some magical Hogwarts

Chapter 45 You Are Surrounded By Aurors (Second)

All the little lions are actively grabbing points to prevent being hit on the pillar of historical shame.

Professor McGonagall is a face, and her professional ethics requires her to be fair and just.

Even though Gryffindor deducted so many points, she still maintained the consistent requirement of extra points and did not deliberately favor the lion cubs.

On the contrary, teachers from Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff gave Gryffindor more points eccentrically, especially Professor Flitwick.

But even so, Gryffindor's score is still stubbornly moving closer to the historical record.

Professor Snape's combat power is too strong, he alone is stronger than the six, and he has no bottom line!

Gryffindor was looking forward to William being able to hospitalize Snape again, but when Snape was in Potions class, he was eight meters away from Marietta.

In such an atmosphere, the smell slowly dissipates, and it's Halloween time.

On Halloween, they woke up to the smell of roasted pumpkins wafting down the hallway.

Professor Flitwick announces in magic class that he thinks they can start making things fly.

The students have been eager to try this skill ever since they saw William save Xia Pie.

Professor Flitwick divided the class into groups of two and started training.

"Now, don't forget that delicate wrist movement we've been training!" Professor Flitwick said sharply, standing on top of his pile of books as usual. "Flick, remember, flick."

It was not easy to do, Qiu and Marietta waved, waved, and did it over and over again, but the feathers that should have been sent to the air by them still lay motionless on the floor.

In a fit of anger, Marcos poked the feather with his wand, and the feather caught fire—fortunately, Professor Flitwick was prepared to prevent a fire from happening.

"It's also very important to get the spell right - don't forget Wizard Baruffeo, who changed the 'f' to an 's' and found himself lying on the floor with a bison on his chest."

"Of course, children who have read the Daily Prophet during the summer vacation must know that Mr. Stark made a wrong demonstration in Diagon Alley.

Poor Malfoy kid, hope it doesn't affect his head, the Daily Prophet says the kid has developed a resistance to magic. "

When get out of class was about to end, Professor Flitwick asked William to demonstrate the Buffalo Charm, and everyone applauded.

With Halloween on the way, there are decorations everywhere, hundreds of jack-o'-lanterns hanging in the auditorium, a group of fluttering bats and many orange streamers that breathe fire, and they lazily hang out from the ceiling. Floating like a brilliant water snake.

The dinner was sumptuous, delicacies popping up on golden plates, just like at the beginning of school feast, everyone gobbled it up.

Dumbledore was wearing a purple robe and was telling a joke, but none of the teachers on the bench laughed, which made him a little embarrassed.

Professor McGonagall had a straight face, and when she thought that Gryffindor was going to set the lowest record, she was in a particularly bad mood.

Snape ate potatoes slowly, looking around the crowd from time to time.

He is still looking for the criminal gang who wrote him a love letter!

Professor Tywin looked frustrated, discussing the spell with Professor Flitwick, and there seemed to be a place that stumped him.

Hagrid, who always responded to Dumbledore, looked out of his mind, holding a bottle of mead and drinking tons and tons.

But that doesn't make him happy.

According to the latest news from the Daily Prophet, the Ministry of Magic has declared Malfoy innocent and claimed to have found the suspect, who will soon be arrested!

The dinner was in full swing, and in the middle of it, Filch suddenly opened the door and rushed into the dining room.

His colorful mask was worn askew on his chin, his face was full of horror, and everyone was staring at him.

His face was flushed, his speed didn't slow down at all, he staggered, and almost tripped over the chair.

He walked to Professor Dumbledore's chair, leaned on the table, panted, and stammered: "Aurors—a large number of Aurors broke in—we are surrounded by Aurors .”

The dining room suddenly became chaotic, Professor Dumbledore stood up, and the tip of his wand made several harsh fireworks explosions, and everyone fell silent.

Hagrid was shaking like a sieve, and smashed the glass bottle in his hand with one hand, and the liquid splashed on Professor Tywin's head.

This huge sound was extremely harsh in the quiet auditorium.

Everyone looked at Hagrid.

Hagrid trembled, "I...I don't want...to go to Azkaban..."

There was a smile on the corner of Snape's mouth, he glanced at Dumbledore, and said in a tone of gloating, "It seems that our key administrator has done something bold again, hehe, I don't know the principal, you know have no idea……"

Dumbledore frowned, and said in a low voice: "Prefect, immediately lead the students from your college to the dormitory!"

As an honor student, Percy stood up spontaneously, ready to help the Gryffindor prefects.

"Come with me! Don't stray, first-year students, as long as you do what I say, you don't have to be afraid! Now, follow me closely. Get out of the way, first-year students are going to pass! Excuse me, I'm a cum laude pregnancy!"

But before everyone left the dining table, the door of the hall was pushed open again.

Filch's description was inaccurate, and it wasn't just the Aurors who came... At the forefront was the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge.

Fudge was short and stocky, with a mop of gray hair and a worried look on his face.

He was wearing a strange mishmash of clothes: a pinstriped suit, a bright red tie, a long black cape, purple pointed boots, and a dark green top hat.

Behind Fudge, followed by two Aurors.

One of them was a tall, bald, dark wizard with a gold earring in one ear.

The other looked strong, with bristly hair kept short.

Marietta whispered: "It's Kingsley Shacklebolt and Dawlish. I heard my mother mention it."

Marietta's mother works in the Floo Network Administration of the Department of Magical Transportation, and she can be regarded as a wizard in the system.

Fudge walked up to Dumbledore. He tucked the dark green top hat under his arm, took out a handkerchief, and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Dumbledore sat motionless in his place, while the Minister for Magic stood aside like a minion.

Fudge looked at Dumbledore, who actually started to tense up.

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