HP Approaches the Magical World

Chapter 41 The Hufflepuff Society for the Study of Magic (thanks to Fleurand's)

Resting against the wall for a while, Jon picked up a roll of gauze, wrapped it around the blue area on his arm, and drank the small bottle of painkiller potion.

Fortunately, what I suffered was only a flesh injury, otherwise I would have to go to the school hospital.

The pain gradually subsided, and Jon stood up, had the Room of Requirement change into a new set of Hufflepuff robes, and left the place.

Jon is a very resilient person.

He knew this very early on, and he knew exactly what kind of character he was.

Whether it is a strong ability to respond to changes or a strong ability to adapt to new environments, Jon does not deny that he is such a person.

Except now.

The painkiller potion was indeed very useful, but after the potion passed, the dull pain in Jon's arms and chest began to spread out uncontrollably.

Especially when these parts were touched, the pain made him unable to even concentrate.

Although there is no bone injury, there must be bruises... This injury is not serious, and Jon can't go to the school hospital to explain where his injury came from, even the clothes he wore when he was hit by a unicorn The clothes had already been destroyed by him in the Room of Requirement.

During the growing period, the body recovers very quickly, as long as you don't do strenuous activities, you can recover quickly.

After figuring this out, Jon was so quiet in the following days that the three of Stephen were surprised by his changes.

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As time went by, Hogwarts had several more snowfalls, and the entire school was soon completely covered in white.

The weather in the Scottish Highlands is relatively harsh, and Jon knows this, so he can't go out unless he goes out. It's much better to stay in a warm dormitory than in the cold wind.

Only those fools whose minds are full of adventure would go out to challenge the cold in this weather.

Sitting on the chair and taking a sip of warm tea, Jon squinted his eyes contentedly, deducing the magic circle that Helga taught him in his mind.

The semester is coming to an end, and the students of Hufflepuff College finally remembered what the dean, Professor Sprout, said. Recently, the common room has been speculating about what that "help" is.

Jon was the least anxious one.

He believed that Professor Sprout would not deceive himself, and that Professor Sprout was indeed a bit busy recently.

Many senior students are helping the professor to take care of the herbs, so that these herbs can grow well without dying in the cold winter.

It was a Hufflepuff tradition, after all the students of their house had always had a certain talent for such things.

After nearly half a month of recuperation, the cyan color on Jon's arm finally subsided completely, and the dull pain in his chest no longer ached, and he returned to his previous physical fitness.

It's not in vain that he has eaten so much recently.

Jon's mood improved, and the air pressure around him became much easier, and the three of Stephen also began to relax.

Jon kept a straight face every day and was cautious in everything he did. They didn't say anything but they were a little flustered in their hearts.

Fortunately, Professor Sprout finally fulfilled her promise before Christmas, and they attributed Jon's change of mood to this matter.

It happened ten days before Christmas, when they were having breakfast in the dining room that morning, an owl threw a frosty envelope in front of Jon.

The person who wrote the letter was Professor Sprout, who notified Jon of her arrangements for the club in advance. idea.

Jon thinks these ideas are very good, much more rigorous than the one he provided Professor Sprout.

Carefully put the letter into the pocket,

Jon shared the news with his three roommates.

"Then, doesn't the association have nothing to do with us? We just need to take part in it?"

Fron bit the pie and looked at Jon.

"It should be like this. There is no mistake. The professor said that she will put the bulletin board in the lounge this Saturday, and then hold a meeting for everyone in the empty classroom next to the lounge."

"Are there any free classrooms next to the lounge?"

Jon nodded: "There are still a lot of empty classrooms in the school, all of which are hidden behind the portraits. The classroom chosen by the professor is right between the kitchen and the lounge. I remember that this classroom is very large and can hold at least five children. grade students."

After all, this club is facing the students of the whole college, so it needs a lot of space.

"If you say that, then I'm looking forward to it, but can this club really work? Will everyone feel unfamiliar, so why don't you join in the first place?"

Jon felt that Sculley's concerns were justified, but Professor Sprout said that she would handle these things just fine.

"If the professor said so, then there should be no need to worry too much. Anyway, the day after tomorrow is Saturday. Let's wait and see how the result turns out."

What Jon said was indeed reasonable, and the three of them stopped asking new questions and continued to eat.

By the time Jon was dragged from the dormitory to the common room by Stephen on Saturday morning, the club's publicity had already begun.

Many senior students were explaining the meaning of this society to the Hufflepuff students. Jon glanced at them and found that these were the seniors and seniors who had helped Professor Sprout take care of the herbs these days .

The bulletin board was right in front of Hufflepuff's portrait, and when Jon looked over, Helga on the portrait winked at him.

Obviously very satisfied with the emergence of this society.

Jon nodded slightly at Helga, then looked at the bulletin board.

This time the bulletin board is very large, with many slogans written on it.

"This society was founded by Professor Sprout.

The sole purpose is to improve the learning level of the students.

Learn what you haven't learned.

Learn what you want to learn.

Improve your magic level.

Satisfy your whimsy.

Become a good wizard.

Magic discussion, spell improvement, spell use training.