Golden Dawn

The conversation between the two was just a minor interlude. After Daisy returned, the group got back to revising the rules and regulations of the new club.

After a considerable amount of time, the general rules were finally written on parchment. Sean stretched, and now he missed his father terribly.

Like Hogwarts, Newmontgard does not allow the use of electronic devices; otherwise, Mr. Wallop could simply make a phone call and immediately arrange for a professional team to formulate all the rules for him.

"Alright, that's about it..." Hermione carefully examined the contents of the parchment, then turned to Sean. "Sean, have you decided on a name for the club?"

"Oh, you know, I've never been very good at naming things," Sean said, shrugging helplessly.

"But the club should at least have a name."

Sean frowned and thought for a long time before tentatively suggesting, "How about calling it ' Golden Dawn '?"

"Does it mean anything?" Daisy asked curiously.

"It doesn't mean anything. I just came up with it on a whim. As long as it sounds impressive, that's fine," Sean said honestly.

Hermione and Daisy exchanged a glance.

"It does sound quite high-end?"

Sean always has a knack for bluffing people.

In fact, Sean had simply dredged up the name from his past memories, and he had forgotten its exact origin.

And just like that, the club name was decided in a few minutes, and Sean didn't care—he could always change it later!

Anyway, he doesn't need to make his Magic Club one of the world's top 500 companies, so he doesn't care about the first impression his name gives people.

On Saturday, a new membership recruitment notice appeared on the club section of the bulletin board on the first floor of Newmontgard Castle.

"Golden Dawn Magic Club— " a Newmontgard student read aloud from the notice board, "This is the one founded by that Sean Wallerup?"

"It should be. We're not like Hogwarts. The Magic Club has very strict vetting processes—it just so happens that the other contestants didn't perform well in the competition, Wallerup is a Dragon Speaker, and Professor Grindelwald likes all kinds of talented wizards. He doesn't really care about the school's boundaries..."

"Look at the slogan—tsk, it's quite different from everyone else's..."

A student read aloud the slogan on the parchment: ' The Golden Dawn Magic Club —a comprehensive magical academic exchange club. The president is deeply versed in advanced magical knowledge and firmly believes that practice is the sole criterion for testing truth. The Golden Dawn Magic Club mainly teaches obscure spells, practical dueling techniques, one hundred ways to hide, how to escape when you can't win, and how to bargain when you can't escape, helping you gain an advantage when facing Dark Wizard ...'—This slogan looks...hmm, it's different from other clubs...

Another person glanced at the recruitment notices of other clubs. "Look at what others are saying—'When Transfiguration Enters Life,' 'My First Half of Life with Ancient Runes '..."

"Hey, look below!" an older student exclaimed, clutching a copy of "An Introduction to the Habits of Hungarian Horntail." The page read, "'Grand Opening Celebration of the Golden Dawn Magic Club! The first fifty members to pass the membership review will receive personal instruction from the president—detailed knowledge of Fire Dragon and one hundred effective methods to deal with Fire Dragon!'"

The students of Newmontgard exchanged glances, all seeing the burning desire in each other's eyes.

Fire Dragon are not like the ubiquitous Flobberworm; due to their terrifying danger, existing textbooks have very limited research on Fire Dragon.

Professor Grindelwald's assignment on the Fire Dragon paper left everyone groaning. Recently, all the books about Fire Dragon in the library had been checked out, but the students were devastated to find that, after removing the overlapping parts, the information in those books was simply a pipe dream to reach the two feet required by Grindelwald.

The problem is that they don't know enough about Fire Dragon. If they make up stories and submit them, it will be even worse if they are found out. In Newmontgard, ignorance is called weakness, but pretending to know what you don't know is true stupidity.

Sean's performance that day had already been seen by everyone—he could speak dragon language and communicate with Fire Dragon!

Even before Grindelwald's speech at the dinner party that day, many people had already set their sights on Sean.

Although the other party comes from the rival school Hogwarts and has done a lot of things that have made the people of Newmontgard lose face recently, Professor Grindelwald has allowed the other party to open Magic Club. If I join it and secretly ask some questions about Fire Dragon, it doesn't count as betraying the enemy, right?

Most people in the crowd had this thought, and several students had already quietly retreated to the periphery of the crowd.

"Absurd—" A slightly shrill voice rang out. It belonged to a seventh-grade boy with medium-length, light brown hair, impeccably dressed in his uniform, a gemstone brooch on his vest lapel, and an annoyingly arrogant air about him.

If Sean and the Weasley brothers were here, they would definitely recognize each other: Fabian Aiken, the guy who did the dirty work on the twins.

Sean had prepared a revenge plan, but Fabian Aiken failed to reach the finals at the last Newmontgard Day for some reason, which left Sean somewhat disappointed.

Of course, he had already promised Fred and George, so he certainly wouldn't give up so easily; Sean was just waiting for an opportunity.

Back in front of the notice board in the first-floor corridor, Fabian Aiken crossed his arms and pushed through the crowd as he walked out.

He glanced at the Golden Dawn recruitment notice with disgust, then turned to look at the crowd.

"Don't tell me someone wants to side with Newmontgard's enemies?"

Aiken's voice was cold as he surveyed the crowd with a somber expression.

"Aiken, don't try to intimidate us with your annoying attitude in your own little group—" A tall boy with a dressing on his face and a cast on his right hand frowned.

"Pena, you came back to class before your injuries had healed?" Aiken sneered. "Ha—you were wiped out by a juvenile Fire Dragon, and then a second-year student from another school easily tamed that guy. If I were you, I would definitely be too embarrassed to speak loudly right now."

"What's so hard about admitting you're not as skilled?" Pena said frankly. "At least I faced the Fire Dragon head-on. How come I didn't even see you in the finals?"

"I have no interest in children's playhouse, Pena. You don't actually think you're the best student in seventh grade, do you?"

"Whether it's me or not, I don't know, but it's definitely not you."

"Hmm, want to give it a try?"

The two were at loggerheads, neither willing to give in, clearly indicating a long-standing grudge.

At this moment, another student said, "Aiken, Professor Grindelwald approved Wallerup's club. Are you questioning him?"

"That's because Professor Grindelwald is the headmaster of Newmontgard. Even if he hates Hogwarts, he'll set a good example," Aiken said without even turning to look at the man. "You think what you see is the truth? Idiot, use your brain!"

"If it weren't for these useless guys—" Aiken glanced at Pena, "Professor Grindelwald wouldn't have to be so generous to Mudblood from another school."

"You..." Many people's faces suddenly turned ugly.

Fabian Aiken raised an eyebrow. Although he didn't know Grindelwald's true intentions, he could still interpret it this way: Mr. Grindelwald wouldn't concern himself with these petty squabbles on campus.

As the leader of the radical student faction in Newmontgard, Fabian Aiken could tolerate other things, but a Mudblood opening Magic Club and recruiting students in this castle?

Funny!

His father was a sponsor of the French Wizarding Rights Protection Association. When he was in fifth grade, his father taught him that school is a small society, so you should win over those who are worth winning over, and suppress those who are absolutely untrustworthy!

Just like in Newmontgard now, the Radicals that Aiken belongs to is one of the largest student forces in the entire school, while none of the other major forces have leaders who are Half-blood or Mudblood; they are all Pure-blood.

Aiken has always adhered to the principles his father taught him, just like the true principles of the French Wizarding Rights Protection Association —wizards are superior, but Pure-blood Wizard are even more noble!

In the process of liberating the rights of wizards, Mudblood are completely untrustworthy.

Aiken had already inquired about Sean Wallerup's background; both his parents were stupid Muggle —there was no point in trying to win over someone like that, no matter how talented he was.

The Magic Club founded by such a person has no value whatsoever in joining, and he would not allow a force led by Mudblood to grow and expand in Newmontgard.

Aiken glanced coldly at the others. "Don't disappoint me, friends—"

After saying that, he smiled again, "By the way, I sent an owl to deliver a letter yesterday. My father happens to know some senior wizards who have dealt with Fire Dragon for decades. Some information that has never appeared on the market will soon be delivered to me. Haha, feel free to come to me if you need anything. Shouldn't classmates help each other?"

Then, Fabian Aiken left the scene with a few people.

Those who were originally eager to try their luck with the Golden Dawn now hesitated.

Fabian Aiken's meaning was clear: you can get detailed information about the Fire Dragon without joining the Golden Dawn —of course, you can get it after joining, but Aiken will definitely target it later.

Inside the Golden Dawn Club classroom, Sean, Hermione, and Daisy sat listlessly at a long table.

Sean kept turning a piece of parchment in front of him into a ray, and whenever the ray became too weak to swim, he would turn it back into a ray, in order to practice his Transfiguration.

Hermione puffed out her cheeks and looked towards the classroom door, where confetti was constantly rising and falling—a trick of hers. Since it was a newly established club, there should be some lively atmosphere, right?

Of course, the classroom won't be lively right now. Many Hogwarts students have already joined the club through back channels, and today's event is mainly for recruiting students from Newmontgard.

However, the recruitment notice had been posted on the bulletin board for quite some time, and not a single person had shown up at the door, which made Hermione a little unhappy.

She was determined to help Sean manage the new club well, but the current situation has greatly dampened her enthusiasm.

"How come there's no one here..." Hermione muttered, glancing at Sean beside her. "Stop messing with that fish... no, stop messing with that parchment. Sean, aren't you worried?"

"What's the rush?" Sean shrugged nonchalantly. This time, he had turned the parchment into a shield, with the Hogwarts emblem on top and the Newmontgard emblem on the bottom.

"Ha—what do you think the two headmasters will think when they see this shield?" Sean said with a laugh.

"It's not going to be a good mood anyway," Hermione said irritably. "Sean, this is your club!"

"Alright, alright, what's the rush?" Sean put away his wand and leaned back leisurely in his chair. "Isn't this normal? I'm a Hogwarts student, only a second-year student, and besides, there are definitely many people in Newmontgard who don't like me. It's normal for no one to be interested in me—doesn't that fit our selection criteria perfectly? Better to have none than to have the wrong one..."

"But you don't even have a choice, so why would you prefer nothing to something of poor quality?"

"That is a problem. Is my slogan not attractive enough? That doesn't make sense. My slogan is a hundred times more convincing than those empty, grandiose slogans from other clubs..."

As the two were talking, the classroom door was pushed open.

A blond, fat man with a jiggly body walked in.

"President, it's so nice to see you again."

The newcomer was Hugo Barbarossa, a fourth-year student from Newmontgard who had previously dueled with Sean —no, with Grindelwald who was impersonating Sean.

"Welcome, Barbarossa —but I'm not your president yet; you need to pass the review." Sean stood up and shook hands with her.

That being said, the other party's joining was almost a done deal; Sean already knew about Grindelwald's bet with those people that day, where he had impersonated Grindelwald.

Grindelwald's deliberate arrangement was tantamount to telling Sean, "I've already found a few preliminary candidates for you."

Therefore, the fat man in front of us must have something special about him. Judging from his size, it's possible that one of his Sin is Gluttony.

Hugo, being a straightforward person, didn't change his address and still called her "Chairman," then accepted Hermione's membership application.

It has to be said that even Sean was somewhat amazed by the opponent's strength.

With his exceptional Spell Proficiency and an almost terrifyingly large Magic Power Source, this guy even scored ninety points on a Wizarding World common sense test that Hermione had specially prepared.

There's no need to question the necessity of such exams. Many in the Wizarding World still think in the Middle Ages, and Hogwarts and Newmontgard clearly don't have language arts classes, math classes, etc...

This resulted in many wizards being practically devoid of common sense. Sean was there to build the foundation of a power, not to act as a babysitter.

Meanwhile, the perceptive Dave the Swooping Evil was hanging upside down under the table. Dave could not only detect the 'deliciousness' of the other party's brain, but also use his biological instincts to judge a wizard's approximate strength.

Sean also carried High-Precision Sneakoscope in his pocket to ensure that the visitor did not have malicious intentions.

Hugo Barbarossa delivered a result that satisfied Sean.

"Congratulations, you are now a member of our Golden Dawn." Sean smiled and extended his hand.

Hugo shook his hand warmly, craning his neck excitedly, and said, "Thank you, thank you! May I ask if our club teaches you that Blue Flame Spell you cast the other day?"