Chapter 73

Early the next morning, Draco came to the Great Hall for breakfast with a look of disgrief - he couldn't believe that Harry and Ron were still in the school!

"I can't believe it!how could they do this!'s cover-up!" Draco said indignantly as he ate his breakfast.

"Alright, don't be so angry. Solim smeared the ketchup and handed the toast to Sylna on the side, "If there is a grievance, it should be the Ministry of Magic's Reversal of Contingency team, they should be angry." They must have worked overtime again last night. "

Harry and Ron were seen by a lot of Muggles in that flying Ford, and whether they called the police or told it to others, a lot of Muggles would hear about it. Those poor memory cancellers must have been busy last night, witnesses, police or newspaper operators, ordinary people who heard the news of the flying car, all these people had to deal with their memories, and if they met Ron's father in the Ministry of Magic, they would definitely not give him a good look. Normally, these poor memory cancelers are busy enough, which adds to the chaos for them, and it is also a shame that the Ministry of Magic has no internal complaints, otherwise Mr. Weasley's salary this month is estimated to be enough.

This is simply a model of cheating daddies, and this is simply the standard template for bear children. However, Ron is thankful that it is not popular to beat children in Yingguo, otherwise this kind of thing will be put in another place, and the parents will run to the school and beat the child in front of the whole school teachers and students.

"I saw it when I woke up in the morning, and the professors didn't even deduct their points!" Draco still grumbled endlessly, in his opinion, Dumbledore might not have fired Scarhead and Weasley, but he had to deduct some points, right? Scarhead made such a big mistake just like Dumbledore's own son, and finally ended up with it.

"Don't be stupid," Solim said, "they didn't officially start school at that time, so naturally they won't deduct points." Only when the opening dinner is over, will the semester officially begin. "

"I don't have an appetite...... Draco looked at the food on his plate with a dejected expression, then looked at the Gryffindor long table, and said to Solim, "Look at Scarhead and Weasley, they still talk and laugh, don't they know ......"

Before Draco could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by the owls. Draco then saw that Weasley had received an envelope with a red cover.

"Haha! Look, Weasley got the yelling letter!" Draco said excitedly.

At the same time, at the Gryffindor table.

"No...... No ......," Ron gasped.

"It's fine, it's alive. Hermione poked the owl with her finger, she had just finished teaching the two men - she didn't have a chance last night, because as soon as Harry and Ron returned to the Gryffindor common room, they were surrounded by a large crowd of people who were celebrating as if Gryffindor had won the House Cup, and they had never been so excited even if they had won the House Cup last semester.

"No...... Not that...... This ......" Ron was a little incoherent. Clearly, something scared him.

"You'd better open it quickly," Neville advised, "You've got to open it, or the consequences will be worse."

Harry and Hermione didn't know what was so scary about the red letter—they didn't even know what a howling letter was.

"It's a 'roaring letter,'" Neville explained to Harry and Hermione, "My grandfather once sent me one, and I ignored it at the time, and it turned out to be ...... It's scary anyway. "

Seeing Ron tear open the envelope, Neville quickly covered his ears with his jam-still handed. Jam rubbed Neville in the face, and before Harry and Hermione could react, they didn't know why Neville's reaction was so loud - but the next second the two little wizards from Muggle families knew it, and it would be remembered for the rest of their lives.

There seemed to be a violent explosion in the auditorium, everyone's eardrums popped, and the dust that had accumulated on the ceiling of the hall fell for years.

An angry female voice instantly filled the hall: "Steal the car! I wouldn't be surprised if they expelled you from school." If I catch you, you'll have a good look. I don't think you've ever thought about how worried your mom and dad would be when they found out the car was gone......"

Mrs. Weasley's voice was amplified at least a hundredfold, and anger echoed through the hall. The dishes and knives and forks on the long table were shaking at Mrs. Weasley's roar—and so was Ron.

The people in the hall were taken aback, and many of them were sitting with their backs to them. Solim even saw a Ravenclaw senior poke a fork in the face in fright by the sudden loud noise - he was lucky not to poke it in the eye, knowing that even in the wizarding world, no potion could cure a blind man.

Solim was much more clever, he had already put on a "closed earbud to listen", and he was now enjoying the frightened expressions of the people in the hall.

Mrs. Weasley's rant continues:

“...... I received a letter from Dumbledore last night, and I think your dad will die of shame. We never taught you to do that, you and Harry should have crashed ......"

Harry finally waited for his name to appear. He pretended to put his hands in his ears and couldn't hear the sound that resounded through the hall. “...... It's a shame for the family, and your father is suspended from work at work for questioning, and it's all your fault! If you dare to make another wrong step, we will take you home immediately. "

When he finally finished speaking, people's ears were still buzzing. The red envelope fell from Ron's hand to the ground, and soon burst into flames of its own accord, burning to ashes in one fell swoop. Harry and Ron sat in their seats, speechless for a long time.

Mrs. Weasley finally finished yelling. The hall was filled with a cheerful air in an instant. The students laughed and looked at the Gryffindor table, talking to each other about what had just happened—except for the poor Ravenclaw senior, who had gone to the hospital with his face over his hand.

Of all the people who gloated, Draco was certainly the happiest. He swept away the resentment on his face and became radiant again.

"Hahahaha......" Draco laughed as he gloated as he pounded his hands on the table, "It's really enjoyable, and I suddenly feel that the Weasleys aren't useless, at least the way they educate their children is eye-opening...... Hahaha"

"Do you have an appetite to eat now?" Solim handed Sylna another slice of toast with jam.

"You're right, I'm just working up an appetite right now. Ha ha. "

Shaking his head, Solim ignored Draco, who was already crazy with joy, and continued to spread jam on the toast.

After breakfast, the Gryffindor and Slytherin second-year students walked to the greenhouse, their first class of the new semester was Professor Sprout's herb class. And they would be exposed to the same material that Solim had already prepared in the greenhouse today—mandrakes. However, the mandrake of this season is not yet ripe, so they can be exposed to the younger students, and if it is a mature mandrake, it is the teaching content of the upper grade.

As Solim and Draco walked down the road, Hermione quietly touched her. Obviously, she had a lot to say to Solim right now.

"Last night was a disaster...... Hermione said to Solim with her book in her hand, "and they thought it was an honor...... And a lot of the upperclassmen thought so, they were celebrating those two troublemakers last night......" Sighing, Hermione said, "Solim, I'm starting to regret my choice a little bit now, maybe you're right, maybe Ravenclaw is a better fit for me." "

"That can't be said," Solim responded, "Every house has its own traits, and Gryffindor's traits are courage and bravery, but few of those Gryffindor students can distinguish between recklessness and courage, they basically use trouble as a means to show their bravery, don't worry, it will be fine." Solim smiled and enlightened Hermione.

"It's going to be okay, it's impossible, is it?'re they're going to fix the stink?" Hermione looked at Solim incredulously.

"No, I mean – you'll get used to it. "