Chapter 868 Magic Contract

But Harry was pretty sure that Mrs. McGonagall wouldn't be so helpful this time, and even though Hermione had said that study groups were allowed, he had a gut feeling that this group might be considered treacherous.

Fan Lin was thinking between the Shrieking Shack or the Room of Requirement. There is no doubt that Umbridge's control over Hogwarts is rising sharply now. If such a blockage is exposed in front of her, she will definitely be judged. For Dumbledore's Army.

Unnecessary trouble should be avoided if possible. It is not so much that Dumbledore is not ready to completely fall out with the Ministry of Magic, but that they have no ability to force Voldemort to show up now. Fan Lin has not heard from Trevor for a long time. New news, this old bat's plan seems to be in vain.

"Okay, then, we'll try to find a place," Hermione replied. "We will send a notice to everyone when we decide the time and place of the first gathering." She took out a piece of parchment and a quill from her bag, and then hesitated for a while, as if to As if mustering up the courage to speak. "I-I think everyone should put their names down here so we know who's coming. I also think," she took a deep breath, "that each of us should promise not to spread the word about what we're doing here. "So if you sign, you won't tell Umbridge or anyone else what we're doing."

"And, I want to add something." Fan Lin said, taking the parchment in Hermione's hand with one hand, and with a little magic stimulation, dense blue runes appeared on the parchment.

"In fact, in order to ensure safety, I have turned this guarantee letter into a magic contract. This can ensure that the person who agrees is safe enough. Even if it is veritaserum, the magic on the contract can temporarily seal your memory. , a very complete Occlumency technique." Fan Lin glanced around and said calmly, "Of course, there is nothing to say to the betrayer. This is not a war, so there is no need to be cruel. Means, however, if someone breaks the rules, it is necessary to become crazy for a few days and then be remembered clearly, and I guarantee that this effect will definitely be activated when you say the first word, magic It will reflect your truest thoughts, so until now, it’s up to you to decide whether to sign or not.”

Everyone's expressions changed. They had never experienced magic contracts or anything like that.

"Of course, this is a routine method in business." Fred said, taking the first step in taking the parchment and signing it happily.

This seems like a good start.

Although no one stood up to object, Fanlin still noticed that some people were reluctant to write down their names.

But this doesn't matter to Fan Lin. As long as the name is written down, the magic power will tell them what choice they should make.

"Well..." Justin said slowly, not taking the parchment that George wanted to hand him, "Well... I think Ernie will tell me when the party will be." But Ernie also looked hesitant. Do you want a signature? Hermione looked at him with raised eyebrows.

"I - well, we are prefects," Ernie blurted out, "If this parchment is leaked... Well, I mean... tell me, if Umbridge finds this..."

"You just said this group was the most important thing you were going to do this year," Harry reminded him.

"I...yes," Ernie said, "Yes, I do think so, it's just..."

"Ernie, do you really think I'm going to let this list get out?" Hermione said angrily.

"No, no, of course not," Ernie said, looking less anxious. "I...yes, of course I will sign." No one raised any objections after Ernie. Although Harry saw Qiu's friend giving him a very reproachful look before signing, Harry could still tell, most of them His eyes still fell on Fan Lin, and he had to admit that this was also a threat. Whether it was the contract between the waves or the power Fan Lin showed in fighting again and again, the people present had no reason to refuse.

Apart from a few familiar friends, Luna signed the contract the fastest.

Luna didn't pause at all, and stood directly in front of Fan Lin, "Can you really see Ye Qi?"

"I can feel it." Fan Lin touched his nose. Fan Lin really couldn't lie to Luna's question.

"Oh, well, you should teach her how to observe..."

"who?"

Luna pointed at Hermione, ignoring Hermione's surprise and Fan Lin's wry smile, and turned around and returned to the team.

"What's going on? You know her very well?"

…

After the last person in line... Angelina... signed, Hermione took the parchment back and carefully stuffed it into her bag.

Now this group of people had a very strange feeling, as if they had just signed an agreement and then boarded a pirate ship. There had never been a student club that required a magic contract.

Don't worry about the weirdness. Anyway, there is no way to change the established facts.

"Okay, no more wasting time," Fred stood up energetically, "George, Lee and I still have some things to buy, see you later."

The rest of the people also left in twos and threes.

Qiu spent a lot of time tying her bag strap before leaving, her long curtain-like hair hanging in front to block her face, but her friend stood beside her, arms folded in front of her chest, urging He wanted her, so Qiu had no choice but to go with her. Cho turned back and waved to Harry as her friend dragged her to the door.

"Well, I guess it went well this time," Hermione said happily when she, Van Lin, Harry and Ron walked out of the pig's head into the bright sunshine a few minutes later.

Harry and Ron grabbed their butterbeers.

Uh...the cup is from the Pig Head Bar...

I hope Mr. Dumbledore doesn't mind...

"That Henrietta guy is a nuisance," said Ron, glaring at the vague outline of Emily in the distance.

"I don't really like him either," said Hermione, "but he happened to hear me talking to Ernie and Hannah at the Hufflepuff table, and he looked very keen to come, so what can I say? ? And it's true that the more people the better - I mean, Michael Corner and his friends wouldn't have come, if he hadn't gone out with Ginny -"

Ron was drinking the last drops of his butterbeer when he choked and spat out the beer.

"What?" Ron looked at Hermione in disbelief, "What did you just say?" (To be continued)