Mutual Aid Society

Every day at Hogwarts passed quickly, with coursework occupying most of the students' time.

Not long ago, Gryffindor House was celebrating a great victory in Quidditch.

Now, the little lions were starting to look glum again, worried about the upcoming exams.

"Astronomy! Astronomy! Astronomy!"

Dean Thomas gnawed on the end of his quill, as if it were his sworn enemy.

He really didn't understand what was so great about those blasted stars.

And that astrology influences destiny?

Did he spill his food at breakfast this morning because Ganymede and Callisto appeared at the same time?

Wasn't that ridiculous!

"Alright Dean, if you don't know, you can ask Hermione. I'm sure she'd be happy to answer your questions."

Hearing Dean's loud complaints, Harry looked up, his green eyes under his round glasses full of exhaustion.

He had been studying for a long time, but the results weren't ideal.

Speaking of which, everyone had been studying hard lately.

After all, it was Hogwarts' first exam, and who wouldn't want to get good grades?

"Hermione has changed a lot, but..."

Hearing Harry's words, Dean glanced at Hermione, who was buried in her books not far away, a hesitant expression on his face.

Ever since the "Halloween incident," Hermione had truly integrated into Gryffindor House, but he didn't want to bother others all the time.

A man should learn to solve his own problems, right? What kind of man asks a little girl for help all the time?

Unlike Dean, Ron didn't think seeking Hermione's help was shameful.

"Come on, Hermione, help me with this question."

He sidled up to Hermione, grinned, and handed her his notebook.

Hermione closed her book, glanced at it casually, and shook her head slightly.

Ron's face immediately fell.

"Wrong again?"

There's something called talent, and when it comes to studying, Mister Weasley really wasn't good at it. He scratched his messy, bird's nest-like red hair, bit his lip, and fiercely scribbled a big cross over the answer.

Glancing out the window at the bright sunshine, twelve-year-old Ron began to contemplate life for the first time.

The world was so big, and life was so wonderful, why did he have to be stuck in the common room facing this pile of incredibly boring books?

"Fortunately, I'm not the most worried."

Humans are strange creatures. No matter how bad they are themselves, as long as others are worse off, they feel a sense of satisfaction.

Looking with pity at Neville, who was red-faced in the corner of the common room, Ron took a deep breath, feeling like he could still struggle a bit.

Even a salted fish has dreams, right? What if it flips over?

"The ingredients for the Fainting Fumes potion are fern root grass, withered leaf flower, uh, what else?"

Potions were Neville's nightmare. Those messy recipes were driving him crazy.

Potions and herbs only differed by one word, so why were they so difficult!

The chubby boy couldn't help but feel pessimistic, and Severus Snape's sallow, perpetually gloomy face flashed in his mind.

"Hiss~"

Neville gasped.

If he failed Potions, his fate would be terrible!

"Knock, knock, knock."

The first-years in the common room were studying for their exams when suddenly, there was a knocking sound at the entrance portrait.

Wait.

Knocking?

When did entering the common room require knocking?

The little lions all put down their books, looking at the entrance with confusion and curiosity.

"It definitely isn't someone from Gryffindor."

Hermione said softly, earning unanimous agreement from those around her.

Gryffindor students knew the password. Even the forgetful Neville wouldn't be stumped by the Fat Lady at the door and be reduced to the awkward situation of knocking.

So, the question arose.

Why would an outsider come to the Gryffindor common room?

"Don't be afraid, the protective magic at the door hasn't been triggered. Besides, with Dumbledore overseeing the school, what danger could there be?"

Hermione was very calm. Seeing that her companions around seemed frightened, she had to calm herself down, get up and walk to the door, take a deep breath, and slowly push the door open.

What met her eyes was a patch of light.

It was a knight whose face could not be seen, but whose body was wrapped in a soft glow.

Divine Guard Knights!

Hermione's heart leaped instantly.

She remembered the encounter on Halloween night, she remembered the face that was always smiling, she remembered the paper bag she wanted to give last time during the Quidditch match but couldn't.

"Don't worry, little girl, it uh, it's not dangerous anyway."

The Fat Lady had seen this kind of magical creation before and wasn't very wary.

Moreover, this time the Divine Guard Knights also had Dumbledore's personal authorization.

"Oh, please come in quickly."

Hermione had no reservations about Klein to begin with. Hearing the Fat Lady say this, the last trace of doubt disappeared, and she confidently brought the Divine Guard Knights into the common room.

Then, the little lions exploded!

"Good heavens!" "So cool!" "What is this? Is it human?"

Seeing the stylish Divine Guard Knights, the pressure from complex coursework and exams vanished, and excitement occupied their entire minds.

Except for Hermione, Ron, and Harry, everyone else was seeing such a cool magical creation for the first time!

The Divine Guard Knights, however, ignored the curious or excited gazes. It strictly followed the master's orders and took out seven or eight letters from the blurry light.

Neville Longbottom, Dean Thomas, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Harry Potter.

The young wizards who had some interaction with Klein all received letters.

Invitation letters.

"Buzz."

Having completed its task, the Divine Guard Knights turned into specks of light, but they did not dissipate. Instead, they reassembled into a semi-transparent figure under countless astonished eyes.

Klein Grindelwald.

"Hello, students of Gryffindor, I am Klein, Klein Grindelwald."

Klein bowed slightly.

"With the permission of Headmaster Dumbledore, the mutual aid society has been officially established.

Here, I sincerely invite all students to join, to study together, and to progress together."

He paused, and Klein's projection smiled slightly.

"As the name suggests, the mutual aid society is about helping each other, strengthening communication between the colleges, and improving academic performance."

Upon hearing the words "improving academic performance," the little lions' hearts stirred.

No one didn't recognize Klein Grindelwald. He was the famous genius of Hogwarts, the youngest recipient of the Order of Merlin in history.

With his help, would they still be afraid of failing exams?

No need to think, just join!

"He didn't forget."

Clutching the invitation letter, Neville bit his lip tightly, his round face even redder than before.

Klein had indeed said he would invite him to join the mutual aid society back then, but after several months, there was no news, and he thought it was over.

Unexpectedly...

"I will never doubt Klein again."

The chubby boy opened the invitation letter, looked at the neat handwriting on it, and murmured with determination.