Every morning starting at eight o'clock, whether they were preparing to organize or had already organized their clubs, the club presidents would bring tables, chairs, and parasols to wait for the newcomers.
Harry's Magic Mobile Phone Club is the most notable.
Harry's month at the Magic Mobile Phone Shop was no joke; he learned a thing or two from Director Lorne and Manager Quirrell, enough to make him shine in the guild wars.
Considering that the ownership rate of Magic Mobile Phone in the school was not very high, Harry specially contributed his own phone and placed it on a fixed shelf for people to try out. This alone was enough to make his stall very popular.
Not to mention the banner Dean drew for him on the tattered bedsheet, with exquisite calligraphy that no other club had.
Ron didn't come to help; he joined the Care of Magical Creatures Club, determined to find out the reason for his Scabbers baldness. However, he soon discovered that most of the people in the society were there because of the Suitcase Beasts on his Magic Mobile Phone, which annoyed him greatly.
"Only Hagrid understands me," Ron shouted, "No one truly loves their pet!"
Hermione was the first member of the Magic Mobile Phone Club, but she didn't stay in the club for long. When she heard that the Charms Study Club and the Duelling Club were going to apply to the headmaster for higher-level library access, she grabbed a stool and went to show her support.
But Harry wasn't alone.
For example, right now, Draco is fighting him for the middle seat.
"Damn it, Mahu, this is the stool I brought," Harry said, bracing himself firmly on the table, still managing to talk to the student who wanted to join the club. "You want to join the club? You need to sign here."
"Go to hell, Scarhead, your ass is too big," Draco continued aggressively, even trying to steal Harry's thunder. " Hufflepuff is fine to join, clubs aren't limited by house."
As the two were arguing, a group of older students suddenly walked towards them.
"This is it," said a Ravenclaw leading the group. Harry saw the name Ruchel in his notebook. " The Magic Mobile Phone that Director Lorne mentioned, I haven't actually tried it yet."
"If you want to join a club..."
Harry was interrupted halfway through his sentence by an older student who simply stood behind the student who was trying out the Magic Mobile Phone, staring intently at the screen.
"I have absolutely no idea how it works."
"This is truly amazing. It seems that the Magic Mobile Phone really has great potential; who knows, it might even create many new job opportunities."
"Young man, how much does a Magic Mobile Phone cost?"
Harry was surrounded by a crowd, but he was used to big scenes, especially after seeing the packed Diagon Alley from the second floor of the Magic Mobile Phone Shop. He didn't panic; instead, he adopted the demeanor of a leader.
"You need to fill out a membership application first," Harry said, scanning the upperclassmen's eyes, "Before I'm obligated to answer your questions."
Harry is determined to make the Magic Mobile Phone Club bigger and stronger. Some club privileges require a large number of participants to apply for, which is why he tirelessly tries to get people to join the club.
The upperclassmen signed their names without hesitation, waiting obediently to the side, even joking, "I really envy you guys who aren't even old enough to graduate yet; the pressure of finding a job is just too much."
Harry had once heard Director Lorne say that the Wizarding World was extremely materialistic, but the spiritual needs of young wizards were getting higher and higher, resulting in an imbalance between the job positions in the Wizarding World and the needs of wizards.
Harry felt he might face these problems in the future, but that was in the future; today he wanted to be happy for another day.
"A Magic Mobile Phone costs eight Galleon, eight Silver Sickle, and eight Knut," Harry mimicked Quirrell's sales pitch. "Just eight, eight, eight, eight, may you prosper all the way!"
The upperclassmen gasped. "So expensive?"
"That's almost a month's salary for a senior official at the Ministry of Magic."
" Magic Mobile Phone are really fun," Ruchel said. "I have a distant cousin who says that Magic Mobile Phone are destined to become as ubiquitous as magic wands."
Harry thoughtfully explained, "If you want to buy Magic Mobile Phone, you'll need to wait for the opening day of the Magic Mobile Phone Shop in Diagon Alley, or you can make an appointment in advance."
"We shouldn't need it this year," Ruchel chuckled softly. " Director Lorne said he's going to open a second Magic Mobile Phone shop in Hogsmeade."
"What?" Draco exclaimed in surprise, "Looks like I can show off my skills on the arcade again!"
Draco always felt that the reason Street Wizard Fighter wasn't as popular as the other two games on Magic Mobile Phone was because it had the word "street" in its name. Compared to picking up a phone to duel in ranked matches, the thrill of offline same-screen competition with a crowd of spectators and cheers was truly irresistible.
Harry became sullen upon hearing this. He also wanted to visit Director Lorne's new shop, but no one could sign his permit.
Ruchel and his group left satisfied, calling Harry "President" in a very friendly manner as they went. This reignited Draco's struggle for the chair, but this time Harry had no interest in fighting Draco.
Draco asked, puzzled, " Scarhead, what's wrong?"
Harry didn't want to tell him; he felt he would be laughed at, just like when he was scared unconscious by Dementor on the train.
"Keep an eye on things for a while. Haven't you noticed that Slytherin only join clubs organized by their own people? I'm not saying this, but you guys are way too xenophobic. Even your hobbies have to be unconventional?" Harry muttered irritably.
The second most popular club is the Detective Club.
Perhaps because of Lorne's three Chamber of Secrets last year, everyone felt that pursuing the truth was a very interesting and challenging thing, and the sense of accomplishment of unraveling the mystery step by step could also give them great satisfaction. Many people who came to participate in the Battle of a Hundred Clubs originally aimed to join the Detective Club.
As a club established last year, the Detective Club has the right to apply for classrooms, post notices, apply for access to the library, and organize activities. However, the Detective Club's supervising professor, Lockhart, has been imprisoned, and the club president also graduated honorably last year. The club is now in dire need of rebuilding and relies entirely on the spontaneous organization of its members.
Wood is also in seventh grade this year. Logically, he should focus all his energy on his studies, but since he hasn't won the Quidditch championship yet, he has decided to start a Quidditch Club.
He wanted to observe Quidditch players from other houses, record their habits, strengths, and weaknesses, and compile this information into a book to pass on to his successors.
Wood even regretted agreeing to let Harry be the Seeker — Harry's talent was undeniable, but strange things always seemed to happen to him every year, and Wood even predicted that this year would be no exception.
It's okay. Even if I can't win the championship before graduation, the glory will ultimately belong to Gryffindor.
Success doesn't have to be attributed to me, but I will definitely be a part of it!
Upon realizing this, Wood shouted in his booming voice, " Quidditch Club, the world's number one tournament, don't miss it!"