Hogwarts on the Tip of the Tongue

The Slytherin Academy, where the families of pure-blood wizards gathered, is undoubtedly the hardest hit by the roaring letter this morning.

Looking around, the entire Slytherin long table was littered with wreckage of roaring letters. Many people were sitting on the bench as if they had lost their souls, as if they had just been washed away by the tide.

Of course, the same scene also appeared at the long tables of three other colleges.

Surprisingly, after Slytherin's miserable degree, it is the Hufflepuff Academy, which has always been quiet and low-key.

To be precise, if the statistics are based on the number of letters written to the family, the probability of the Hufflepuff wizard receiving a roaring letter is almost more than 90%-by comparison, the small part only receives A little wizard who severely reprimanded the letter even produced a strange joy of winning a prize.

"It's terrible."

Draco Malfoy patted his chest and let out a long sigh of relief.

If Elena didn't stop him, he almost wrote a letter to his family and complained. Fortunately, at the last moment, he chose to follow Elena's advice. Otherwise, today's roaring letter rainstorm will definitely have his share.

As the roar in the auditorium gradually ceased, the humming sound buzzing around people's ears finally began to dissipate.

The professors on the teacher's seat drew out their wands in a tacit understanding, gently tapped themselves, lifted the "silent spell" imposed on themselves, glanced at each other, and continued their previous conversations.

The voice in the auditorium gradually re-sounded, although the voice was obviously lowered by at least two or three grades.

Not only that, the other effect produced by the roaring letter also appeared immediately-almost all the little wizards were bitterly trying to eliminate the food in front of them, and they did not dare to waste a little bit, even those who did not receive the roar Letter students are no exception.

Snapped.

Hermione lowered her knife gently and turned her head to look at Elena's eyes.

"You already knew this would happen? I seemed to hear that you stopped Ron from writing to the family--"

"How is it possible, I am not a prophet."

Elena shook her head, forked a piece of grilled sausage into the entrance, and answered quietly.

"I just think it's too stupid to write to the family to complain about the teacher's practice."

This kind of thing, of course, can not be admitted to death, she is not a fool.

"Is it?"

Hermione raised her eyebrows, glanced at the little motionless hair above Elena's head, snorted suspiciously, and did not continue to press on.

After a few seconds, Hermione's eyes shifted involuntarily and fell on the bulging letter at Elena's hand.

"So what is this letter? Is it a new textbook sent to you by an author."

I do n’t know why, from the row of Juanxiu ethereal fonts on the letter, Hermione seemed to feel a faint sense of crisis-just like the feeling that her most beloved doll was spotted when she was a child .

"Oh, this, Mr. Lovegood's reply. He is the editor-in-chief of a magazine called" Singing Contrary ". I have a few articles to be published in his magazine next week. About the era of magic, you Interested in participating together? "

Elena generously handed the envelope to Hermione, chewing the sausage in her mouth, and said vaguely.

This kind of scientific research task involving reading a large number of documents, it is naturally impossible for Elena to leave behind a powerful humanoid calculation such as "Miss Hermione Masterstone". She is well aware of the temptation of this kind of thing for little beavers.

With just a little bait, this cute little Hermione will never run out of her palm.

"Publish an article ?! Magic Age ?!"

Sure enough, upon hearing Elena's casual answer, Hermione instantly lifted her spirit.

"This is more complicated to say, and there will definitely be no way to make it clear at one and a half."

Elena glanced at the curious Hermione in her eyes, her mouth slightly raised, and said in a slightly regretful tone.

"It's a pity that I should go to Hufflepuff's dormitory tonight to sleep, otherwise I might be able to explain the ins and outs to you a little bit ... so, next time when I have time, I will tell you slowly."

"Hey ?! How could this be the big deal ..."

Hermione widened her eyes unwillingly, bit her lip, and said without hesitation, "Big deal, I will accompany you to the Hufflepuff common room tonight, and I won't check the number anyway on weekend nights--"

Sure enough!

Elena's dull hair jumped proudly. It was really a cute little wing. Compared to fighting with the old radish, it was really interesting to play with the wings ...

The breakfast on Friday ended in this pleasant atmosphere full of new year.

At least in Elina ’s opinion, this should be a very meaningful early morning-for a long time, it may be difficult to see this kind of bedding, while the rain and dew are all roaring and the roaring rainstorm is grand. The sight is gone.

However, for some people, the truly important historic moment has just begun.

...

The Potions Classroom is located on the ground floor of the castle, which is significantly colder than the main building above.

Although Elena still doesn't know the way from the auditorium to here, but as soon as she walked into the classroom, she still involuntarily developed a feeling of returning to the home court. Because of her role as a teaching assistant, it almost became her in Hog. The classroom that Watts is most familiar with.

When the little wizards arrived in the classroom one after another, Professor Snape was already sitting next to the lecture table at the front of the classroom. He was scared by Snape's invisible gas field, and the students who entered the classroom did not continue to speak. .

"I won't sit with you in this class, my seat is at the front."

In Hermione's slightly puzzled eyes, Elena waved her hand and walked to her exclusive position with ease. Today's lesson is not her protagonist, so she only needs to watch the show as cleverly as possible.

"Very well, it looks like people are almost there."

After waiting a little more for a few minutes, Snape took out his pocket watch and glanced up. He stood up and glanced at the students in the classroom. After a short pause in the classroom, he picked up the roster on the desk and began to roll.

Not surprisingly, Snape stopped suddenly when he hit Harry's name.

"Harry Potter,"

Snape raised his eyebrows and glanced at Harry's slightly obscured golden-red uniform, whispering.

"Oh, yes, we are famous at Hogwarts this year. Gryffindor Academy always has so many famous wizards."

I do n’t know if it ’s an illusion ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ Harry always felt that Snape used a slightly deformed strange tone when he remembered his surname, which made him more and more faced with Snape. Nervous.

Obviously, from the current situation, Snape's initial impression of him does not seem to be good-perhaps that rumor is true, Professor Snape was bullied by the bad students of Gryffindor when he was in school.

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Today's second chapter. . Fat chicken tries to poke into the keyboard with his paws ~

I want to be a code word Ji today! A code word Ji without emotion! A ruthless code word Ji!

PS: There is one chapter left to finish, ha ha ha ha ha! I can finally find a way to save the manuscript and touch the fish! Fat chicken, rush!

PS2: If you do n’t have a monthly pass, it ’s okay to give the fat chicken a chapter to eat. Of course, I also like the refill. Refill, do you forget it again.