I was expelled from Hogwarts?

There was a car accident at Hogwarts.

A flying car hit the Whomping Willow at eighty miles per second.

If the Whomping Willow could talk, the first thing it would say would be... First of all, I didn't mess with anyone!

Then it's... I'm going to die!

Such a cool way of appearing on the stage naturally aroused heated discussions among the students. As they walked towards the auditorium, they discussed this matter excitedly.

No one cares about the life and death of Harry and Ron, but everyone cares about the flying car.

Shirley likes the freedom of flying very much, and often flies around in the box with Rove's improved Comet 220, so she is also very interested in flying cars.

She and Rove discussed the issue of the power source along the way. After all, it is impossible for a car to burn oil if it can fly from England to Scotland?

Hermione has covered a wide range of fields, and she even has a little understanding of momentum conservation, and has constructed a completely inelastic collision model, preparing to calculate internal forces.

When several people separated in the auditorium, Hermione had already had a whim, trying to introduce magic into classical mechanics.

It's a pity that the little girl doesn't study physics, maybe she can creatively put forward the theory of magic power in addition to the four basic forces.

Rove walked towards the Hufflepuff table, and when he passed the Slytherin table, he heard Malfoy boasting at the top of his voice:

I don't like Muggle cars, only idiots drive them, but I can get one as soon as I want it, and it's the most expensive.

Once for my birthday, my dad wanted to give me a luxury tractor... I heard that the Muggle Prime Minister and Queen all drive this thing for a ride.

Malfoy didn't say that the queen drove a van, and Rove was quite relieved.

As he sat down at the Hufflepuff table, he saw Justin and McMillan arguing too. They are discussing which is more comfortable to ride, a car or a broomstick.

Judging from Justin's tone, it seems that he spent most of his childhood racing in the streets.

McMillan criticized cars for being unsafe, after a car crashed into the backyard of his home and collapsed the kennel.

Justin did not know where to pull out a Muggle car show magazine, which was full of long-legged bikini car models.

McMillan stared at the big white headlights, and immediately conceded defeat in shame, admitting that Muggle cars were more comfortable.

He also made an appointment with Justin to go to see car models on Christmas... Ahhh, the car show!

Hannah and Susan unexpectedly didn't quarrel, but were desperately... making up for their summer homework.

At the dinner table of Hufflepuff College, a quarter of the students are doing homework. They write like a fly, and they have stimulated their lifelong potential.

Do you think the remaining three quarters of the students have finished writing?

wrong! Half of the little badgers are going to get up early tomorrow to copy their homework, and the other half are going to stop writing, what the hell!

The entire auditorium was so noisy that when the Sorting Hat sang, the students were all busy.

At the end of the song, there was only sparse applause, and even the twins stopped cheering. After all, their own brother secretly drove away the car, and his life and death are still uncertain.

The Sorting Hat said unhappily, Everyone doesn't seem to be very enthusiastic this year.

This is a song that it took a whole year to come up with. Although it is not as good as the early works, the quality is not bad.

Professor McGonagall took out a large roll of parchment. She didn't speak, but kept a straight face and pressed her lips tightly.

If it wasn't for sorting, she would have rushed into Snape's office to question Potter and Weasley why they did such a thing!

Seeing that McGonagall was silent, the Sorting Hat hummed a ballad it composed and composed.

Professor McGonagall had no choice but to raise his head and said, Please, please let go of my ears? I'm in a bad mood today.

Smallgard, what's the matter?

A student drove a modified flying car to the school, and was seen by Muggles. Professor McGonagall said irritably. It's been in the Daily Prophet.

Is it a Gryffindor student? the Sorting Hat asked cautiously.

Professor McGonagall held the parchment tightly, she stared at the sorting hat and said, Why do you think you are a Gryffindor student?

Except for Gryffindor, I can't think of any college students who can do such a thing. The Sorting Hat whispered.

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Professor McGonagall was a little bit heartbroken, and a little sad, why is the naughtiest student always in Gryffindor?

When you're sorting, can you have a snack and sort the non-naughty but excellent students into Gryffindor! Professor McGonagall discussed:

A Hermione Granger would be nice, and Ravenclaw's Shirley Swinton would be nice, too.

What about Rolf Scamander? the Sorting Hat hurriedly asked.

Professor McGonagall remembered what happened to him being masturbated, and quickly waved his hands: Let's forget about Scamander, I want to live a few more years.

Professor McGonagall ended the conversation and let the little wizards who had been waiting for a while start sorting. They walked to the three-legged stool one by one and put the broken hat on their heads.

Looking at the sorting hat, Rove suddenly remembered the third painting in Nico's Book of Abraham:

In a room, there is a sealed box with a tree growing on it. There is also a wizard holding a sword, and behind him is a turquoise dragon with a hat on his head.

If this picture depicts Gryffindor, the sword is probably the Gryffindor sword, and the hat on the green dragon's head, is it the sorting hat?

Rove was distracted for a while. Professor McGonagall had finished reading the names of the new students. She picked up the sorting hat and the small stool, and immediately walked out of the auditorium.

Everyone was stunned, she wouldn't hit someone with a stool, would she?

Professor Dumbledore stood up, looked at all the students with a smile, opened his arms, and made a welcome gesture.

I only have one thing to say to you. The headmaster's deep voice echoed in the auditorium: Enjoy the dinner to the fullest!

All the empty plates on the dining table were suddenly filled with food.

How did you do this? Neville asked, with his mouth full of bread and fried fish, he took a gulp of juice to wash down the food:

Dumbledore used magic to create these foods out of thin air?

No, food is the first of the five exceptions to the 'Gamp's Basic Law of Transformation', and no one can create edible food out of thin air. Rove explained:

Professor Dumbledore used the transfer spell to transfer the food prepared by the house-elf in the kitchen.

You almost won't be able to eat these delicious foods. The fat monk floated over.

What's going on? Rove asked, looking up.

Peves made trouble in the kitchen and almost ruined the dinner. The fat monk sighed.

Why would he do that? Neville asked curiously.

Peeves wants to participate in the banquet, but everyone thinks that if he attends the banquet, he will cause damage everywhere. Bloody Barrow held a meeting of ghosts...I advocate giving him this chance...Bloodman Barrow firmly disagrees.

Is the bloody Barrow very prestigious among ghosts? Rove narrowed his eyes.

It's more than prestige. The fat monk shook his head and said, Only he can control Peeves, although I don't know the reason.

By the way, Rove. The fat monk whispered:

A ghost asked me to bring you a message. She will find you in the Hufflepuff lounge at twelve o'clock in the evening...

Careful Barrow. He said cautiously again: There have been rumors that he likes the one from Ravenclaw Tower...you'd better not let him know...the two of you are secretly dating.

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With that said, why does it seem like you're having an affair?

Rove is a clean and honest man! !

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