Chapter 291 Roaring Letter
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Qing Mo Da Xian
Two in the morning.
Harry and Ron come out of detention, but are stumped by the password.
The fat lady's expression was quite unfriendly, "There is no password, so you can find other ways to get in!"
Broomsticks?Or a flying car?
Both of them understood what she meant.
Thank goodness for not being expelled and not being deducted points.
Want to go in?
It's up to you.
Just when the two were racking their brains to find a way, the door of the dormitory behind the fat lady was suddenly opened from the inside.
"Bang bang bang—" colorful fireworks exploded from the top of the two of them.
"Surprise?" Fred and George huddled together at the entrance of the cave, each holding a large pile of strenuous fireworks.
Hermione standing behind them was very angry, "You are praising them in disguise!"
"Relax~" George pulled a firework towards her, "Look, isn't it much more fun this way?"
She waved off the small burst of fireworks, "Don't forget why we came out."
"Got it, Miss Long-winded~" Fred smiled and put his arms around Harry and Ron.
"Well - whatever you want." Hermione turned and walked into the common room.
It was only less than 2 minutes after leaving, and the banner was already pulled up inside.
"Welcome back in honor of Potter and Weasley?"
Her lips were trembling slightly.
Because except for Vincent who was reading his notebook quietly, everyone lost the seriousness just now.
"Why didn't you stop them?"
Vincent turned the next page, "I thought you were used to the atmosphere here."
"Worried about accidents than anyone else, happier than anyone else when nothing happens?"
"The answer is correct." He closed his notebook, "Unfortunately, I'm not a professor, so I can't give you extra points."
Hermione looked suspiciously at the half black and white cover, and the reverse half black and white magic runes.
She was more interested in the contents of this notebook than his bad jokes.
"Want to see it?"
She nodded slightly, then shook her head decisively.
"Ask me when you really want to read it." Vincent put away the notebook.
Hermione felt a flash of regret.
"It can't be something shady, right?"
"That's right, children can't watch it."
If it weren't for the smirk on her lips, she would have almost believed it.
"Angry?"
"No."
Vincent stood up, walked around her and applauded with everyone.
"Harry, Ron - welcome back!"
Hermione didn't pout anymore, and went forward to clap her hands like him.
When you are different from those around you, then you are the only one.
Before I have the ability to completely change the environment, I don't want to be regarded as a different kind, so I have to try to blend in.
The welcome party lasted almost half an hour.
Before Percy drove away, Vincent had quietly returned to the dormitory.
"When did he disappear?"
"When you tossed Harry and Ron up."
The disappointment on Fred and George's faces didn't last long.
"See you tomorrow~"
"See you tomorrow." Hermione walked into the girls' dormitory with a sigh of relief.
Although she resisted this, it was a new beginning.
……
……
the next day at breakfast
Hermione was drinking porridge and reading a book.
Neville next to her glanced inadvertently, and subconsciously shrunk her neck back.
Vincent leaned over to look over.
"Sailboat with Vampires"...
He calmly took a sip of milk to suppress his shock.
"The postman is here!" Neville instantly straightened up, looking expectantly at the large flock of owls flying in.
"My grandma will definitely send me things I forgot."
Vincent and the two roommates looked very unnatural.
Forget about the textbooks, but he didn't even bring his underwear.
Neville had described what it was like with all seriousness last night.
James and Alfred on Vincent's other side quipped:
"Merlin, you're sure to get big new underpants.
I wish there were more so you could wear new ones every day. "
"I was not careful—" Neville curled up again, "At least I didn't forget—"
With a "snap", a big bulging package hit him on the forehead.
With another snap, a gray owl smashed into Ron's milk jug opposite.
Harry, who was sitting next to him, suffered.
Not to mention being splashed with milk, the wet feathers are still stuck to the eyes.
"Oh, no—" Ron quickly fished Errol out.
It slumped on the long table, its legs stretched out straight.
Hermione closed the book, stretched out her small hand and poked it lightly, "It's okay, it's still alive."
"Not this question!" Ron tremblingly pointed to the red envelope in Errol's mouth.
Neville hugged the package tightly, his expression more frightened than his.
"What's the matter?" Harry brushed away the feathers blocking his view.
Ron said weakly: "She—my mother sent me a roaring letter."
"You'd better open it, Ron." Neville fidgeted and moved back, "it would be worse not opening it.
My grandma sent it to me once, and I ignored it, and—”
He gasped, "It's terrible, I haven't been able to forget it until now."
Harry wiped his face, "What is a Howler letter?"
"Oh—you don't want to know." Alfred quickly pulled out his wand and changed himself into earmuffs.
James followed suit and wore it almost at the same time as him.
"Open it up -" Neville urged Ron, "I think it's only a few minutes."
When Ron tremblingly removed the envelope Errol was holding, Vincent had already sealed his ears with a wandless spell.
But the letter slipped from his hand, and even turned into a big mouth to tear off the envelope.
Vincent could hear a particularly loud bang.
He looked at the dust that fell from the ceiling and fell into the porridge that was not half drunk in front of him.
Howling letters are so terrifying!
"How dare you steal your dad's car!
Ron Weasley!If you are expelled from school, you must not want to know how I will deal with you! "
Not only the long Gryffindor table, but the plates and spoons on other tables rattled.
The echoes from the stone walls of the auditorium were even more deafening.
At this moment, all eyes were on Ron's face.
He blushed and tried to grab the Howler letter floating in front of him.
"Your father nearly died of shame when he received Dumbledore's letter last night.
We worked so hard to bring you up, but we didn't expect you to do such a thing, you and Harry almost lost their lives..."
This time Harry also stood up.
But no matter how hard they tried, the Roaring Letter could be avoided.
"Your father has no hope of promotion, it's all your fault!
If you don't play by the rules, we'll bring you back right away! "
The roar had stopped, but the sound was still buzzing in both of their ears.
The mouth that the roaring letter turned into closed, rolled into a ball and burned automatically.
"Pfft—hahahaha—" There was a burst of laughter from the long Slytherin table.
Draco laughed the most exaggeratedly.
Not only did he grin the widest, he was even a little out of breath.
……
……
Harry and Ron come out of detention, but are stumped by the password.
The fat lady's expression was quite unfriendly, "There is no password, so you can find other ways to get in!"
Broomsticks?Or a flying car?
Both of them understood what she meant.
Thank goodness for not being expelled and not being deducted points.
Want to go in?
It's up to you.
Just when the two were racking their brains to find a way, the door of the dormitory behind the fat lady was suddenly opened from the inside.
"Bang bang bang—" colorful fireworks exploded from the top of the two of them.
"Surprise?" Fred and George huddled together at the entrance of the cave, each holding a large pile of strenuous fireworks.
Hermione standing behind them was very angry, "You are praising them in disguise!"
"Relax~" George pulled a firework towards her, "Look, isn't it much more fun this way?"
She waved off the small burst of fireworks, "Don't forget why we came out."
"Got it, Miss Long-winded~" Fred smiled and put his arms around Harry and Ron.
"Well - whatever you want." Hermione turned and walked into the common room.
It was only less than 2 minutes after leaving, and the banner was already pulled up inside.
"Welcome back in honor of Potter and Weasley?"
Her lips were trembling slightly.
Because except for Vincent who was reading his notebook quietly, everyone lost the seriousness just now.
"Why didn't you stop them?"
Vincent turned the next page, "I thought you were used to the atmosphere here."
"Worried about accidents than anyone else, happier than anyone else when nothing happens?"
"The answer is correct." He closed his notebook, "Unfortunately, I'm not a professor, so I can't give you extra points."
Hermione looked suspiciously at the half black and white cover, and the reverse half black and white magic runes.
She was more interested in the contents of this notebook than his bad jokes.
"Want to see it?"
She nodded slightly, then shook her head decisively.
"Ask me when you really want to read it." Vincent put away the notebook.
Hermione felt a flash of regret.
"It can't be something shady, right?"
"That's right, children can't watch it."
If it weren't for the smirk on her lips, she would have almost believed it.
"Angry?"
"No."
Vincent stood up, walked around her and applauded with everyone.
"Harry, Ron - welcome back!"
Hermione didn't pout anymore, and went forward to clap her hands like him.
When you are different from those around you, then you are the only one.
Before I have the ability to completely change the environment, I don't want to be regarded as a different kind, so I have to try to blend in.
The welcome party lasted almost half an hour.
Before Percy drove away, Vincent had quietly returned to the dormitory.
"When did he disappear?"
"When you tossed Harry and Ron up."
The disappointment on Fred and George's faces didn't last long.
"See you tomorrow~"
"See you tomorrow." Hermione walked into the girls' dormitory with a sigh of relief.
Although she resisted this, it was a new beginning.
……
……
the next day at breakfast
Hermione was drinking porridge and reading a book.
Neville next to her glanced inadvertently, and subconsciously shrunk her neck back.
Vincent leaned over to look over.
"Sailboat with Vampires"...
He calmly took a sip of milk to suppress his shock.
"The postman is here!" Neville instantly straightened up, looking expectantly at the large flock of owls flying in.
"My grandma will definitely send me things I forgot."
Vincent and the two roommates looked very unnatural.
Forget about the textbooks, but he didn't even bring his underwear.
Neville had described what it was like with all seriousness last night.
James and Alfred on Vincent's other side quipped:
"Merlin, you're sure to get big new underpants.
I wish there were more so you could wear new ones every day. "
"I was not careful—" Neville curled up again, "At least I didn't forget—"
With a "snap", a big bulging package hit him on the forehead.
With another snap, a gray owl smashed into Ron's milk jug opposite.
Harry, who was sitting next to him, suffered.
Not to mention being splashed with milk, the wet feathers are still stuck to the eyes.
"Oh, no—" Ron quickly fished Errol out.
It slumped on the long table, its legs stretched out straight.
Hermione closed the book, stretched out her small hand and poked it lightly, "It's okay, it's still alive."
"Not this question!" Ron tremblingly pointed to the red envelope in Errol's mouth.
Neville hugged the package tightly, his expression more frightened than his.
"What's the matter?" Harry brushed away the feathers blocking his view.
Ron said weakly: "She—my mother sent me a roaring letter."
"You'd better open it, Ron." Neville fidgeted and moved back, "it would be worse not opening it.
My grandma sent it to me once, and I ignored it, and—”
He gasped, "It's terrible, I haven't been able to forget it until now."
Harry wiped his face, "What is a Howler letter?"
"Oh—you don't want to know." Alfred quickly pulled out his wand and changed himself into earmuffs.
James followed suit and wore it almost at the same time as him.
"Open it up -" Neville urged Ron, "I think it's only a few minutes."
When Ron tremblingly removed the envelope Errol was holding, Vincent had already sealed his ears with a wandless spell.
But the letter slipped from his hand, and even turned into a big mouth to tear off the envelope.
Vincent could hear a particularly loud bang.
He looked at the dust that fell from the ceiling and fell into the porridge that was not half drunk in front of him.
Howling letters are so terrifying!
"How dare you steal your dad's car!
Ron Weasley!If you are expelled from school, you must not want to know how I will deal with you! "
Not only the long Gryffindor table, but the plates and spoons on other tables rattled.
The echoes from the stone walls of the auditorium were even more deafening.
At this moment, all eyes were on Ron's face.
He blushed and tried to grab the Howler letter floating in front of him.
"Your father nearly died of shame when he received Dumbledore's letter last night.
We worked so hard to bring you up, but we didn't expect you to do such a thing, you and Harry almost lost their lives..."
This time Harry also stood up.
But no matter how hard they tried, the Roaring Letter could be avoided.
"Your father has no hope of promotion, it's all your fault!
If you don't play by the rules, we'll bring you back right away! "
The roar had stopped, but the sound was still buzzing in both of their ears.
The mouth that the roaring letter turned into closed, rolled into a ball and burned automatically.
"Pfft—hahahaha—" There was a burst of laughter from the long Slytherin table.
Draco laughed the most exaggeratedly.
Not only did he grin the widest, he was even a little out of breath.
……
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