Chapter 233 Golden Dawn

The conversation between the two was just a small interlude. After Daisy came back, they devoted themselves to how to revise the rules and regulations of the new club.

After spending a lot of time, the general rules were finally written on the parchment. Sean stretched out. Now he misses his father very much.

Nurmengard, like Hogwarts, cannot use electronic products. Otherwise, just make a phone call and Mr. Wallop can immediately find him a professional team to formulate all the rules.

"Okay, that's about it..." Hermione looked at the contents on the parchment carefully, then turned to look at Sean, "Sean, have you decided on the name of the club?"

"Oh, you know, I've never been very good at naming things." Sean spread his hands helplessly.

"But the club should have a name."

Sean frowned and thought for a long time, and then he tentatively said, "How about calling it 'Golden Dawn'?"

"What does it mean?" Daisy asked curiously.

"It doesn't mean anything. I just thought of it in my head. It just sounds bluffing." Sean said honestly.

Hermione and Daisy looked at each other.

"Sounds really high-end?"

"Sean has always been good at bluffing people."

In fact, Sean just pulled this name out of his previous memory, and he forgot the specific origin.

In this way, the name of the club was decided in just a few minutes, and Sean didn’t care—it’s a big deal and he’ll change it later~

Anyway, he doesn't need to make his magic club one of the top 500 in the world, so he doesn't care about the first impression the name gives.

By Saturday, a new member recruitment announcement appeared on the club board on the first floor of Nurmengard Castle.

"Golden Dawn Magic Club -" a Nurmengard student read the words on the bulletin board, "is this founded by Sean Wallop?"

"It should be. We are no better than Hogwarts. The Magic Club's review is very strict - which is just right. Other contestants did not perform well in the competition. Wallop is a dragon whisperer and Professor Grindelwald likes all kinds of things. A gifted wizard who doesn’t care much about the boundaries of the school..."

"Look at the slogan - tsk, why is it different from others..."

A student read out the slogan on the parchment: "'Golden Dawn Magic Club - a comprehensive magic academic exchange club. The president is deeply involved in high-end magic knowledge and firmly believes that practice is the only criterion for testing truth. The Golden Dawn Magic Club mainly teaches Small side magic spells, practical tips for dueling, a hundred ways to hide your body, how to escape if you can't beat him, how to bargain with others if you can't escape, to help you be better when facing the dark wizard...'—— Why does this slogan look, um, different from other clubs’ styles..."

Another person glanced at the recruitment announcements of other clubs: "Look at what others are saying - 'When Transfiguration Comes into Life', 'My First Half of Life with the Ancient Runes'..."

"Hey, look below!" exclaimed a senior student, who was still holding a copy of "Introduction to the Habits of Hungarian Horntails" in his hand, "'Golden Dawn Magic Club Grand Opening Celebration! The first fifty who pass the membership review will receive The president's personal teachings - the detailed habits of fire dragons and hundreds of effective ways to deal with fire dragons!'"

The students of Nurmengard all looked at each other, and they all saw the fire in each other's eyes.

The fire dragon is not a magical creature that can be seen everywhere like the Flobber caterpillar. Due to its terrifying danger, the research on the fire dragon in existing textbooks is extremely limited.

The fire dragon paper assigned to them by Professor Grindelwald made everyone complain incessantly. Recently, all the books on fire dragons in the library have been borrowed, but the students desperately found that the information in those books except for the overlapping parts Finally, it was impossible to reach the two feet required by Grindelwald.

The problem is that they don’t know enough about fire dragons. It would be even worse if they made it up and turned it in and were discovered. In Nurmengard, ignorance is called weakness, but pretending to understand is the real stupidity.

Sean's performance that day has long been noticed by everyone - he can speak dragon language and communicate with fire dragons!

As early as after Grindelwald's speech at the dinner that day, many people had their thoughts on Sean.

Although the other party comes from the enemy school Hogwarts, and has done many things to disgrace the people of Nurmengard during this period - Professor Grindelwald has allowed the other party to open a magic club. I will join it and secretly Asking questions about fire dragons doesn’t count as surrendering to the enemy, right?

Most people in the crowd had such thoughts, and a few students had quietly retreated to the periphery of the crowd.

"Absurd -" a slightly sharp voice sounded. It was a seventh-grade boy with half-long yellow-brown hair, a meticulous uniform, a gem lapel pin on the lapel of his waistcoat, and an annoying odor on his face. So arrogant.

If Sean and the Weasley brothers were here, they would definitely recognize each other, Fabian Aiken, the guy who did the trick on the twins.

Sean had prepared a revenge plan, but on the last Nurmengard Day, Fabian Aiken did not enter the finals for some reason, which made Sean a little regretful.

Of course, he has already promised Fred and George, so he will definitely not let it go. Sean is just waiting for the opportunity.

Back in front of the bulletin board in the corridor on the first floor, Fabian Aiken crossed his arms, swatted away the crowd and walked out.

He glanced at the Golden Dawn recruitment announcement with disgust, then turned to look at the crowd.

"Don't tell me that someone wants to join Nurmengard's enemies, right?"

Aiken's voice was cold and he glanced at everyone gloomily.

"Aiken, don't use your annoying energy in your own small group to put pressure on us -" A tall boy with a dressing on his face and a cast on his right hand frowned.

"Pena, you came back to class before your injury healed?" Aiken sneered, "Ha - he was wiped out by an underage fire dragon, and then a second-year student from another school easily tamed that guy, If I were you, I would be embarrassed to speak loudly now."

"What's wrong with admitting that you're not as skilled as others?" Pena said calmly, "At least I've been face to face with the fire dragon. Why didn't I see you in the finals?"

"I'm not interested in children playing house. Pena, you don't really think you are the best in seventh grade, do you?"

"Whether it's me, I don't know, but it's definitely not you."

"Well, do you want to try it?"

The two were tit for tat, refusing to let anyone sleep. It was obvious that they had a long-standing feud.

At this time, another student said: "Aiken, Professor Grindelwald approved Wallop's club. Are you questioning him?"

"That's because Professor Grindelwald is the principal of Nurmengard. No matter how much he hates Hogwarts, he will set an example accordingly." Aiken didn't even look back at the man. "What do you think you saw?" Is this the truth? Idiot, use your brain, right?"

"If it weren't for these useless guys -" Aiken glanced at Pena, "Professor Grindelwald wouldn't have been so generous to a muck wizard from another school."

"You..." Many people's faces suddenly turned ugly.

Fabian Aiken raised his eyebrows. Although he didn't know Grindelwald's true intention, it didn't stop him from interpreting it - Mr. Grindelwald wouldn't care about these little fights in the school.

As the leader of Nurmengard's radical student faction, Fabian Aiken could tolerate other things, but a marrow wizard opened a magic club in this castle and also recruited students?

funny!

His father is the sponsor of the French Wizards' Rights Protection Association. When he was in the fifth grade, his father taught him that school is a small society, so attract those who are worth attracting, and those who can never be trusted We need to suppress it!

Just like Nurmengard now, Aiken's radical faction is one of the largest student factions in the school. Among other larger factions, none of their leaders are mixed-blood or hemp wizards. They are all pure-blooded. By.

Aiken has always implemented the concept taught to him by his father, just like the true concept of the French Wizards Rights Protection Association - wizards are superior to others, but pure-blood wizards are more noble!

In the process of liberating the rights of wizards, the muck wizards are completely untrustworthy.

Aiken had already inquired about Sean Wallop's origins. His parents were all stupid Muggles - this kind of person, even if he was extremely talented, there was no point in wooing him.

The magic club founded by such a person has no value in joining, and he will not allow a force headed by a hemp wizard to develop and grow in Nurmengard.

Aiken looked at the others coldly: "Don't let me down, friends——"

After saying this, he smiled again: "By the way, I asked the owl to deliver the letter yesterday. My father happens to know several senior wizards who have been dealing with fire dragons for decades, and some of them have not appeared in the market at all. The information on the Internet will be sent to me soon - ha, you can come to me if you need it, shouldn't classmates help each other?"

Fabian Aiken then left the scene with several people.

Those who were originally eager to try the Golden Dawn were now hesitant.

The meaning of Fabian Aiken's words is very obvious. You can get the detailed information of the Fire Dragon without joining the Golden Dawn - of course, you can also get it after joining, but Aiken will definitely target it later.

In the Golden Dawn club classroom, Sean was sitting boredly at a long table with Hermione and Daisy.

Sean kept turning a piece of parchment in front of him into a ray, and changed it back every time the other person couldn't move due to lack of water, in order to practice his transformation skills.

Hermione puffed up her cheeks and looked at the door of the classroom, where colored paper was rising and falling continuously, which was caused by a little magic spell of hers. Since it is a newly established club, there should be a lively atmosphere, right?

Of course, the classroom is definitely not lively now. Many students at Hogwarts have already joined the club through the back door. Today is mainly for the recruitment of Nurmengard students.

However, it had been quite some time since the recruitment announcement was posted on the notice board, and no one showed up at the door, which made Hermione a little unhappy.

She had made up her mind to help Sean manage the new club, but the current situation had greatly dampened her enthusiasm.

"How come there's no one there..." Hermione muttered, and she looked at Sean next to her, "Stop messing with that fish... No, don't mess with that parchment. Sean, you don't Are you anxious?"

"What's the rush?" Sean shrugged nonchalantly. This time he turned the parchment into a shield, with the coat of arms of Hogwarts on the top and the coat of arms of Nurmengard on the bottom.

"Ha - tell me, how will the two principals feel when they see this shield?" Sean said with a smile.

"It's not a good mood anyway," Hermione said angrily, "Sean, this is your club!"

"Okay, okay, why are you so anxious?" Sean took back his wand and leaned on the back of the chair leisurely, "Isn't this normal? I am a Hogwarts student, only a second year, and, There must be many people in Nurmengard who don't like me, and it's normal that no one cares about me - doesn't this just meet our review standards? It's better to be lacking than to be indiscriminate..."

"But you don't even have to choose, so why would you rather lack than overdo it?"

"That's a question. Is my slogan not attractive enough? It's unscientific. My slogan is a hundred times more reliable than the fake slogans of other clubs..."

While the two were talking, the classroom door was pushed open.

A fat blond man with trembling fat all over his body walked in.

"President, it's so nice to see you again."

The person who came was Hugo Barbarossa, a fourth-year student from Nurmengard who had dueled with Sean before—no, with Grindelwald who was pretending to be Sean.

"Classmate Barbarossa, you are welcome - but I am not your president yet. You have to pass the review." Sean stood up and shook hands with the other party.

To put it this way, the other party's admission was almost certain, and Sean already knew about Grindelwald's bet with those people that day when he pretended to be himself.

Grindelwald arranged this specifically, which is equivalent to telling Sean-I have found a few preliminary candidates for you.

Therefore, the fat man in front of him must have something special about him. Judging from his size, he might be guilty of gluttony.

Hugo had a cheerful personality. He did not change his words. He still called "President" and accepted Hermione's membership review.

I have to say that the opponent's strength surprised even Sean.

With outstanding proficiency in spells and an almost terrifyingly huge source of magic power, this guy even scored ninety points on Hermione's general knowledge test in the wizarding world.

There is no need to question the necessity of this kind of test paper. The way of thinking of many people in the wizarding world is still stuck in the Middle Ages, and Hogwarts and Nurmengard obviously do not have Chinese classes, mathematics classes, etc....

This resulted in many wizards having almost no common sense in life. Sean was here to build the prototype of a force, not to be a nanny.

Dave, the curled-winged demon with keen perception, is hanging upside down under the table. Dave can not only detect the "deliciousness" of the opponent's brain, but also use the biological instinct to judge the general strength of a wizard.

Sean also put a high-precision speculum in his pocket to ensure that the visitor did not have bad intentions.

Hugo Barbarossa handed in an answer that satisfied Sean.

"Congratulations, now you are a member of our Golden Dawn." Sean smiled and held out his hand.

Hugo shook hands with him enthusiastically, stretched his neck and said excitedly: "Thank you, thank you! Can I ask, will our club teach you the blue flame spell you cast that day?"

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