Ancient Warlocks at Hogwarts

Although in Harry's and Ron's original minds, they really shouldn't be proud of driving a flying car to school, the Gryffindor students gave them completely different feelings, just like all People think it's a really cool thing for them to do this.

So until breakfast the next day, the two of them had bright smiles on their faces.

Only Andre knew that they would no longer be able to laugh after a while. Ron's mother had already sent a roaring letter last year, and she would definitely not forget this method this time.

Things were exactly as Andre had guessed. On the dining table filled with bowls of porridge and plates of pickled herrings, Harry and Ron were still enjoying breakfast happily.

Until Neville said: "The postman will be here soon - I think my grandma will send a few things I forgot."

Then a commotion began above their heads, and a flock of owls flew in from the door, hovering over the auditorium, dropping letters and packages into the conversing crowd.

First, a bulging package fell on Neville's head. It seemed that he had indeed forgotten a lot of things.

Immediately afterwards, another big gray guy plunged into Andre's milk jug. Suddenly, white liquid and gray feathers splashed out. Andre looked at his wet robe with a wry smile. .

"Errol!" Ron exclaimed, and immediately reached out and pulled the owl out by its talons.

Errol, who was soaked all over, slumped on the table, his legs straightened and stretched in the air, with a red letter in his mouth.

"Oh, no!" Andre, who was sitting opposite, could clearly see Ron's pupils dilating instantly.

"It's okay, it's still alive." The little witch gently poked the motionless owl with her finger and comforted her.

Unfortunately, it was not Errol that Ron cared about. He pointed at the red envelope with a horrified look on his face and said, "This is what I'm talking about."

"Is this!? A roaring letter!?" Harry's expression also changed. This was not the first time he had seen a roaring letter. However, last time Mrs. Weasley's letter was mainly to reprimand Ron, but this time, even if it was written with Buttocks thought, and knew that it must have something to do with what happened yesterday.

"You'd better open it, Ron," Neville whispered shyly: "It's even worse if you don't open it. Grandma sent it to me once, but I ignored it, and the result..." He sighed, "It's too It’s scary.”

Ron took a deep breath, and now the corners of the envelope were starting to smoke.

"Open it quickly," Neville urged. "You only have a few minutes."

Ron had no choice but to reach out with trembling hands, carefully remove the envelope from Errol's mouth, and tear it open.

Neville on the side immediately blocked his ears with his fingers, but Harry did not dare to do anything, after all, he might also be killed by Mrs. Weasley.

"...I wouldn't be surprised at all if they fire you for stealing a car. It depends on how I deal with you then. You probably haven't even thought about how your father and I felt when we found out that the car was gone. ..."

Andrea missed the last yelling letter because he was busy moving Norberta's house. This was the first time he saw the angry tone of Mrs. Weasley, who usually treated people in a docile manner.

It was much louder than usual, even making the plates and spoons on the table rattle, and the echoes from the surrounding stone walls were deafening.

Everyone in the auditorium turned around to see who had received the shouting letter again. Ron had already retracted his entire body into his chair, and only a red forehead could be seen exposed.

"I received Dumbledore's letter last night. Your father was so ashamed that he almost died. We worked hard to raise you, but we didn't expect you to do such a thing. You and Harry almost lost their lives... "

When Harry heard his name, he immediately became like Ron. He lowered his head, as if pretending that he would not hear the voice coming from the envelope.

"...It's so irritating. Your father will be scrutinized at work. It's all your fault. If you don't behave yourself, we'll take you back right away."

The content of the letter ended here. The red envelope that had fallen to the ground from Ron's hand began to burn, and soon curled up and turned into ashes.

However, Harry and Ron didn't seem to have come back to their senses. They sat blankly with no expression on their faces.

The auditorium, which had been quiet for a moment, gradually started to hear voices again. Hermione curled her lips and glanced at the two of them.

"Well, do you still expect Mrs. Weasley to let this matter go easily? You know, since the founding of Hogwarts, there have never been students as bold as you who drive a flying car. ..."

"That's enough, don't say these things to me," Ron retorted angrily: "Harry told you yesterday that the wall on the platform was enchanted and we couldn't get through it to get on the train. , will drive my dad’s car.”

Harry still lowered his head. He felt a little guilty at the moment. Mr. Weasley had to be examined by the Ministry because of their affairs. During the summer vacation, the couple were so friendly to him.

The little witch wanted to say something more at this time. She obviously didn't agree with Ron's words and thought it was just an excuse.

But Professor McGonagall was already handing out timetables along the Gryffindor table, so she had to keep her mouth shut.

Andre looked at the class schedule in his hand. Their first class today was Professor Sprout's Herbology class, which he would take with the Hufflepuff students.

"Okay, Hermione, I don't think Harry will deceive us about this kind of thing, but it happened by coincidence. Maybe we can investigate it when we have time." When Professor McGonagall walked away , Andre spoke for Harry and the others.

However, the little witch and Ron obviously started to have a cold war with each other again, and they began to ignore each other, just like before Halloween last year.

After breakfast, they walked out of the castle. The herbal medicine class was held in the greenhouse outside the castle. They had to walk through the vegetable fields to get there.

Different from last semester, the teaching location of this class is in the third greenhouse. Compared with the previous first greenhouse, the plants grown here are obviously more interesting. Of course, in the wizarding world, this statement often means more Land is dangerous.

The squat Professor Sprout wore a patched wizard's hat and many bandages on her arms.

Looking into the distance from the greenhouse door, you can see that many branches of the school's precious whomping willow tree are hung up by bandages. This is naturally caused by the work of Harry and Ron last night.

Fortunately, the headmaster of Hufflepuff didn't give them any trouble for this. The atmosphere in Badger House was indeed much friendlier than that of the other three houses.