After returning to school, Hoffa hid his Transfiguration book and went straight to the school's club room.
Indor was right. In Hogwarts, there were many student organizations that were similar to clubs. For example, Harry Potter in the future had founded the Dumbledore's Army. It was a black magic defense club that studied in the Room of All Requests.
However, they had no choice but to place the club in the Room of All Requests. At that time, Hogwarts were under pressure from the British Ministry of Magic and had to hide from Dolores and Ulurich's spies.
However, Hogwarts in this era did not have that kind of situation, and the clubs were very prosperous. Huo Fa asked a random senior student on the way. The senior student told Huo Fa the location of the school's registration and the club's classroom.
Speaking of which, in Western society, education was mostly biased towards interests and hobbies, which was the education of talent.
Basically, from elementary school, there would be various clubs in the school. To develop the students' various talents.
Of course, due to the way of thinking and life, Hoffa did not participate in any clubs in his previous life. In high school, there were no clubs, and everyone was afraid that it would affect their studies.
When he was in university, most of the clubs in the school were just for the seniors to hook up with the innocent juniors. They could not really develop any interest.
It was not their fault that they were lustful, because to be honest, if a person really had any interest, it would be too late to develop it.
Have you ever seen a person who started studying music or art in university become a master? Those who could become a master started studying when they were in their mother's womb.
Therefore, to Huo Fa, the idea of a club was something new.
The club registration office in Hogwarts was on the second floor behind a huge portrait. It was a portrait of hundreds of ancient Greek philosophical figures. The people in the portrait were noisy and arguing.
There was no password needed to enter the portrait. Because there were constantly students going in and out.
After passing through the gray stone corridor behind the portrait, Hoffa came to a large hall. There were many arched corridors around the hall, and the intricately carved patterns of the corridors occasionally turned into strings of magical symbols that flickered on the walls. In the middle of the hall was a group of statues of young wizards holding wands. They looked very high-spirited.
There were many portraits on the wall, and on the portraits were various kinds of outstanding students. The oil paintings were also advertising to recruit new members into their clubs.
Many students were walking around, and most of them were freshmen around the same age as him.
After looking around for a while, Hoffa saw a table in the corner of the hall that was specially used for registration and consultation. In front of the table sat a delicate girl. She was wearing a school uniform and looked like she was in the sixth grade. She was scribbling something down with a quill in her hand, and her movements looked very nimble.
Huo Fa walked over. The girl raised her head and revealed a professional smile.
"Hello, how can I help you?"
"I'd like to ask, do you know of any clubs that learn Curses?" Huo Fa asked politely.
"There are a total of 17 clubs in the school, which one would you like to join?"
While speaking, the girl took out a stack of parchment papers.
"Uh …" Hoffa was stunned. Indor only told him that there was a club that could teach him spells, but did not say which one. He also did not expect that there were seventeen clubs that only taught spells.
Seventeen.
The girl saw that Hoffa did not speak, so she asked again.
"Do you have an invitation? Some clubs can only be joined with an invitation. "
"No," Hoffa said honestly.
"Well, there are only three clubs that don't need an invitation. But I think you should choose them yourself. "
Then, she handed Hoffa a stack of parchment papers.
Hoffa took a look. Well, there was a long list of clubs.
Trastrade Magic Club
Ox Horn Club
Book of Everything Magic Club
Kryptian Club
Omaheni Brotherhood Club
Northern Ireland Magic Club
Northumberland Club
…
These clubs not only had their own time of establishment, but also their own members. They also had their own requirements. Many clubs had very strict requirements for the members who signed up. There were requirements for regions, families, and even bloodlines.
Hoffa looked at it for a long time, but he did not know which club Indor was talking about.
So he asked the upperclassman in front of him, "Well, which one of these clubs can teach spells? Any spell?"
Any spell. The upperclassman frowned.
"I have never heard of a club that boasted that they could teach any spell. Plus, most new students who join a club mainly learn the rules. No one would easily impart the curse to you. "
Hoffa was stunned. This was different from what Indor said.
He casually flipped through the parchment papers in his hand, thinking about the problem in his mind.
Suddenly, his fingers paused on the last page of the paper.
On this page, there was a guild called the Violet Wizard Guild.
Violet Wizard Club
Only wise, strict, and determined people can join
Only those who keep the secret strictly can join
At the end of the parchment, there was a row of small words: (Recruitment is full.)
But what attracted Hoffa's attention was not the name of the club or its requirements, but a small drawing on the parchment.
In the drawing was a man wearing a strange pale mask. The mask covered his entire face, and his appearance could not be seen clearly. However, the man had an earring that was exactly the same as his.
Hoffa immediately knew the club he wanted to join.
He said to the upperclassman in front of him, "This is it. I want to join this club."
The upperclassman took the parchment and looked at it. Her eyes widened. "Violet Wizard Club … But this club is full. Can't you see?"
"Tell me where it is. I will go visit it myself," Hoffa insisted. He was very determined to obtain the Illusion Spell and would not be swayed by some obstacles.
"Okay." The woman did not refuse. She took out a stack of small cards from under the table. She picked one out and handed it to Hoffa.
"Yes, just follow the arrow and it'll be fine. But if they don't let you in, it's none of my business. "
Hoffa took the card and looked at it. An area of a tower was hand-drawn on the card, and there was a small shaking arrow in the middle of the card. That was where he was standing.
After thanking the upperclassman, Hoffa followed the directions on the card and came to the club area.
Hogwarts had a special area for most of the guilds to use.
Compared to the liveliness of the hall, the club area was quite quiet.
It was a tall spire. The top of the spire was made of transparent glass. There was a bright white light from bottom to top, connecting the top and bottom of the spire. Its shape was strange, and it seemed to be the core of some kind of magic circle.
Some strange instruments slowly rotated around the white light, and from time to time, they would make a pleasant tinkling sound.
There were many oil paintings in the spire, but these oil paintings on the walls were all doing their own things and were very silent.
Occasionally, people in the oil paintings would look up at Hoffa, and then they would lower their heads again. They no longer cared about him.
Along the way, he also saw some sorcerer students. These students stood in front of the oil paintings, and when they saw him, they kept quiet. After he left, these students then said the password and disappeared behind the oil paintings.
Needless to say, Hoffa knew that behind each oil painting, there was a different student group.
This made Hoffa feel a little powerless. There were so many unknown secret rooms, so many sorcerer groups, so many ancient secrets.
If he had to explore 100% in order to obtain the knowledge of the Great God, who knew how long he would have to explore this school.
Hoffa held the card and slowly walked along the stairs of the spire.
The more he walked, the more remote it became.
Finally, he stopped in front of a huge portrait of a woman. In the portrait was a sorceress wearing a mask and holding a bouquet of violets.
This place was very remote. There were not many oil paintings around. The figure in the painting caught a glimpse of Huo Fa's arrival and seemed to have sensed his intentions.
"What's the matter?" The person in the portrait asked calmly.
"Excuse me, I want to apply to join the group." Hoffa said politely.
The woman in the portrait put down the bouquet, stood up, and slowly disappeared into the passage in the painting. Not long after, the woman came back.
There was another person who came back with her. It was a student wearing a pale mask. She was thin and small, and her face could not be seen clearly. The two of them walked together in the painting.
The skinny student came in front of Huo Fa. After looking at him for a while, he actually came out of the portrait, which gave Huo Fa a fright. (He always thought that guy was also a person in the portrait.)
"What are you doing here?" The masked person said, her voice was female. She should be quite young.
Hoffa looked at her with lingering fear, and felt that she might have been cast with some profound magic.
This was because he felt that the masked woman was transparent. She was clearly standing in front of him, but she seemed to be very far away. She was so blurry that he could not see her clearly, as if she would disappear if he turned his head.
Hoffa asked respectfully, "I want to ask, can I still join the group now?"
"You want to join?" The masked woman tilted her head. "Didn't the student council tell you that the group is full?" Her voice was also very faint, and there was no texture.
"They did, but I still want to give it a try."
The masked woman said, "What's your purpose? Tell me."
Hoffa raised his head and looked directly into the eyes under the mask.
"I want to get a spell. I heard that if I join your group, I can get a spell of any choice."
The masked woman shook her head, then nodded.
She chuckled inexplicably. "What an honest answer. Interesting. I don't know who told you that. But it's not impossible to join the Violet Wizard Group, but I have to give you a small test first. "
"What test?"
"Recite the requirements for joining the group to me. I think you've seen it in the student council."
Hoffa replied, "Those who are not wise, strict, and determined cannot join, and those who are not strict in keeping secrets cannot join."
"Very good. You have a good memory."
The masked woman took a step closer and circled around Huo Fa half a circle.
"Tell me, are you really such a person?"
Hoffa thought for a moment. "I'm not wise, and I don't know about strict, but I think I can keep secrets."
"You're quite modest. Come with me."
She walked into the painting with her hands behind her back and disappeared inside.
Hoffa followed her through the painting as if he was walking through a layer of gauze. But he knew that it was caused by some kind of magic. If the masked woman hadn't brought him in, he wouldn't have been able to pass this test.
After entering, Hoffa found that the place was very dim.
There was a stone staircase under his feet, and there were some strange carvings on the floor. There was a brazier lit every once in a while.
After passing through the staircase, Hoffa came to a square underground hall.
The hall was a standard square, with a raised stone table in the middle. Beside the table, there were some glass boxes in a Zizi pattern, and there was only a cushion on the ground.
It was clean, simple, and inexplicably strange.
That was Hoffa's first impression of the club.
After the masked woman brought Hoffa in, she didn't pay attention to him. Instead, she picked up a bouquet of violets from the stone table and walked to a row of oil paintings.
The people in these oil paintings were all wearing masks of all kinds. But they weren't alive like the oil paintings outside. These oil paintings were more like the works of Muggles. They hung motionlessly on the wall. The glass on the surface was covered in a thick layer of dust.
Under each oil painting was a transparent vase.
Some of the vases had fresh violets, and some of the flowers were very withered, as if they hadn't been changed for more than ten years.
The masked woman took the violets and took away the old withered flowers. Then, she put the fresh flowers in.
Her posture and movements were unusually slow, solemn, and mysterious.
For some reason, Hoffa felt that this place didn't look like a club's classroom, but more like a tomb.
Because the atmosphere was too strange, there was no one. The atmosphere was dead, and the braziers around him couldn't provide him with any warmth.
Hoffa couldn't help but shiver. He looked around to find other people, but no matter how he looked, there was no one else in this underground hall. There was only the masked woman who was slowly changing the flowers in the vases.
Finally, after changing the flowers.
The masked woman came to the stone table and pointed at the only cushion on the ground.
"Sit."
"Where are the others?" Hoffa sat down and looked around.
"I'm the only one in the club," the masked woman said in a faint voice.
Hoffa was shocked.
"You said you've recruited all the members!"
"As long as one person can do what ten people can do, then the existence of the other nine is meaningless." The masked woman stood behind Hoffa with her hands in her sleeves.
"But you're lucky. I was just looking to recruit a subordinate to help organize the club, and you came."
"Then you'll teach me the Curse?" Hoffa asked doubtfully. He didn't know why he had a bad feeling.
"If you pass the real test, I don't mind."
The masked woman walked closer to the stone table, took out her wand and pointed at a pile of glass boxes next to the table. The glass box slowly opened, and she took out a scroll from it.
Hoffa frowned.
"What's your test?"
"It's very simple, the Violet Wizard Society is an organization that studies Curses, so of course we have the obligation to help the school's students learn Curses"
She put the scroll in front of Hoffa.
"I don't know who told you that our club can teach incantations, but it's clear that you have some misunderstanding about us. Our test is to let students learn any incantation in a short period of time. If they can learn it, then they will pass the test."
"But what if they can't learn it?"
The masked woman opened the scroll.
"You'll have to bear the consequences, please."
Hoffa looked at the scroll in front of him, only to find that there was nothing but flowing white light on it.
"This …" Hoffa looked up and was about to ask.
Suddenly, the white light on the scroll shone brightly. Hoffa's body started to twist, as if there were 20 Soul Eaters tearing his soul apart inside the scroll. He couldn't even breathe.
A few seconds later, the white light faded away.
Hoffa collapsed on the table and lost consciousness.
The masked woman's expression was unreadable. She bent down and picked up the scroll on the table, then took out a small white hourglass from her sleeve. She put it next to Hoffa.
She turned her head slightly to look at Hoffa's lifeless eyes and coldly said:
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