The man behind Hogwarts

"Fran, if you lose, you do somersaults."

Evelin heyed twice and licked her lips to make suggestions.

Fran's eyes widened and he stretched his neck. He thought he was hallucinating and asked, "You mean somersaults?"

Evelin nodded obediently.

She was overjoyed, but she suppressed a smile on her face and tried to maintain the etiquette of a noble.

She suddenly understood why William was smiling so happily on the train.

It’s really fun!

Fran thought for a moment and said, "What if you lose?"

Evelin said simply: “If I lose, I’ll tell you I’m sorry.”

"Why don't you somersault?"

Evelin stood up, her little leather boots making a sound when she stepped on the ground. She walked in front of the three of them and turned around in a circle. Her figure was charming, her long light blond hair was flowing, and the slightly curved ends of her hair were even more tense.

She said: "You want a lady like me to do somersaults?"

"Fran, you are also a noble. Are you so un-aristocratic?"

Fran almost got a mouthful of old blood.

William applauded: "It looks good, it looks so good."

Cedric couldn't help but applaud.

Seeing this, Evelin smiled softly.

Fran felt even more aggrieved and said loudly: "Hey, you two, what do you look good at? You don't care about me at all?"

William blinked and said, "Fran, you misunderstood. I didn't mean that Evelin is good-looking. I mean, if you do somersaults, you will definitely look good."

"You say so, Cedric."

Cedric: "..."

Fran looked at the serious expressions of the two of them and couldn't help but laugh.

He waved his hands and said, "Okay, okay, that's it. I won't lose anyway."

He knew Evelyn's background. She was from the Rozier family, which was older than his family. Her parents must have been stricter and would never let her come into contact with Muggle knowledge.

There's no way you can lose this one.

NEVER.

William carefully helped them put away the gambling books, "I will put them away for you, and we will reveal the secrets when the time comes."

......

After a little fooling around, the relationship between the four of them became more harmonious, without any restraint.

At this time Fran suggested: "Should we form a club?"

Inspired by F.A., he felt that forming clubs and societies would bring greater unity. At this moment, he completely forgot his identity and the nine brothers in his society.

Cedric said: "We are only in the second grade at most, so the school shouldn't allow it, right?"

Fran was embarrassed.

His idea was to do it secretly and not tell the school.

Evelin asked curiously: "Will forming a club make any difference?"

Fran: "If the school agrees, we can apply for a special activity venue from the school, and in the club, we can have more freedom, such as magic competition, and the teachers generally will not care about it."

Evelin pouted, "It doesn't seem to be of any benefit."

"Uh." Fran nodded reluctantly.

"And to form a club, we also have to think of a club name, and even design a club emblem, program, etc. It's quite troublesome..."

Unexpectedly, Evelin suddenly jumped up.

"Still doing this?"

Fran nodded blankly.

"This is so fun." Evelin clapped her palms and said excitedly: "Let's form a club. I'll come up with a name. I can also draw, and I can draw a badge."

There were black lines on Fran's forehead, and he couldn't keep up with her thinking.

William said nothing and looked at Cedric with a gesture.

Cedric nodded, "In that case, we can give it a try. Since Professor Snape is our supervisor, we can just ask him directly."

Evelin looked expectantly: "William?"

William's expression was solemn, then he smiled brightly and said, "I agree."

"Yeah!" Evelin jumped happily.

William said: "Let's decide these things for now. I'll go talk to Professor Snape about the club."

"The three of you go back and study the classification standards. Our arrangements are written in detail, and then we will officially start."

"Ok."

"Come on William." Evelin made a cheering gesture.

......

The next day, William found Professor Snape.

"Professor, regarding the next library classification matter, I contacted three classmates and planned to do it together."

Snape said indifferently: "Who are the other three people?"

"Evelyn is in the first grade, and Fran and Cedric are in the second grade."

After hearing this, Snape put down what he was doing.

His sinister gaze fell on William, looked at him carefully, and then said: "Do you still know Fran?"

William nodded: "I realized it by chance."

Snape was silent.

He once again saw William's amazing social skills.

He nodded: "Okay, these three people are pretty good and can do it with you."

"Thank you Professor Snape."

William continued: "We want to set up a club, but I don't know if it is possible."

"You generally have to be in third grade to join a club. You are only in first and second grade, and you want to set up one yourself? With all due respect, Mr. Sides, you should focus on the present and do the job at hand."

Snape's remarks were unkind.

He almost had the aura of scolding Harry Potter.

William said: "Since the school agrees to let us students do this, it means that the school has affirmed our ability."

"Besides, the club was only established to exchange library work."

“I think we’ve met all the requirements to start a club.”

Snape crossed his hands on his chest, and his aquiline nose was even sharper under his straight black hair.

He said coldly: "The meaning of the club is to make progress together. Do you think you can do it?"

"Okay." William replied briefly.

Snape looked at him without saying a word, but William smiled slightly and looked calm.

Snape asked: "How many books in the library have you read since the beginning of the year?"

William immediately said: "Nineteen books, professor."

"It hasn't been nineteen days since the school started. Do you mean to say that you at least read one book a day?"

"Yes."

Snape frowned suspiciously, "What are the names of these nineteen books?"

This question is obviously a bit difficult. Which normal person would remember the name of the book so clearly.

But William was not normal.

He immediately said: ""Exploration of Ancient Magic", "Important Magical Events of the Twentieth Century", "A Guide to Medieval Witchcraft", "Broken Ball: When Fate Is Bad"..."

Talk happily, as smoothly as running water.

Snape's expression grew serious.

In less than two minutes, William read out the titles of nineteen books without any lag.

Many of these books are relatively thin, but they are definitely knowledge that William is interested in.

He has never forgotten his system. It is very likely that he will be rewarded by the system again after reading a thousand books. Naturally, he will try his best to read as many books as possible without wronging himself.

Snape's expression seemed less gloomy.

He asked, "What is the last witchcraft in the Guide to Medieval Witchcraft?"

"Latent Image, Professor."