The owl flew into the blue sky with a letter, quickly turned into a small black dot, and finally disappeared. Felix had a premonition that this would be a long journey.

In the last school year, he had several exchanges with Yuria, and roughly mentioned some of his real ideas, such as using newspapers to compete for public opinion positions, using systems to improve regulations, using pilot projects to accumulate experience, using powerful forces to protect themselves, and maintaining sufficient patience.

His new pen pal experience deserves his vigilance. If he is too hasty, he will be an enemy of the whole world. Although he is confident that he will not fall into the situation of Grindelwald, the inability to realize the blueprint in his heart is itself a failure, let alone putting the world into war.

If he had to describe Felix's mentality, he thought of a philosophical debate topic - Thehusseus paradox.

A Theseus ship that had been sailing on the sea for hundreds of years would be replaced as long as a wooden board rotted, and so on until every sampan and every cable on the ship were not the first ones. So was the ship that was finally produced or a completely different ship?

There are many other speculations that extend from this, but Felix is ​​not interested in the answers to the questions, especially not to discuss them with others. Because there is a unified feature of such questions, that is, there is no recognized standard of judgment, and everyone has different understandings of what is new, what is old, what is part, and what is whole.

His idea was more pragmatic. Felix was clearer that if the ship had not replaced the rotten boards and had not been repaired regularly, it would have never lasted for hundreds of years of bumps and corrosion, and there would have been no tormenting problems later.

The same goes for changing the Ship of Theseus to the Wizard's Ship.

Felix planned to be the one who kept changing the boards. As for who would be the philosopher who broke the casserole to the end, Felix smiled hurriedly, no matter how hard he was! He only hoped that the later this person would appear, the better. It would be better to wait until he knocked the wizard's ship from top to bottom, and the people on the ship were surprised to find out: Why is it different from the beginning?

"I just want to be a snowballer, saving time and effort... I have become a boat repairman now. What is Voldemort? The rats eating wooden boards and the mold that corrode the hull? Where is Dumbledore? Grindelwald was the last bad-tempered boat repairman who was forced to lay off, right?"

When Felix walked towards the ancient magical classroom, he hummed softly: "I am a boat repairman and have great repair skills~" He walked into the classroom happily and stood on the stage to teach the seventh-grade students.

"The professor looks in a good mood," Cedric whispered.

"Professor, do you have any good news to share?" Li Qiaodan raised his hand carelessly and asked.

"Ah," Felix said lazily, "there was one. Professor McGonagall invited me to participate in the student club assessment. I hadn't experienced it before, and I thought it must be fun."

"Is this thing in school?" Li Qiaodan asked blankly, "I remember when I set up the 'Big Voice' club, I only had to fill out a form, which was four years ago..."

"How many people are there in your club?" Cedric asked in a confused tone.

"I'm the only one." Li Qiaodan said.

"So you've never applied for an event venue?" Cedric took a light breath.

"without--"

"Are there any funds for the activity issued by the school?" Cedric stared at him with deep gray eyes.

Lee Jordan opened his mouth wide, including Fred and George.

"That's the key." Cedric concluded in a low voice.

"We seem to have missed something, George." Fred slowly came back to the taste.

"Yes, we didn't receive any news." George said unwillingly.

"Ahem," Felix cleared his throat, "It's normal for you not to understand. I asked Professor McGonagall before I knew that the relevant information will only be sent to the student groups that have registered their names in the student union... Okay, let's start class, and today we will learn a set of magical script circuits, suitable for all kinds of items that need fire protection, such as amulets, or building materials for houses and buildings..."

As soon as the bell rang, the twins rushed out of the classroom, turned down the stairs, ran to the bulletin board in the hall, and widened their eyes and scanned it.

"Sure enough, there is nothing on it." Fred said with a look of disappointment.

"Hi." Harry greeted a form, Ron and Hermione followed him, preparing for lunch.

Fred and George looked over fiercely, scaring the three of them.

"What's in your hand?" Fred asked.

"Uh--Professor McGonagall's form is said to be related to the front-line observation station, review, assessment, etc., I haven't read it carefully yet." Harry said vaguely.

Fred suddenly jumped over, put his hand on Harry's shoulder, and spread the parchment Harry was holding in the other hand. George's movements were so synced. The two of them clamped Harry in the middle, one left and one right, causing Harry to continue to protest.

There is only a short line of words on the paper: "I am inviting the student club of the student union - the Frontline Observation Station to participate in the professor's review. Those who pass it will receive a corresponding venue, equipment and activity funds provided by the school. Please prepare relevant information in advance."

Below is a string of material names. Fred looks at it briefly, which roughly includes the purpose of the club, scope of activities, and the list of existing members.

After reading it, Fred sighed.

"George, we must not miss it, this is our only chance to leave the name of the 'Prank League' in the prize showroom."

"Prank League?" Harry asked in surprise, "Why haven't you heard of it?"

"Just established just now," Fred said immediately.

"When did you become model Percy?" Ron deliberately pretended to be surprised and circled around them.

Fred shook his finger, "Oh, Ronnie, we are different from Percy, it's just a step in our grand plan," he said in a low voice: "George and I are trying every means to leave more traces at school-"

"Yes," George squeezed his eyes at them. "We drew a map of the Black Lake, buried 72 secret treasures, and ventured into Felch's office to copy our banned materials over the years..."

Ron swallowed and looked at him in awe.

"...Leave it to Marfalda." George said gasping.

"For whom?" Harry was shocked and almost threw Fred and George out.

"Mafalda." Fred rubbed his shoulders and said, "I have to admit that our relative is a genius. She has recently opened up a new business and specialized in helping people write biography."

The expressions of Harry, Ron and Hermione were frozen, as if they were petrified.

"Think about it," George finally patted Ron on the shoulder, "sneaking the biography with our glorious history into the library, waiting for someone to discover..."

Hermione snorted softly, "I think you want to train a few more students to inherit your prank career."

"You said it." Fred smiled happily.

"This is our dream." George nodded.

They left with a tap.

"Do you know what I thought of?" Harry said gritting his teeth.

Ron and Hermione looked at him, "Ridel's diary," Harry said weirdly, "they knew that the map of the live spots would definitely make similar arrangements to guide the mischievous students to find the treasure they laid..."

After lunch, Felix appeared in the faculty lounge. Professor McGonagall was here as expected. She looked very busy, with a stack of documents piled up on her temporary desk.

There was another person in the staff lounge, Cathbert Bins, a professor of magic history. He seemed to be asleep, and the ghost was lying on a transparent chair, making panting snoring sounds.

Professor McGonagall raised his head and pushed his glasses, "Is the news coming out?"

"Everything you should know," Felix pulled a chair from the side and sat down. "With those loudspeakers here, this matter will soon become an open secret, and those who sign up will probably be overcrowded..."

Professor McGonagall smiled slightly, then tightened his lips, "Will it work?"

Felix shrugged.

"Some things are better than not. We don't want to see students at Slytherin Academy being isolated because of the Wizard War. One foreseeable trouble can be less than one. After trying at the Magic Wen Club, it's time to promote it to the school."

“So you suggest each club contains at least two members of the academy?”

Felix nodded, "I agree that Hogwarts will divide the young wizard into different academies, which brings one benefit: freshmen can immediately develop a sense of belonging as soon as they enter the school, and will naturally develop a sense of competition. But the branch should also cooperate afterwards, so that the cohesion of the four academies will be increased."

Professor McGonagall showed an undisguised smile.

After a while, her sharp eyes looked at Professor Bins and the chairs he was lying on was from behind the round glasses. She might have seen them as a whole, like a weird ghost chair, and the feet that poked out from the chair seemed to be about to reach into the fireplace.

"Can you take out the things in Classroom 7?" Professor McGonagall asked softly.

Felix thought for a while, "The students will definitely not be able to bring them out. But ghosts are special. Didn't they get food to the auditorium last Easter? I guess they can last for a while..." He didn't pay attention to the ghost group in the castle, there were only two who really cared about, and they had already walked bravely.

Since Classroom 7 was opened to students, everything inside has been left to several memory management.

In the next two days, as Felix expected, various clubs had become new topic centers. The students began to inquire about the details. After learning about the first step of the activity - as long as three people were found, they could report to the student union, they were ready to move. When someone got the student union's approval letter and assessment sheet under the nose of the student union, they finally couldn't help but start to act.

Especially when Ron unconsciously said: "If I set up a music appreciation club, can I apply for a magic gramophone?"

As soon as these words came out, the sky was shocked.

Soon a student put it into practice, and what was even more outrageous was that he succeeded. So various clubs sprung up like mushrooms after a rain.

Of course, Felix knew that when the enthusiasm subsided, most clubs would become unwilling and would be automatically abolished next year. But he was also very sure that there would definitely be clubs to stay, and each club is equivalent to a small magical club, serving as a bridge to the four major academies.

Felix was quite satisfied with borrowing the original school system and changing it slightly to achieve his goal. He, as a boat repairman, replaced the next wooden board.

If time is extended, what will Hogwarts eventually become? Felix believes that time will brew everything.

The only hard work was the two male and female student union presidents, who had to review all kinds of weird clubs. Although they understood Professor McGonagall's hints and slightly relaxed the review standards, they were still frightened by the more outrageous things.

"Prank Alliance? What is this?" The president of the boys' student union looked shocked.

The president of the Student Union of the Girls came over and took a look, and said angrily: "I knew it was the twins from the Weasley family! I caught them digging holes everywhere in the school two days ago!"

"What should I do?"

"Discount! Alas, forget it, let them change their names." The president of the female student union thought for a while, "We can't let both of us suffer. I'll call a few helpers..."

...

Ron and Hermione were still a little confused when they were called over, but they were even more confused when they saw Malfoy. Then, the two student union presidents brought in a thick stack of information and said to the chiefs of the four colleges: "Each person is responsible for part of it, and strive to complete the review today."

Malfoy frowned and looked at the empty-handed president of the Student Union, "What about you?"

"We are responsible for the final check." The president of the boys' student union said for granted.

"Be careful not to have a college name, no discriminatory terms, no induce violations, no names like prank alliances should be thought of!" said the president of the female student union.

When the work was divided, the time spent quickly became more than one-tenth. After almost one night of busyness, all the review work was finally over.

On the weekend, a huge piece of parchment was pasted on the bulletin board in the foyer, and four sets of magic lamps shine the parchment paper.

A group of students surrounded the bottom.

“Here is announced:
To be continued...