Chapter 817 Letter

"Ah, speaking of which, the people from the Magic House, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang seem to be leaving." Stebbins suddenly remembered this matter and shared it with his two friends, "What a pity, that Fleur She is really beautiful, but I will never see such a beautiful lady again.”

"You can tell your new girlfriend this sentence, I believe she will make you realize what it means to have trouble come from your mouth." Robert patted his shoulder and reminded him seriously.

Young man, your desire to live is really low.

"But since they are leaving, then the Tournament of Power will be over, right?" Robert sighed, "Unknowingly, another school year will pass. By this time next year, we will be graduating... Do you want to Start looking for a job now?"

"Huh?" The roommates shouted in surprise, as if they just remembered, "Yes, we will graduate next year!"

So, after playing for a semester, have you completely forgotten that you are an adult wizard?

"Speaking of which, as an adult wizard, you can get a driver's license." Summers asked with interest, "I have long wanted to drive by myself and go out for fun!"

"That kind of thing shouldn't be possible, but you should be able to get it if you take the exam when you graduate, right?" Robert buried himself into the pillow again, and his voice came out faintly, "No, that's not right. , even after graduation, you may not be able to get it, but if you have a confusion spell, it should be no problem. Anyway, in the magical world, the speed of a car may not be as fast as a broomstick."

"Although flying is great, being down on the ground is the most perfect thing." Summers gave a thumbs up and shouted happily, "Otherwise, wouldn't the roads that Muggles spent a lot of time building go unused? "

"I think their original purpose is to travel, not to let wizards break traffic rules." Robert couldn't help but complain, "But don't you want to write a book or something? Maybe Going out for fun can give you some inspiration, and by the way, you can go find Professor Lockhart!"

He finally thought about this professor who was still wandering around. Isn't he a great writer?

"Huh?" Summers was stunned. He didn't know Professor Lockhart's true identity and still thought he was an adventurer. He asked with some worry, "Will it cause trouble to the professor? After all, he is going to Adventurous, right?”

"Definitely... not." Robert's eyes wandered, "Rather than saying it will cause him trouble, it's better to say... he is still very happy to have students... no, I mean fans keep sending him letters and so on. "

"Ah..." Summers sighed with unclear meaning, "He is really a passionate professor."

I don't know what he was thinking.

While everyone in the dormitory was chatting, a thumping sound sounded outside the house, followed by the sound of something hitting the door panel.

The little badgers were still a little confused when they heard someone yelling outside the house, "Oh no, no, these owls are crazy! Oh my god, it's not morning now!"

"Wow! What are you going to do! Don't come over!"

The sounds of various doors opening were mixed with the sounds of the little wizards falling, which sounded very miserable.

The little badgers couldn't help but look at each other in confusion when they heard the messy noises outside the door.

Summers looked at his companion and asked hesitantly, "Should we open the door and take a look?"

Stebbins shook his head decisively. There must be something outside the door that they didn't know existed, otherwise how could the others scream so miserably!

"Hey, owl?" A familiar voice sounded at the door, it was Cedric, "What happened today? There are owls everywhere. It feels like revenge from the owls."

As he spoke, he pushed open the door and was pinned down by his roommates who were lying at the door and eavesdropping.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!" Cedric felt like his mouth was stuffed with a piece of cloth, and he couldn't speak anymore.

What's this?

A sneak attack? !

Cedric's eyes widened and he wanted to touch his wand. Unfortunately, his hands were also held down by the person on top of him, making him unable to move at all.

"Ouch - why did you open the door suddenly, Ced?" Summers was furious, "We are eavesdropping with all our attention!"

Cedric expressed that he didn’t understand why you could just say so openly about eavesdropping!

Moreover, I am obviously the unluckiest, right? Summers, you are the first to complain.

Cedric was so angry that he completely exploded. He overturned his roommates and fell on top of him, and vowed to make them understand what the honor of a Quidditch player was.

Three minutes later.

Cedric, whose nose and face were bruised and swollen after being beaten, took a towel wrapped with ice cubes and kept rubbing it on his handsome face, feeling extremely angry.

"I told you not to slap me in the face! What if Qiu sees me when I go out like this!" Cedric glared at his roommates with dissatisfaction, "It's really too much!"

However, his friends smiled and encouraged him to go complain to Qiu now.

Cedric rolled his eyes, feeling that he might have made a bunch of bad friends.

No, this is a group of bad friends.

"Okay, stop talking nonsense and take a look at what letter the owl sent you." Cedric pointed to the owl that was taking some time to comb his feathers, with a curious look on his face.

Since neither Robert nor Summers raised owls, the owl at this time naturally belonged to Stebbins.

Stebbins walked over and curiously looked at the letter at the owl's feet, "It's from mom."

With that said, he opened the letter and read it at a glance. Then his face changed drastically and he screamed, "Huh? Is it true or false?"

The little badgers looked at him in confusion, not knowing what was going on, and gathered around him.

Robert's sharp eyes saw a line of large characters written on the letter paper.

"Diagon Alley was attacked by a fire dragon, and many wizards lost their lives."

"It's a lie, right?" Robert was shocked. Why didn't he receive such news?

No, we'll talk about this later. He has more important things to know now. For example, how is his holly garden? Are all those employees still alive?

How is Mr. Lovegood?

Did the house elves evacuate?

Can the shops in Diagon Alley still be open?

many problems.

After grabbing the letter from Stebbins and examining it carefully, Robert was surprised to find that this incident had happened three days ago.

"Why didn't the Daily Prophet publish this?" Robert frowned. The newspapers had been delivered in the past two days. He absolutely did not believe that the Daily Prophet, which was headquartered in Diagon Alley, had not seen anything. , why do they block the news?