A certain Hogwarts rune professor

Chapter 203 The Magic Text Club Recruits New Members

In the late afternoon, a brand new poster was hung on the bulletin board, and the title on it could be seen clearly from a long distance—New recruiting brochure for the Rune Club!
A group of young wizards gathered around the bulletin board, and an enthusiastic student read it aloud so that the people behind could hear——

"We hereby recruit the first batch of members of the Rune Club, the requirements are as follows (choose one of the following three, choose the best):
[-]: Roughly master [-] practical ancient runes (to the extent that magic puppets can be repaired), or master one practical ancient rune (see the picture below);
Two: complete an alchemy item independently;
Three: Based on "Exploration of Ancient Runes", complete a seven-foot-long paper (additional reference books are attached);

Selection time: the morning of the last Saturday of this month; location: ancient magic text classroom;

- Rune Club Leader: Felix Hepp, September 1993, 9. "

Below the poster is a dynamic picture and a long book list.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione pushed their way to the front of the crowd, looking carefully at the words and patterns on it.

"I think the first requirement is the easiest to meet." Ron stared at the end of the first item above and said, "It's the last sentence. You only need to be proficient in a practical ancient rune."

His words drew approbation.

"That's not it!" Hermione retorted sharply, pointing to the animation on the bottom left of the poster - a little wizard holding a rune symbol in his hand, but the symbol turned into a flame immediately - " It is the hardest of all the requirements, on the contrary, I think the third requirement is the easiest."

"Are you kidding, Hermione! That's seven feet of paper, seven feet!"

"I'm fine with my eyes, Ron. In fact, I've written longer papers."

Many students recognized the assistant of the Ancient Runes class, especially for the students who had taken Ancient Runes for more than a year, they were very familiar with this witch (in her handwriting).

In private, many people complained that Granger, who was in the second grade, was the professor of the ancient runes class, because her delicate and neat handwriting often appeared in the homework of this class, and it spanned five grades.

"Miss Granger, I hope you can explain in detail the meaning and difficulty level of each item." Percy, who was in the seventh grade, appeared, with a badge symbolizing the president of the Boys' Student Union hanging on his chest, with a reserved tone Instead, say formally: "Your word will serve as a powerful reference."

Ron whispered to Harry, "Look at him, he looks like a spokesman for the Ministry of Magic, except he's missing a protruding belly."

Harry glanced at Percy, and thought about the image of putting Uncle Vernon's belly on Percy, and he couldn't help laughing.

Hermione saw that everyone was looking at her, "Oh, of course." She said nervously, "Hai, cough cough! Professor Haipu's runes club pays more attention to practical runes, and his three requirements are basically It’s all about that.”

"The first one examines the mastery of practical runes. As far as I know, I mean that I have read your homework. There are many people above the fifth grade who meet the requirements, except for the last sentence!"

"You all understand the second point, but if you want to meet the professor's standard, you must use more alchemy symbols and practical runes;"

"The third item is to examine the understanding of practical runes. I personally think that it is the easiest way, and it is the best choice for students below the fifth grade..."

After more than ten minutes, Hermione escaped from the crowd and found Harry and Ron who were standing far away and waiting.

"My God, this is the first time I've been treated so warmly!" Hermione said, not knowing whether to be happy or annoyed.

Ron muttered to the side: "I want to change with you."

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

At this moment, a voice came in——

"So, you Muggleborn just made a big splash!" Draco Malfoy appeared at some point, with a sick look on his face, next to him were Pansy Parkinson, and the two unmovable Minions, Crabbe and Goyle.

"Shut up, Malfoy! You'd better think about how to explain it to your Death Eater friends for your father." Ron said contemptuously.

Draco's expression darkened, and Ron hit him right where it hurt.After three days of deliberation, since his blundering last Tuesday, his father had sent a scathing letter, forbidding him to mention any reference to the Dark Lord.

'Erase this person from your memory, you know!Otherwise I'll take you back. ’ That’s what a sentence in the letter said.

Draco ignored Ron. He looked at Harry and said, "If I were you, I'd see that big fool more. Maybe you'll only see him in Knockturn Alley in the future."

Harry said without thinking, "Hagrid won't be fired."

"Wait and see, Potter." He sneered twice, and said to Hermione: "You Muggleborn are only a little clever, what else can you do besides memorizing by rote?"

"I know a lot, do you want to try?" Hermione uttered a weird syllable, and a light halo appeared on her palm.

"She is still No. 1 in all subjects on the leaderboard of the second-grade 'answering parchment', yes, in your opinion, this is nothing... Oh, by the way, she may still be your examiner, if you also If you want to join the Rune Club," Ron said tauntingly.

Draco felt as uncomfortable as eating a dead fly, he said slowly: "It's a pity, it seems that your family has won the Daily Prophet's grand prize, which makes you obviously more confident..."

"Draco, don't pay attention to these inferior people. My grandfather's servants are all richer than his family. It is the greatest humiliation I have ever received in my life." Pansy Parkinson proudly pulled he left.

Ron frowned, and said with a look of disbelief: "Are they sick? Why are they so annoying every time they appear?"

Even after dinner and back in the common room, Ron was still struggling with this matter, "ruined my good mood for the day, Hermione, I mean seriously, if you become one of the examiners of the selection... hey ! Keep your cat away from me!"

Not three feet away from him, a large cat with ginger fur and a squashed face was crouching over, staring intently at his pockets.

Hermione picked up her cat unhappily, "Crookshanks, be good." She sat on the other side of the small round table.

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

Hermione glanced at the content above, and said worriedly: "Harry, are you still struggling with that fugitive?"

"I just can't figure out how my father would choose someone like this to be his best man!" Harry hammered the table angrily, even though almost a week had passed, he couldn't forget his anger at that time.

Hermione reassured him, "Many people change, Harry."

Ron asked curiously: "I remember you said on Saturday that you were going to find Professor Lupine for information. What happened?"

Harry said dejectedly, "I didn't see him. Professor Lupine was ill. I knocked on the door for a long time before he answered me with a hoarse voice."

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

Harry nodded, he thought so too.There was supposed to be a Defense Against the Dark Arts class today, but Professor Lupine looked too haggard. He was afraid that the professor would suddenly faint during the class, so he was really embarrassed to ask for it.

(End of this chapter)