#111 - Clubs in Chilaw

After putting the clay figure into the fireplace, Munn didn't need to worry about the rest.

His roommates volunteered to take on the responsibility of watching over it, and they even arranged a shift schedule.

Ron said that the schedule was to prevent some people from using their clay figures as missile fireworks.

Munn naturally didn't refuse, although he didn't think the twins would do that.

But Ron, as their younger brother, should know his twin brothers better than he did.

During the firing process of the clay figure, Munn returned to his usual daily routine.

When he woke up in the morning, he found Harry asleep on the sofa in the common room.

This time slot should have been Harry's shift to watch over the clay figure.

Munn woke Harry up and told him to go back to the dormitory to sleep, while he sat down on the sofa in front of the fireplace.

"Oh, okay, I'll go back to sleep for two hours, thank you for your hard work."

Harry stood up from the sofa and stretched.

"It's okay, I need to read here anyway."

Watching Harry walk towards the dormitory in a daze, Munn took out his notebook.

《Growth Magic Modification Records》, 《Magic Potion Analysis Summary》.

Learning these two magics occupied all of Munn's time in the morning.

When Munn added two more pages to the Growth Magic Modification Records, his roommates woke up one after another.

At this time, Munn also put down his quill and prepared to go to breakfast with everyone.

Don't eat too much on Wednesday morning, this is a lesson Ron learned from vomiting time and time again.

Because after breakfast, they immediately had to endure the heavy garlic smell, which was difficult for some little wizards who didn't like garlic to adapt to.

Munn was the same, he only drank a little less than half a bowl of Hagrid's bubble cake in the morning.

Because Professor Quirrell only read from the book in class, and rarely punished students.

So most of the little wizards didn't have much awe for the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, and their attitude was more casual.

However, Munn recently discovered that Professor Quirrell seemed to be paying more attention to him.

During class, he could always notice that Professor Quirrell's strange eyes would always drift towards his location.

Munn was very sure that his feeling was not wrong.

After the class bell rang, Munn was once again stopped by Professor Quirrell.

His roommates, who were originally walking together, each showed a look of helplessness.

Munn stayed in the classroom helplessly, but he still deliberately kept a little distance from Quirrell.

"Mr. ... Mr. Scarlett, I ... I wonder, are ... are you interested in joining ...:::... joining my club."

"Defense Against the Dark Arts Club? Are you sure, Professor?"

Through Ron's introduction, Munn already had a basic understanding of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class at Hogwarts.

Ever since the mysterious man was rejected by Dumbledore, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professors at Hogwarts have basically been replaced every year.

And it is said that various strange accidents happen to each professor during their tenure.

In order to deal with various emergencies, the professors of this course simply did not have the energy to set up a Defense Against the Dark Arts Club.

"Of ... of course, although I may not have much time in class, but this ... this club is a pioneering thing, isn't it?"

When Quirrell spoke, he tried his best to maintain a kind smile.

However, Munn became even more suspicious of his stiff smile.

"Professor, that is to say, there is no one in your club now."

"No ... that's right, you will be the first member of the club."

Seeing Quirrell showing an expression that he was the only one for the job, Munn took two steps back directly.

"I'm very sorry, Professor, I don't think I have anything outstanding in Defense Against the Dark Arts. If you don't mind, then I'll leave first."

After nodding slightly to Quirrell, Munn quickly ran out of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

Although he didn't know why Quirrell would have such a strange idea, Munn was very sure that he had no interest in Defense Against the Dark Arts at all now.

Munn's understanding of dark magic was only some dangerous magical creatures described in textbooks.

Cornish Pixies, Grindylows, Werewolves...

These things that only had pictures and words made Munn's understanding of Defense Against the Dark Arts very ignorant.

Of course, the most important reason why Munn rejected Professor Quirrell was: he thought he couldn't learn anything from following Quirrell.

Although he hadn't been at Hogwarts for a long time, Munn gradually realized that if he wanted to learn magic and improve his strength, doing it was far more practical than reading.

After Munn left the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, Quirrell immediately showed a pleading expression.

"Mas ... Master..."

Quirrell had just shouted a word to the empty classroom when his body suddenly stiffened, and then he quickly ran back to the office on the second floor.

The Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office and classroom are connected together.

After Quirrell returned to the office along the white marble stairs, he slammed the door shut.

Then, as if he was not at ease, he took out his wand and tapped it several times in the office, as if he was casting some kind of defensive enchantment.

"You idiot, don't talk to me casually in the castle."

A second hoarse voice came from the empty room.

"So ... sorry, Master, I just didn't expect this student to be so disobedient."

"Hmph, little lion, it's normal to be rebellious."

"Then what should I do next?"

The office returned to silence, as if the owner of the hoarse voice was thinking about something?

After a while, the voice suddenly sounded again.

"I can feel that this little lion is very special, but the club is indeed easy to arouse suspicion, so let's abandon this approach for the time being and proceed according to the original plan."

After the hoarse voice finished speaking, it seemed to fall into a deep sleep.

Quirrell shouted a few more times pleadingly, but did not get any response.

Quirrell's club invitation was just a small episode for Munn, and he quickly forgot about it.

After Herbology class on Wednesday afternoon, Munn still came to the Potions classroom as usual.

Only two weeks had passed since the month-long detention, and according to the regulations, he had to come here every day to clean up.

Because he had only experimented with [Potion Analysis] yesterday, Munn had not fully summarized the failure experience.

So today Munn only used [Scouring Charm], and left after cleaning the classroom.

However, what Munn didn't know was that not long after he left the Potions classroom, a Potions professor in black robes also came here.

The Potions classroom is located on the first floor underground of the castle. When Munn came to the first floor along the stairs, Cedric happened to come out of the Herbology Club.

"It's good that you're here, look! These spores should be enough for us to experiment once."

Seeing Munn appear, Cedric immediately showed a smile, and then took out a full bottle of green powder.

"So much? It seems that the little mushrooms are growing very well!"

Munn carefully took the glass bottle and shook it gently and said.

"Of course, I also added a little dragon dung fertilizer to them according to your method. I didn't expect it to be so useful. Now new mushrooms are coming out of the soil every day."

"It's good if it's useful, but have you thought about what potion you want to make with them?"