The cultivation of Mandrake required knowledge, but this knowledge had nothing to do with Jon for the time being.
Professor Sprout might want Jon to learn, but Jon himself had no intention of doing so.
What was the point of cultivating Mandrake?
To kill people?
Professor Sprout moved quickly. He quickly cleaned up the greenhouse and then took Jon back to his office.
"Mr. Smith, the Halloween party is coming up. Why didn't you go to the party?"
"Professor, you can just call me Jon."
Jon was not used to being called Mr. Smith. It sounded like he was in a class.
"Okay, Jon." Professor Sprout smiled gently. "Why are you looking for me?"
Jon nodded and said nervously, "Professor, I want to ask you something."
"What is it? Just say it. "
"Here's the thing, Professor, I think the learning atmosphere in our school is not strong enough, so I want to start a club."
"Start a club?"
"What's a club?"
"It's an organization for students to communicate with each other. We can communicate with each other about the problems we encounter in our studies through this club."
Sprout seemed very interested. "Like a club?"
"Something like that …" Jon did not know the specific difference between the two. Anyway, they were both interest groups, so there should not be much difference, right?
"This is a club that can be joined by all grades. We can communicate with each other and learn some spells or other knowledge that we are not familiar with."
"Of course, this is a very good proposal.
If you were a senior student, I would be very happy that you have such an idea, but Jon, you're still too young.
I know you're pretty good at shapeshifting and curses, but I think you should consolidate what you've learned. You'll learn high-level curses sooner or later, so there's no need to rush, right? "
Professor Sprout looked at Jon with a smile. "Professor Flick told me this before. He said you are very talented in spells."
Is that so? That's not bad.
According to Jon's usual personality, he should have stopped while he was ahead. But the problem now was that he needed to find a reason for those abnormally strong curses that he had mastered.
Otherwise, no matter how careful he usually was, there would be a day when he would be discovered. There were so many powerful teachers in Hogwarts Castle. Once he was discovered, he would not be able to clear his name.
Even if he exposed his bloodline, it would not explain how he could improve so many curses.
This was an improvement made by the Legendary Wizard. No matter how talented Jon was, he would still need to study for more than ten years to achieve this with his current level of magic.
"It's like this, Professor. You've misunderstood me. I don't want to learn the magic of the higher grades in advance. You know, if I want to learn, I can naturally self-study at home. However, the other students in our academy don't have such convenience. I often hear the seniors talking about the School Championship Competition in the lounge."
"Oh, the School Championship Competition?"
Sprout's expression finally changed, which made Jon heave a sigh of relief.
He was not a person who was good at lying.
"Of course. And when I say that I want to establish this club, it won't be in my name."
In order not to be interrupted again, he said in one breath, "I hope that this club will be established by you, Professor. As the dean of Hufflepuff Academy, I don't think it's against the academy rules to do something for your students."
"But this kind of thing has never happened before in the academy."
Sprout was a little hesitant, "Our academy has the most students in the first place. If we use this method to help our academy win the School Championship Competition, I'm afraid the students of the other academies won't think it's fair …"
"But this has always happened in the other three academies."
Jon said innocently, "Ravenclaw's lounge has a lot of notes and experiences left behind by former students. It's all for the students of Ravenclaw to read."
"Oh? Is that so? If that's the case, I can accept this proposal. You can go and participate in today's banquet first. Before Christmas, I will find a suitable opportunity to establish this … club. "
"Okay. If that's the case, I'll take my leave first."
Jon stood up from the chair and prepared to leave. He was still confident in Professor Sprout's promise.
"Wait, since you came up with this idea, do you have any suggestions for the name?"
"Erm, I did think about this at the beginning. What do you think of this name?"
Jon took out a piece of paper from his clothes and put it on Professor Sprout's desk. Then, he left the office.
The conversation with Professor Sprout took a lot of time. When he returned to the castle hall, it was already dark outside.
Before he reached the auditorium, Jon could already smell the delicious smell of food, just like the day he entered the academy.
Now that he thought about it, it was like yesterday when he first entered the academy.
Chown walked into the auditorium. Countless candles floated under the ceiling that had been transformed into a starry sky. A large swarm of bats flew around the ceiling, occasionally hovering above the dining table. Giant pumpkins were carved into lanterns, scattered around the auditorium.
The orchestra was playing an unknown symphony. When Jon entered the auditorium, he saw a conductor-like guy waving his wand in front of the orchestra — his baton.
Just like the banquet at the beginning of the semester, each student was sitting at their own dining table.
"Jon, over here!"
Sitting at the corner of Hufflepuff's long table, Stephen, who had been looking for Jon, gently shouted towards Jon. His voice was not loud and was soon drowned out by the laughter in the auditorium.
Jon followed the sound. The moment he sat down, he saw Professor Sprout sitting in the professor's seat. She had changed into a new robe and was much faster than Jon.
When he looked over, Professor Sprout was also looking at him. Separated by a long distance, the two nodded to each other.
While they were greeting each other, the plates in front of them were filled with the new delicacies.
Fran, who had just seen Jon greet the dean, grabbed a drumstick. While eating, she leaned towards Jon.
"How was it, Jon? Did you solve the club problem?"
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