HP the red-haired savior

The next day, Hisoka met Harry and Ron at the Gryffindor table. They looked ill and listless, with two dark circles under their eyes.

"Harry~ where did you go yesterday?" Hisoka blinked, "I haven't seen you, and Ron~"

"Forget it." Harry sighed, "Yesterday was a nightmare!" he whispered. "Can you imagine? When Ron and I were about to cross platform nine and three-quarters yesterday, we were actually blocked by a partition wall!" Harry's face was horrified, and he recounted yesterday's unlucky experience in grief and indignation. , and ended with being caught by Snape, "I can't believe it! I just happened to be seen by the old bat, my God!"

"By the way - why didn't I see Ginny?" Ron asked, leaning over.

"She went to Slytherin!" Hisoka replied with a smile.

"What did you say?!" Ron cried out in surprise, and Hermione covered his mouth.

"Ron Weasley!" the little girl roared, suppressing her voice, "Why are you screaming so loudly!"

Ron still looked stunned, obviously shocked by what Hisoka said.

Hermione glared at him and put her hands down: "Why are you so surprised that Ginny has gone to Slytherin?"

"That's Slytherin!" Ron's expression was quite rich, "Slytherin!" Tete emphasized again.

However, as a little witch who didn't grow up in the wizarding world, Hermione didn't have much feeling for the word "Slytherin". She didn't understand what Ron wanted her to understand. .

"Ro-en!" The little witch said seriously, "Although Slytherin's personality is very different from that of Gryffindor, and even though I don't like Slytherin very much, but—" She paused and continued Said. "We are all Hogwarts students!" Hermione, who had just entered her second year, was far less disgusted with Slytherin than she was later.

"Hermione!" Ron said with a "what are you talking about" expression, his eyebrows raised high.

At this moment, there was a loud noise from not far away. Hundreds of owls swarmed in, circled in the auditorium, and threw letters and packages into the talking crowd.A big, bulging package fell on Neville's head, and then another big, gray thing fell into Hermione's jug.Suddenly, milk and feathers splashed all over them.

"Errol!" cried Ron, pulling the wet owl out with its talons.Errol was sprawled on the table with his legs out in the air and a soggy red envelope in his mouth.

"Oh, no—" Ron cried out.

"It's all right, he's still alive," said Hermione, prodding Errol lightly with her fingertip.

"No - it's that." Ron pointed to the red envelope.

"Eh? What is that—" Hisoka narrowed his golden eyes, and there was a faint magic around the envelope, which made Hisoka a little curious.Even in the wizarding world, he had never seen such an envelope.

"That's a Howler letter—" Ron replied feebly.

"You'd better open it, Ron," Neville said in a low voice, leaning closer, "it's worse if you don't open it. Grandma sent it to me once, and I ignored it, and then—" He took a breath, " terrible."

"Howling letter?" Harry asked, looking at the terrified eyes of Ron and Neville, he was very puzzled, "What is that?"

No one answered his question, Ron's attention was all focused on the letter, the corners of the envelope had started to smoke.

"Open up," urged Neville. "Just a few minutes..."

With trembling hands, Ron carefully took the envelope from Errol's mouth and tore it open.

Suddenly, a loud noise filled the entire auditorium, shaking off the dust on the ceiling.

"...I won't be surprised if they fire you after stealing the car. Let's see what I do with you. You probably never thought about how your father and I felt when we found out that the car was gone. . . . " It was Mrs Weasley's shout, a hundred times louder than usual, rattling plates and spoons on the table, echoing deafeningly from the four stone walls.Everyone in the auditorium turned to see who had received the Howler letter. Ron huddled in his chair and could only see a red forehead. "Your father almost 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..."

Hearing his own name, Harry couldn't help but feel his face burning, and he tried his best to pretend that he didn't hear the voice.

"...It's so irritating. Your father will be censored in the work unit. It's all your fault. If you don't behave according to the rules, we will bring you back immediately!" The roar stopped, and the buzzing in the ears was still there.The red envelope that had fallen from Ron's hand caught fire, curling and turning into ashes.

"Oh—so that's what it means~" In the silence, Hisoka's slightly rippling voice was extraordinarily clear.

Following his words, the little wizards in the auditorium gradually resumed their conversation, but some people still looked towards Harry and Ron from time to time, and that kind of look made Harry and Ron feel a little uncomfortable.

"Tsk, stupid Bo...Weasley." Draco sat on the long table in Slytherin, cutting the apple pie gracefully. He seemed to want to laugh at Harry, but when he thought of Hisoka's The other name was also Potter, so I had to change it awkwardly.

"Please don't say that about my brother!" Unexpectedly, after he finished speaking, a Slytherin retorted aloud - it was Slytherin's freshman this year, Ginny Weasley.

Draco frowned almost subconsciously - oh, oh, oh!A Weasley!A Weasley in Slytherin!He could feel the uneasiness in his heart, which was magnified again the moment Ginny Weasley retorted.

"Draco." Blaise shook his hand, feeling that the young master's hand was a little unnaturally tense, so the chocolate-skinned boy showed a very comforting smile to the young master Malfoy, "Calm down a little."

Draco gave a soft "tsk" and withdrew his hand.

"Mr. Malfoy, please apologize!" Originally, this matter was over, but Ginny Weasley spoke again, and this time her words made the entire Slytherin quiet.

Lying, lying!Make Malfoy apologize!Make Malfoy apologize to Weasley!

Draco raised his eyebrows high, raised his chin, and curled the corners of his mouth into a sharp arc, his tone was uniquely elegant but dangerous: "Weasley... what are you talking about? "