Chapter 109
Percy was very surprised. When did Hogwarts have such a place?
Inviting everyone in, stars were shining in the room, and John said with a sincere expression: "Star Club welcomes all friends. We pursue glory and help friends. We are not relatives, but we are better than relatives. We seek strength and share strength."
His eyes slowly swept over everyone, and John's voice was high-pitched, "The stars are eternal and remain unchanged from the beginning of time."
"Are you willing to join the Star Club?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Heinrich stepped out without hesitation, lowered his arrogant head, and said with enthusiasm on his face: "Heinrich Edgar, I am willing to join."
After he finished speaking, Daphne walked out gracefully, with seriousness in her voice, and said softly: "Daphne Greengrass, I am willing to join."
Not to be outdone, Malfoy also came out, put his right hand on his chest, and said seriously: "Draco Malfoy, willing to join!"
Of the remaining three, there were two Gryffindors and one Hufflepuff.
Percy finally understood John's purpose. Such ambition made Percy's eyes flash with a bright light.
He walked out with the Student Council President's badge on his chest, which he treasured. He took off the badge, saluted like Malfoy, and said, "Percy Weasley, would like to join."
"I knew you wouldn't be that simple."
Cedric muttered something, and after walking out, he said with a smile: "Cedric Diggory, willing to join."
Now only Neville was left. John turned his eyes to him and asked softly without forcing him: "Neville, I won't force you."
After Neville hesitated for a while, he took a step forward. His face had become thinner and his height had grown a lot due to the exercise. He said loudly: "Neville Longbottom, I am willing to join!"
The six of them lowered their heads, and John raised his hand to point to the dome.
Six stars fell from the starry sky and turned into six shining badges.
The badge seemed to have a starry sky inside, dotted with purple crystals.
John placed a badge on each of them, officially completing the ceremony.
Looking at the six people in front of him, John said silently: "Finally, we have taken a step forward."
When the six people grow up, even if the Society of Stars is not as big as the Order of the Phoenix, it will definitely be a force that can shake up the magic world.
Clicking on the table, seven golden cups appeared on the table.
Flying to several people respectively.
John picked it up and felt proud.
It's like the heroes in Shuibo Liangshan, making blood alliances, eating meat and drinking wine.
He was going to finish it off in one gulp, and then throw the cup in a domineering manner.
As soon as he picked it up, Percy frowned and said, "Students are not allowed to drink."
"Ahem...this is pumpkin juice."
John almost choked, and said with a somewhat embarrassed look on his face: "I didn't get any wine at school, and the house elves in the kitchen wouldn't give it to me."
People who were still immersed in the atmosphere just now laughed out loud when they saw this scene.
The seven people drank the toast and the Star Club was officially established.
In this humble corner, John's lineage was officially born.
It's a pity that Furong is not here, otherwise the Star Club would be together.
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There are various clubs in the school, but they are all founded by professors. For example, the Star Club founded by John himself is limited to seven people.
After joining the Star Club, Malfoy's walking posture became even more arrogant.
He took the step of disowning his relatives, and even looked at Neville with pleasure.
Because John said that when you join the Star Club, no matter what happened before or what your family is, the Star Club is the closest group of people.
Malfoy, who was originally a little resistant to Weasley and Longbottom, had no objection after hearing John's words again.
"Percy is the student council president. Although Neville seems to be submissive, he will have no problem beating you to death."
Malfoy refused to accept it, but after being nearly killed by Neville swinging his sword, he gave in.
Strength comes first.
In the past, Malfoy would never admit these two people. Now, who would let the two people's power be greater than his own.
I thought I would be in the top three, but no matter how bad I was, I would still be in the top five.
However, the facts told him that he was at the bottom.
Even Daphne and Neville were stronger than him, let alone Heinrich and the others.
"What a close call, I'm in seventh place."
Malfoy said happily, John glanced at him and sneered: "What are you thinking, you are eighth."
This dumbfounded Malfoy, and John told him that there was another member in Beauxbatons.
So Malfoy won the eighth place. If new members are added, I don't know.
"Work hard, kid."
Patting the dull Malfoy on the shoulder meaningfully, John would not say that he was once almost your godfather.
If Malfoy doesn't work hard, how can a father feel at ease?
When I first deceived Lucius, I was bragging to death, but now that I can't get on the stage, it's not a slap in the face.
"You will double your training in the future. When you can defeat Neville, you won't need to train anymore."
Painting the pie has always been an essential skill for leaders. John said seriously: "I have high hopes for you."
These words made Malfoy's blood boil, as if he had been injected with blood, but he didn't know that almost everyone had heard it.
No, Percy didn't.
John told him that Barty Crouch was going to hire an assistant, and he almost took off with joy.
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Chapter 126 Crookshanks and Gouzi
The scream was enough to penetrate the eardrums. On the Dementor's body, a layer of something as thin as light smoke seemed to be grabbed and torn apart by big hands.
John was focused like never before. The wand in his hand was like a scalpel, manipulating it to peel off the dementors bit by bit.
The magic crystal hanging around his neck shimmered, and when John accidentally exerted too much force, the third dementor died.
Wiping the sweat from his forehead, John's brows did not relax.
He didn't understand why he couldn't even control every bit of magic power precisely.
"It is impossible to read the dementors' thoughts. We can only distinguish them by the size of their screams."
Taking off his earplugs expressionlessly, John tapped his fingers on the cupboard.
The Boggart inside didn't dare to make a sound. It huddled in the cupboard as if dead.
John glanced at the newly added shelf for reagents. A bottle of something with a black smoke-like substance was placed there.
This is what he tried his best to extract from the Boggart, which can be said to be blood.
There was no solid matter floating, and the black smoke was moving aimlessly in the reagent.
This kind of thing reminded John of another creature in the magical world.
Obscurus.
Next to it, there are also exquisite pieces containing varying amounts of floating silver threads.
These things look very pure and sacred.
"Is this the dementor's undigested soul, or its own soul?"
After thinking for a moment, John put on his gloves and used his wand to pick out the silver wire inside.
This thing looked just like what came out of Nagini. John grabbed it but there was no call.
He stared at the silver wire and a crazy idea came to his mind.
"The soul is back."
The wand pointed at his brain, and the silver wire went in along John's ears.
Suddenly, everything in John's eyes changed.
He was unable to move, and a wizard with long black hair appeared in front of him.
His expression was cold, as if he were looking at an ant.
With a flick of the wand, John felt as if his body was being struck to pieces, bones shattered, and skin peeled off inch by inch.
The scream reached his lips and John whimpered.
It turned out that the tongue had been cut off long ago, and the veins were bulging near the eye sockets.
John couldn't escape, his face was ferocious, and there were many people imprisoned like him here.
Resentment began to spread in John's mind, and eventually it overflowed and gathered throughout the room.
John's eyes widened during the long torture.
Finally everything disappeared and he returned to the secret room.
Breathing heavily, everything John experienced was extremely real. Looking at the time, half an hour had passed.
"It is really too dangerous to implant the soul into the body."
Slumping down with lingering fear, John closed his eyes tightly and waited for a while before he recovered.
The table in front has clear fingerprints on the edge.
It can be seen how much pain John was in just now.
"We have to find another way in the future."
John's fingers were bleeding and he cast a spell on himself to stop the bleeding.
But this didn't seem to be without benefits. After John had a good sleep, he felt much more energetic.
"what happened?"
Looking at the book in amazement, John has not yet turned on the academic master mode, but he can read ten lines at a glance.
This surprised him very much, and he immediately thought of a possibility, and murmured: "Is it because of that soul fragment?"
Can putting soul fragments into your brain increase your mental power?
John felt that this was what the dark wizard did, and he was a good person.
This state lasted for an hour, and it seemed that there was a time limit.
"If it were made into a drug, it could probably be said to be a stimulant in the magic world."
When John walked out of the classroom after class, he still missed that feeling.
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On Halloween, the Slytherin common room erupted with joyful laughter.
Daphne reluctantly said goodbye to her sister Astoria, and Malfoy and his followers vowed to go drinking.
After handing Filch permission to go to Hogsmeade, John saw Harry begging Professor McGonagall.
"Please Professor McGonagall, my aunt and uncle just... uh... forgot to sign the form."
Professor McGonagall had a businesslike look on her face and said solemnly: "I'm afraid not, Potter. You should have heard what I said. You can't go to Hogsmeade without a sign."
In fact, Professor McGonagall didn't want Harry to go out. The little wizards didn't know, but Professor McGonagall knew that Sirius was outside looking for Harry.
Although Hogsmeade is an all-wizard village, that was Sirius, a ruthless character whose spell blew up a whole street.
So Professor McGonagall didn't let up at all, which made Harry lose his mind.
John raised his eyebrows, no, could it be that what he said to Dursley last time fell on deaf ears?
Damn it, it's hard to persuade anyone with good words. If Harry turns black one day, Dursley will be the first to die.
