When Ani walked into the auditorium the next day, he didn't care about the absence of the principal and the Professor of Charms. Naturally, he didn't want to explore what the two men did late last night.
Generally, there are two lines when Aini comes to the auditorium to have breakfast. Either he eats early before the owls arrive, or he eats later after they have arrived.
If not, maybe no professor would choose to have breakfast in the auditorium now——
Every time an owl sees Aini, it will leave a sky full of chicken feathers near the teacher's desk. One time, an owl unethically dumped the load in Professor Bubbaji's bowl. Well, it was from inside after delivering the package.
And what is discharged from the outside...
However, although Aini finished his meal early, he did not intend to leave early.
After getting up today, I received a message from Capet, telling him that a package was mailed last night and was expected to arrive in the morning.
You definitely can’t wait in the classroom, otherwise you will have to write it down in notebooks by countless people.
After putting down the parcels and letters, the owls made out with Aini for a long time in the open space between the teacher's chair and the student table before reluctantly leaving the auditorium.
Seeing that it was still early, Aini simply returned to his seat and opened the square package he had just received.
Inside were two boxes, each with a letter attached. After looking at the signature, Aini first picked up the letter from another tragic character in the original trajectory.
The envelope was very thin when pinched, and the content was very brief. Aini only had a few glances to get a rough overview of it.
[Dear Mr. Aeneas A. Scamander:
I am very sorry that due to my personal circumstances, I did not receive your letter until July 16.
I was very surprised by this, because if I could have interacted with an outstanding young wizard like you before, I would definitely not forget it.
But after reading this letter, please allow Remus J. Lupine to express his most sincere thanks.
As a good friend of Harry's father, I feel ashamed that I have not provided any help to his growth, and thank you for allowing me to take this opportunity to do my best.
You must already know that when I received the letter, I was in the mountains and forests of Lozère in southeastern France. I did not return to civilized society until the end of August, and it was not until the 31st that I completed your request and mailed it to Ms. Capet. p>
Thank you again for your concern and care for Harry. I will return to the UK around Christmas this year and look forward to meeting you.
Your loyal friend: Remus J. Lupin
August 31, 1992]
The other letter was much thicker. After Aini opened it, most of it contained polite compliments, so I won’t repeat them one by one.
Ani didn't open the box. Seeing that there was still some time before class, he put away the letter, put the other things back in their place, and walked towards the Gryffindor table with the package in hand.
"Oh! Oh my god!"
"This is impossible, it's a lie!"
"It's true. Look, there are photos on it."
Before Ani could reach the long table, he heard a burst of exclamations from the auditorium, and then the little wizards gathered in small circles, sticking their butts out and not knowing what they were doing.
Some even overturned their dinner plates, and the clanking sound seemed to add accompaniment to the children's noise.
Seeing the messy appearance of the young wizards below, Snape stood up subconsciously, complaining secretly that it was Dumbledore's fault. Today's students have no rules at all, but the old man is not here today, and he has to let him
Come wipe your butt.
But before Snape could give him a loud voice, he heard a puff next to him, and Lockhart sprayed a mouthful of milk on the unfolded newspaper, followed by a series of coughs.
[Unfortunately, there is no camera here.]
Looking at the milky white liquid slipping out of Lockhart's nostrils, Snape thought maliciously.
Then his eyes were dazzled by the flash.
Snape followed the source of the light and looked at the long Gryffindor table, blessing himself with a loud voice before shouting angrily...
But then he saw Aini's smiling face.
"Colin, how about a photo of one galleon and one hundred chapters?"
Ani returned the camera to Colin, along with a golden coin.
At this moment, Snape had no intention of paying attention to the friendly interactions between his friends and the new students...
Lockhart's movements just now were so loud that it was difficult not to attract others' attention. And a certain Potions Professor was a clever person who could jump between black and white.
Even though he was wet with milk, the headlines from the Daily Prophet still got into his eyes.
["Shocked! A fire dragon appears in Diagon Alley, Gringotts is closed for repairs!"
In the early morning of September 3rd, a fire dragon...]
Apart from the title, Snape only saw half a line of text.
There was no other way. After saying "Clean up" to himself, but it had no other effect except making him cough a few more times, Lockhart quickly picked up a newspaper and wiped the stains on his face.
It hurts a little... No, for that tender face that is well-maintained, the rough newspaper hurts a lot.
Fortunately, Lockhart did not let more people see his embarrassment, and it was also a blessing that the Daily Prophet did not lose its ink.
I took out a small mirror and looked around. My perfect face was flawless except for being a little red, but there was some milk on my body.
Lockhart breathed a sigh of relief, got up and went back to change clothes.
I just don’t know if he will take this breath back after the photos are developed.
Snape had always been disdainful of the Ministry of Magic's mouthpieces such as the Daily Prophet, so it was certainly impossible to subscribe to it.
He wouldn't touch the puddle on the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's chair, but Lockhart was not the only faculty member who subscribed to the Daily Prophet.
For example, an administrator who has always had a good relationship with Snape.
In addition to working to bring Hogwarts back to its "tradition" and hanging up and beating young wizards who make mistakes, Filch also always fantasizes about finding an effective remedy in various advertisements so that he can get rid of it.
The identity of Squib.
There are no telephone poles in Hogwarts, and no one will sneak into the toilet with a brush and glue. If you want to find small advertisements, of course you have to turn to newspapers.
So a few minutes later, Snape and Filch looked at each other, how could the fire dragon from Gringotts escape?
Goblins have been taming fire dragons to guard the treasure house for hundreds of years. Since the failure of the goblin rebellion at the end of the 18th century, nothing has gone wrong.
In fact, the failure of the war made these alien races more cautious, fearing that a certain mistake would be caught by the wizards, and even Merlin would not be able to imagine how it would be exploited by the wizards.
"Professor Snape, it seems those little dwarfs are going to be in big trouble." Filch smiled sinisterly, feeling extremely happy.
As a person who regards becoming a wizard as his lifelong pursuit, he will naturally be particularly hostile to their enemies.
The Potions Professor on the side agreed deeply. In the last Wizarding War, the role of goblins was not glorious. After all, which alien race doesn’t want to see the decline of mankind?
Snape looked at the front page again. In the large dynamic picture above, after a fire dragon broke through the dome, it turned around and poured magic fire into the building below.