Slytherin House, where pure-blood wizarding families gather, was undoubtedly the hardest hit area by the roaring letters this morning.
Looking around, the entire long Slytherin table was littered with the remains of roaring letters burned to ashes. Many people seemed to have lost their souls, sitting on the benches blankly, as if they had just been washed away by the tide.
Of course, the same scene also appeared at the long tables of the other three colleges.
What is unexpected is that the school that is second only to Slytherin in terms of misery is Hufflepuff, which has always been peaceful and low-key.
To be precise, if the statistics are based on the number of letters written home, the probability of Hufflepuff wizards receiving howling letters is almost over 90% - in comparison, the small number of Hufflepuff wizards who only receive howling letters are
A harshly worded letter of reprimand for the little wizard even produced a strange joy of winning a lottery.
"It's absolutely terrible."
Draco Malfoy patted his chest, breathed a long sigh of relief, and said with lingering fear.
If Elena hadn't stopped him, he would have almost written a letter home to complain. Fortunately, he chose to follow Elena's advice at the last moment, otherwise he would definitely be a part of today's storm of shouting letters.
As the roar in the auditorium gradually stopped, the buzzing sound in people's ears finally began to dissipate.
The professors at the teacher's seat drew out their wands in a tacit understanding, tapped themselves lightly, and released the "silencing spell" on themselves. They looked at each other and continued their previous conversation.
And the voices in the auditorium gradually started to ring again, although the sound was obviously lowered by at least two or three notches.
Not only that, another effect produced by the roaring letter also appeared immediately - almost all the little wizards were trying hard to destroy the food in front of them with a grimace, not daring to waste a little bit, even those who did not receive the roaring
Letter students are no exception.
Snapped.
Hermione gently put down the knife and turned her head to look into Elena's eyes.
"Did you already know that something like this would happen? I seem to have heard that you stopped Ron from writing letters home -"
"How is that possible? I'm not a prophet."
Elena shook her head, took a piece of sausage and stuffed it into her mouth, and replied calmly.
"I just think it's really stupid to write home and complain about the teacher's behavior."
Naturally, she would not admit it even to death, and she was not a fool.
"Is it?"
Hermione raised her eyebrows, glanced at the little motionless hair on Elena's head, snorted suspiciously, but did not continue to press the question.
After a few seconds, Hermione's eyes moved involuntarily and fell on the bulging letter in Elena's hand.
"Then what is this letter? Is it another new textbook sent to you by a certain author?"
I don't know why, but from the row of graceful and ethereal fonts on the letter, Hermione seemed to feel a vague sense of crisis - just like the feeling when her most beloved doll was being stared at when she was a child.
.
"Oh, this is Mr. Lovegood's reply. He is the editor-in-chief of a magazine in the wizarding world called The Quibbler. I have several articles that will be published in his magazine next week, about the Age of Magic. You
Are you interested in joining in?"
Elena handed the envelope to Hermione generously and said vaguely while chewing the sausage in her mouth.
With this kind of scientific research task that involves reading a large amount of documents, it is naturally impossible for Elena to leave behind a powerful humanoid calculator like "Miss Hermione Know-It-All". She is very aware of the temptation of this kind of thing to the little beaver.
As long as you put out a little bit of scented bait, this cute little Hermione will never escape from her palm.
"This is more complicated to say, and I definitely won't be able to explain it clearly for a while."
Elena glanced at Hermione whose eyes were full of curiosity, raised the corners of her mouth slightly, and said in a slightly regretful tone.
"It's a pity that I should go back to Hufflepuff's dormitory to sleep tonight, otherwise I might be able to explain to you a little bit the whole story... Well, next time I have time, I'll tell you slowly."
"Huh?! How could this happen? What a big deal..."
Hermione's eyes widened unwillingly, bit her lip, and said without hesitation, "No big deal, I'll accompany you back to the Hufflepuff common room tonight, and we won't be checking people on weekend nights anyway—"
"It's a deal. I'll go back to the dormitory tonight and take Hannah with me to explain it to you."
The stupid hair on Elena's head jumped proudly, and she answered quickly.
Sure enough, I took the bait!
What a simple and cute little wing. Compared with fighting with the old carrot, it is really more interesting to play with the wings...
Friday's breakfast ended in this pleasant atmosphere full of New Year's flavor.
At least in Elena's view, this should be a very meaningful morning - for a long time, it may be difficult to see this kind of paving the way, and at the same time the rain and dew are evenly covered, the roaring letter of the heavy rain
The scene.
However, for some, the truly important and historic moment has just begun.
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The Potions classroom is located on the first floor of the castle, which is obviously much colder than the main building above.
Although Elena still didn't know the way from the auditorium to here, as soon as she walked into the classroom, she couldn't help but feel as if she had returned to her home court. Because she was a teaching assistant, this place almost became her home in Hogg.
The classroom that Watts is most familiar with.
By the time the little wizards arrived in the classroom one after another, Professor Snape had already sat at the desk at the front of the classroom. Intimidated by Snape's invisible aura, none of the students who entered the classroom continued to speak.
.
"I won't sit with you in this class. My seat is at the front."
In Hermione's slightly confused eyes, Elena waved her hand and walked to her exclusive seat in a familiar way - she was not the protagonist of today's class, so she just needed to watch the show as obediently as possible.
"Very good, it looks like everyone is almost here."
After waiting for a few more minutes, Snape took out his pocket watch and took a look. He stood up and glanced at the students in the classroom. After his eyes paused briefly somewhere in the classroom, he picked up the roster on the desk and began to call names.
As expected, Snape suddenly stopped when he called Harry's name.
"Harry Potter,"
Snape raised his eyebrows, glanced at Harry's somewhat eye-catching golden-red hospital uniform, and whispered.
"Oh, yes, we have big names in Hogwarts this year. There are always so many famous wizards in Gryffindor House."
Not sure if it was an illusion, but Harry always felt that Snape used a slightly distorted and strange tone when pronouncing his last name, which made him even more nervous when facing Snape.
Obviously, judging from the current situation, Snape's initial impression of him does not seem to be good - maybe the rumor is true, and Professor Snape was bullied by bad Gryffindor students when he was in school.
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