Chapter Three Hundred and Twenty Nine New Year's Eve
Friday is a memorable day for both Harry and Elena.
In the many days since she arrived at Hogwarts Castle, this was the first time she had successfully avoided the teasing sunken steps.
"Oh, Neville, you should remember to jump over here."
The little hair on Elena's head swayed happily. While imitating Granger's arrogant tone, she and Hermione, who rolled her eyes, held Neville's arms left and right, and pulled the boy away.
The round-faced boy with a bad memory was pulled out of the pit.
"I always can't remember this. By the way, what classes do we have today?"
Neville climbed out from the sunken steps with difficulty, dusting himself off and looking at Hermione.
"Two Potions lessons, both in the morning, with the Slytherin students."
Before Hermione could answer, Harry's voice came from behind the three of them.
Obviously, the three of them were not the only ones who got up early today. This was probably the earliest time Harry had gotten up since he entered school. He couldn't wait to go to the Potions classroom and face the person who might know the story of his mother's past.
Professor Nepp.
There have been rumors in Gryffindor House that as the head of Slytherin House, Snape has always been particularly partial to his students, especially the little wizards of Gryffindor - Harry only hoped that Snape
The professor was willing to patiently answer a few questions for him because he had done well in preparing for Potions class.
"Sister Elena, are you sure Professor Snape really knows my mother?"
At the dinner table, while putting sugar into the cereal, Harry asked Elena anxiously - this was the third time he had asked this question during breakfast, as if someone had cast a repeat spell.
Same.
"Not sure! Not sure! Ask yourself!"
Elena took a deep breath, tried hard to control her urge to slap the plate on Mr. Savior's face, and repeated in a bad tone, "Also, if you ask again, I will definitely let you go to school today."
No Potions class!"
"But……"
Facing Elena's fierce gaze, Harry Potter hesitated, closed his mouth helplessly, lowered his head and drank the porridge quietly.
However, the expression on the boy's face was still full of uneasiness. He scratched the plate absentmindedly with the knife, turning the beautiful Eggs Benedict into a paste. After hesitating for a long time, he
He mustered up the courage to look at Elena again.
"Sister Elena..."
Just then, it's time for the daily morning owl mail.
Harry raised his head enviously and looked at the sky. He saw hundreds of owls passing through the open circular window, flapping their wings and flying into the auditorium, hovering over the people talking, looking for their respective owners or recipients.
.
So far, Hedwig hasn't brought Harry anything.
Sometimes it flew in to peck Harry's ears and ask for a morsel of toast. More often, it would squat in the owl house and sleep with other owls on campus - and what made Harry even more envious was
, Elena, who also comes from a non-magical world like him, received a thick letter from the food reserve.
"I finally got a reply. It's so thick and it seems like I wrote a lot of content."
Elena glanced at the elegant and ethereal fonts on the envelope, raised the corners of her mouth slightly, and showed a satisfied smile.
It seems that Mr. Xenophilius Lovegood has agreed to the cooperation mentioned in her last reply.
Because in her last reply, her first request was:
Out of caution and confidentiality considerations, if Lovegood is willing to conduct follow-up cooperation, then every subsequent communication between the two parties will need to be transcribed by another person - obviously, the Quibbler, who is poor, homely and stingy, will need to transcribe.
"The only helper the editor-in-chief could find was his daughter Luna Lovegood.
However, before Elena could open the envelope, a loud noise suddenly erupted from the Slytherin House table not far away.
A huge sound swept through the entire auditorium instantly like a hurricane, knocking down the dust on the ceiling. Elena thought it was an explosion at first, but she soon realized what it was.
"...wasting food, shameful behavior! You actually have the nerve to bother your uncle by writing a letter back? After receiving Dumbledore's letter last night, your father and I were almost so ashamed that we prepared to rush to school overnight to pick you up.
.The splendor and glory of our Greengrass family is not left to a prodigal like you to squander!"
A snarling letter, apparently from the mother of an unfortunate Greengrass child.
The angry roar of the adult witch resounded throughout the entire auditorium, causing the plates and spoons on the table to rattle. The echoes from the four stone walls were deafening. Everyone in the auditorium turned around to see who had received the roaring letter.
And the little wizard who two days ago was proudly showing off that his uncle was the school director was now completely frozen in his seat, his little face turning red.
In fact, the child had been stupid since the red envelope fell on his lap from the sky.
Fortunately, this embarrassing situation did not last long - because he was not alone.
Before the content of this roaring letter could be finished, the same roar erupted from the other end of the Slytherin table. The huge roar that resounded through the auditorium was intertwined and hit everyone's eardrums.
"...You don't have to come back this Christmas! Even if you go home, you can't even expect to have a bite of warm bread!"
"Complaining about doing farm work on weekends? You deserve it!"
"The pocket money for this semester has been cancelled. If I find you wasting food again, I will definitely personally..."
Immediately afterwards, as the owls in the sky continued to pour into the auditorium, the red letters one after another among the birds were like moving bombs, hovering above everyone's heads.
The deafening and terrifying roar of the roaring letter was heard from every corner of the entire Hogwarts auditorium.
Many little wizards raised their heads and looked up at the sky with fear. Elena even saw that many children had closed their eyes and began to pray quietly, fearing that she would suddenly receive such a "heart-touching" letter.
Letters from home.
There is no doubt that judging from the current feedback effect, the "Hogwarts automatic reply" proposal she gave Professor Dumbledore in the kitchen a few days ago has been implemented extremely well.
It is actually not difficult to imagine how shameful and furious a parent who wrote an aggressive letter to Hogwarts would feel after receiving an illustrated description of his children's various wastes of food.
reaction.
You know, in order to make it easier to understand, Elena even thoughtfully listed a simple formula, and asked each house elf to indicate at the end of the reply that according to this range of conversion, after one school year, the amount of money wasted by their children
The food is approximately equivalent to the consumption of gold galleons.
"Close your ears and listen."
Elena took out her wand and nodded leisurely at Hermione who was covering her ears.
This was a new spell she learned in the Charms class yesterday. The principle of sound transmission is so simple that there is no difficulty for Elena in casting or understanding it.
However, she did not intend to use this magic on herself.
"It's so lively..."
Elena leisurely picked up the milk with honey and took a sip, happily admiring the chaotic scene in the auditorium, listening carefully to the affectionate messages from the parents and their prodigal children, and the lingering
The constant roaring and exploding sounds were like the fireworks and firecrackers that resounded through the sky every New Year in my previous life.
"It's really nostalgic. I didn't expect that I could feel the traditional New Year atmosphere in Hogwarts Castle."
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