wizard holding a magic rune, but then the symbol turned into a puff of fire - "It's the hardest of all the requirements; instead, I think the third requirement is the easiest."

"Are you kidding me, Hermione! That's a seven-foot thesis, seven-foot!"

"There's nothing wrong with my eyes, Ron. In fact, I've written longer papers."

Many students recognized the ancient magic rune class assistant, especially for those who had taken ancient magic runes for more than a year, and they were very familiar with this witch ( handwriting ).

Privately, many people complained that the second-year Granger is the professor of the Ancient rune class because her beautiful and neat handwriting often appeared on the assignments of the class for five years.

"Miss Granger, I would appreciate it if you could explain, specifically, the meaning and difficulty of each clause." Seventh-year Percy appeared, a badge symbolizing the perfect of the boys' student body on his chest, and said in a reserved and formal tone, "Your words will be a compelling reference."

Ron said to Harry, chewing his tongue, "Look at him, he looks like the spokesman for the Ministry of Magic, except he's missing a bulging stomach."

Harry looked at Percy and thought about the image of the belly of Uncle Vernon on Percy, and he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Hermione saw everyone turn their attention to her, "Oh, of course." She said nervously, "Hay, ahem! Professor Hap's magic rune club places more emphasis on the practical magic rune, and his three requirements basically revolve around that."

"The first one examines the mastery of practical magic rune, and as far as I understand, I mean I've seen your assignments, there are quite a few people above the fifth year who meet the requirements, except for that last part!"

"The second one you all understand, but to reach the professor's standard, you definitely need to utilize more practical magic runes;"

"The third one is to examine your understanding of the practical magic runes, I personally think - is the easiest way, for students below the fifth year it is the optimal choice ..."

After ten minutes or so, Hermione broke away from the crowd and found Harry and Ron, who were standing far away waiting.

"My God, it's the first time I've been treated with such enthusiasm!" Hermione said, not knowing whether to be happy or annoyed.

Ron muttered from the sidelines, "I would love to switch with you."

"Come on, let's go to the great hall for dinner first," Harry said.

At that moment, a voice interjected -

"So, you Muggleborn just made a big splash!" Draco Malfoy appeared at some point, a sickly look on his face, and next to him was Pansy Parkinson, and two of his minions, Crabbe and Goyle.

"Shut up, Malfoy! You'd better think about your old man and how to explain to your own Death Eater friends." Ron said with a contemptuous look on his face.

Draco's expression darkened as Ron poked him where it hurt. After three days of brooding since he had spoken out of turn last Tuesday, his father had sent a sternly worded letter forbidding him from mentioning any subject with the word dark lord in it.

'Erase this man from your memory, you know! Or I'll pick you up.' A sentence in the letter stated this.

Draco ignored Ron, he looked at Harry and said, "If I were you, I'd go and visit that silly big guy more often, maybe you'll only see him in Knockturn Alley later."

Harry said without thinking, "Hagrid's not going to get fired."

"Just wait and see, Potter." He sneered twice and said to Hermione, "You're just a little smart for a muggle, what else do you know besides memorization?"

"I can do a lot of things, you want a try?" Hermione mouthed an odd phrase, and a light glow emerged from her palm.

"She's also number one on the second year 'answer space' list, in all subjects, yeah, that's nothing in your opinion ... Oh yeah, and she could be your examiner if you want to join the Magic Rune Club then." Ron taunted him and said.

Draco, who was as uncomfortable as he swallowed a fly, said slowly, "It's a shame, it looks like you won the Daily Prophet prize at home, making you significantly more confident ..."

"Draco, ignore these lowlifes, my grandfather's servants were richer than his family, and to be called pureblood alongside them is simply the greatest humiliation I've ever received in my life." Pansy Parkinson dragged him away as she said condescendingly.

Ron furrowed his brow and said with an incredulous look on his face, "Are they sick, and why do they piss people off every time they show up?"

Even after dinner and back in the common room, Ron still dwelt on the matter, "Ruined my day, Hermione, I mean it if you become one of the examiners for the selection ... Hey! Get your cat away from me!"

Less than three feet away from him, a large cat with ginger fur and a face that looked like it had been squashed is crouched over with its eyes fixed on his pocket.

Hermione picked up her cat unhappily, "Crookshanks, behave." She sat down on the other side of the small round sofa.

Harry looked down at a piece of parchment with various names on it, with various lines drawn between the names.

Hermione took one look at the top and said worriedly, "Harry, are you still obsessing about that fugitive?"

"I just can't figure out how my father could have chosen such a man as his best man!" Harry hammered the table angrily, even though almost a week had passed, he could not forget the anger that he had.

Hermione reassured him, "A lot of people change, Harry."

Ron asked curiously, "I remember you said you were going to find it out from Professor Lupin on Saturday, how did that go?"

Harry said sullenly, "I didn't see him, Professor Lupin was ill, and I knocked half a dozen times on the door before he replied in a hoarse voice."

"But he didn't explicitly reject you, did he? Find a chance to try again, right after class, or the next weekend." Ron suggested.

Harry nodded, he was thinking the same thing. There is supposed to be a Defense Against the Dark Arts class today, but Professor Lupin looked so haggard that he feared the professor would suddenly faint while he is in the middle of the class, and he felt too embarrassed to make a request.