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Chapter 551: Spell Study Society
“Midnight Society? That’s the original name of the old Student Society, isn’t it?” Harry asked. “What do you think they’re about?”
“Obviously, they’re just like us—studying how to learn magic!” Michael said dismissively.
Padma wrinkled her nose. “It’s absurd that this kind of society didn’t survive, while something like the Gobstone Club has been around for years. What do you think, Hermione?”
Hermione stroked her chin thoughtfully. “Starting a society… actually, that doesn’t sound like a bad idea.”
“What kind of society?” Padma pressed. “Are you planning to start one?”
“Why not? It’s completely reasonable,” Hermione said slowly. “Class oppression is the root of social inequality. Even house-elves deserve equal human rights. Slave labor is absolutely wrong—unacceptable!”
“What’s unacceptable?” Hermione’s voice dropped low. Padma didn’t catch it and repeated the question.
Suddenly, Hermione seized Padma’s hand, eyes gleaming with excitement. “Padma, if I start a new society, you’d definitely join, right?”
Her expression was one of someone who’d finally found their life’s purpose—but the sudden intensity made Padma flinch. She managed a weak, “…Uh?”
At that moment, Wade finished examining the wooden plaque and gripped the copper handle, pulling open the door.
A wave of herbal scent—strong with the aroma of magical cleaning agents—washed over them. The classroom had just been cleaned, and the air felt slightly damp.
Though the room had a blackboard, there were no desks or chairs. Instead, a ring of practice dummies lined the walls, likely for spellcasting drills.
Already, quite a few people had arrived. Hearing the door open, all turned to look.
The crowd wasn’t just Ravenclaw students—Gryffindors, Hufflepuffs, and even a few Slytherins were present. Still, the Serpents were the least represented. Among them, only Daphne, dragged by her younger sister, stood near the Horn, her expression rigid, radiating an unmistakable “keep away” aura.
Seeing the packed room, several people trailing behind Wade instinctively froze, visibly nervous.
“So many people?” Harry swallowed hard, whispering, “I thought it’d be at most a dozen or so.”
The room looked full of forty or fifty students.
“Looks like more people want to learn spells than we thought,” Michael mused, scratching his chin. “Maybe they’re all planning to join the league after mastering these spells?”
“That means Wade’s basically training his future rivals,” Padma muttered, forgetting Hermione’s earlier comment about starting a society.
After a brief pause, Wade resumed walking forward. Everyone’s eyes followed him.
Students who’d managed to skip their rest time to arrive here naturally respected Wade’s magical ability. No one questioned him, or dared challenge him recklessly.
If anything, it was the students present who seemed more anxious—fidgeting, one adjusting their collar, another smoothing out wrinkles in their robes, and yet another unconsciously turning away from Wade’s line of sight.
Anthony hurried over, grinning. “You’re here! We’ve all been waiting for you, Wade.”
He leaned in, whispering, “These Slytherin classmates helped set up the room. If you spend some time with them, you’ll see not every Slytherin is as unpleasant as they seem.”
Wade said nothing.
In truth, he had no real issue with Slytherin as a whole. His problem was always with specific actions—never the entire house.
But at Hogwarts, any behavior was so easily labeled by House affiliation. Even if things had improved over the past couple of years, the long-standing animosity and prejudice were hard to erase.
Wade gave Anthony a slight nod, then pushed through the crowd and stepped onto the raised platform at the front—the same kind of dais found in ordinary classrooms.
He turned to face the gathered students.
All eyes were on him. From this vantage point, the faces in the crowd blurred into indistinct shapes—but the light in their eyes stood out vividly.
“Good evening, everyone,” Wade said, keeping his tone calm. “Though we come from different Houses, different years, here, I believe everyone shares the same goal—”
“To master more magical knowledge, improve our practical spellcasting skills, and in the upcoming Magic School League, bring victory and honor to Hogwarts—and to ourselves!”
“In the Spell Study Society, our focus will be on practical spells—Shield Charm, Disarming Charm, Healing Charm, Stunning Spell, Repulsion Charm… No matter whether these spells are beyond your current level, they are all key points we’ll be learning.”
“But before we begin, we must establish a few rules. Anyone who can’t abide by them may leave now. And anyone who breaks the rules… I’ll ask them to leave.”
Wade scanned the room, paused, and when no one spoke up, continued in a clear, unyielding voice:
“First: No spellcasting at another student without permission. No harmful or insulting spells—this includes pranks during others’ practice.”
His gaze swept over the Weasley Twins, who both gaped in exaggerated disbelief—comically shocked, yet somehow fitting.
A few chuckles rippled through the crowd, then died down instantly.
“Second: There are no Houses here. You may be paired with anyone to practice. If you can’t accept this, complain, resort to passive resistance, or argue, fight, or harbor ill will during practice—sorry, I’ll have to ask you to leave.”
Some students looked like they wanted to protest, but when Wade’s eyes swept over them, they closed their mouths.
Wade decided to deliver the rest of the rules all at once:
“Third: Those who’ve already mastered a spell are expected to help others practice—just as I’m willing to help you. No exceptions based on House or year.”
“Fourth: If anyone has questions about my spell instruction, or believes there’s a better way to learn, feel free to discuss it privately with me. But interrupting my demonstration is not allowed.”
“Fifth: The Spell Study Society is not mandatory. If you no longer wish to continue, you may leave at any time. And if you weren’t here today, you’re still welcome to join. But anyone who steps into this room must follow my rules.”
“Any questions?”
He swept his gaze across the room, his eyes carrying a quiet power that seemed to still the very air.
Everyone straightened their backs unconsciously, breathing lighter, slower—caught in the weight of his presence.
(End of Chapter)
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