miss foley of hp hogwarts

The white snow melts, and the yellow grass outside Hogwarts is gradually covered with green.

Ace was sitting in Hagrid's hut, tasting his signature snack - rock biscuits.

It's not so much tasting, but rather grinding her teeth. Her movements are very similar to the little pig holding a rock cake and grinding her teeth.

Because he was busy with various things, Ace simply left the piglets with Hagrid. He liked these little things very much.

"Look, Robert likes the rock cake I made so much! Haha!" The loud laughter shook the room and a layer of dust fell.

Robert is Hagrid's new name for the piglet.

The little pig who was busy grinding his teeth raised his head and looked at Hagrid suspiciously. He didn't see any movement from him for a while, and then he resumed his struggle with his head buried in the ground.

It accepts the name well.

Ace put down the rock cake with a corner missing, took a sip of the sweet milk tea, and said gratefully, "Thank you, Hagrid."

This made Hagrid scratch his head in embarrassment, "It's nothing, Ace, it's just a small thing."

"I'm sorry to trouble you, but also asked Mr. Newt to send me photos."

As he spoke, he took out a large stack of photos, all of which were filled with various magical animals.

It can be seen that it is very well preserved, without any wrinkles or curls, and it is neatly placed in the album.

Some of them were sent by Mr. Newt himself, and some were sent by Stephen. It is obvious that the photos taken by Stephen are full of vitality, while Mr. Newt's photos are more academically rigorous.

Ace smiled, "I believe Mr. Newt will be happy to share this with you."

"Ace—"

Astha's voice flew in from the window like an oriole.

She held a large bouquet of wild flowers and inserted it into the small wooden bucket on the Haig window. The smile on her face lit up the whole room.

"Does it look good, Hagrid?"

That was the small barrel that Hagrid placed specially for her. Asta was always willing to do these things when he came here.

Hagrid nodded broadly, "It's so beautiful, little Asta!"

"We have to go, Hagrid."

The distant bells of Hogwarts Castle came, and Ace stood up and had to go back.

Hagrid stood at the door of the cabin and watched the two people go away.

Such a leisurely and simple time can only be enjoyed here with Hagrid.

There was something unusual about the beginning of this semester.

Those Gryffindor activists who always love to confront Slytherin rarely stir up trouble, but they always look triumphant when facing them, which makes people confused.

The leaders, Sirius and James, always appear in Hogsmeade.

Even when Asta asked, Sirius remained silent and Lily looked embarrassed.

Lupine?Lupine would not give her a chance to ask about this matter, and he would make Asta dizzy by going around here and there.

But it doesn’t look like it’s going to be a bad thing.

This peaceful appearance convinced Voldemort that Ace was serious about recruiting Gryffindor students and disbanding his hostile organization.

As for the Death Eaters that Diane had worked so hard to recruit, she had only lost a few swinging and irrelevant ones due to her efforts.

It gave her a lot of leisure during this period, and she still had time to train the Ravenclaw Quidditch players.

However, since James joined the Gryffindor Quidditch team, there have been few occasions when the other three houses have won.

Many well-known Quidditch teams have already announced that they will book him to join their teams. Colt also often asks James which team he likes when writing letters.

Dumbledore seemed to have told Moody what Ace had done, which made several members of the Order of the Phoenix feel very complicated.

Moody used strong methods to cleanse several Death Eater strongholds, ruining many of their good deeds and causing the Death Eaters to shrink.

The turbulent situation felt somewhat stable for a while.

Voldemort sent letters from time to time urging Snape to prepare some concentration potion, as if he was addicted to it, regardless of how expensive the potion was.

For a moment, it seemed like everything was moving in a good direction.

"Hurry, it's too late!"

"Slow down, Asta!"

Astara pulled Ace, and the two of them happily ran towards Hogwarts Castle.

Sirius was far behind, walking slowly.

Snape was waiting at the end of the covered bridge, letting the spring breeze ruffle his hair.

There are colorful flags everywhere in the castle, and occasionally you can find a colorful chocolate egg.

Opening it may reveal a delicate little gift, or it may explode into a handful of green toad stink bombs.

All this heralds the beginning of Easter dinner.

There is always a lot of delicious food at Easter, which is as sumptuous as a Christmas dinner.

The four long tables were piled with all kinds of food, including cakes covered with chocolate sauce, deliciously fried beef patties, sizzling roast chicken, cheese pizza that could be pulled out into long ribbons, and so on.

There is also a colorful fruit drink specially made for Easter, which is divided into many layers - Ribbon Juice. Each layer has a different taste.

You can only drink it at Hogwarts, and it's said to be a private recipe from Hufflepuff.

Colorful fireworks exploded in the auditorium, drifted halfway down, and gradually turned into light and disappeared, and all the students cheered.

The banquet has officially begun.

"When I woke up this morning, there were a lot of easter eggs on Weisen's bed! It scared us a lot!"

"Merlin's beard, you have no idea how chaotic the situation was."

"When the seniors heard the news, they stood at the door and laughed so hard that they couldn't stand up straight."

"Unlucky Wesen!"

"The girls have all heard about this..."

This is a time-honored tradition.

On Easter Day, the four major academies put together a game where you provide materials, I provide technology, you provide bad ideas, and I perform extraordinarily well, and randomly select an unlucky egg as the "Chicken Mother" to produce Easter eggs for everyone.

Even Ace was pulled over to carve a complex rune to help them complete the idea of ​​turning dreams as raw materials into the contents of easter eggs.

It seems that this year, the unknowing first-year freshman "Weisen" was drawn and "laid" a bunch of Easter eggs on the bed early in the morning.

An unlucky and lucky little badger.

Gryffindor was still a little frustrated that his own house was not drawn this time.

“Who smoked this year?”

"What? Nate?"

"why?"

"This year's rules require the first Quidditch novice to score a goal." The little lion, who knew the inside story, shrugged.

Dumbledore took out an easter egg from the hole in his desk and said, "Ah ha, it seems it's my turn this year!"

He shook the egg in his hand at the teachers in a showy manner, then broke it open, and a bomb candy fell out of it.

It fell on his purple robe and exploded into a handful of lemon snowflakes. Dumbledore happily shared the candy with the teachers.

"You're lucky this year, Principal Dumbledore." Professor McGonagall, who has always been serious, couldn't help but say.

I remembered that Professor Flitwick fired a stink bomb last year, which made her leave without even eating.

Last year, Hagrid fired a magic whistle, and the sound of "beep beep" echoed throughout the auditorium, causing her head to hurt for most of the day.

The students who were always paying attention to the professors were a little disappointed that the easter egg did not play a trick on the professors.

This is the only time of the year when you can "do the same thing"!