The latest chapter in the Harry Potter Bastard novel

Early the next morning, Draco came to the Great Hall for breakfast with a grievance on his face – he couldn’t believe that Harry and Ron were still in school! They weren’t even expelled!

“I can’t believe it! How can they do this! This is the cover of the red fruit! Draco was indignant as he ate his breakfast.

“Okay, don’t be so resentful.” Solim smeared the ketchup and handed the toast to Silna on the side, “If there is a grudge, it should be the Ministry of Magic’s Reversal Incident Team, and they should have a grudge.” They must have worked overtime again last night. ”

Harry and Ron were driving the flying Ford and were seen by many Muggles, and whether they called the police or told others, in short, many Muggles would hear about it. Those poor memory writers must have been busy last night, witnesses, police or newspaper operators, ordinary people who heard the news of flying cars, these people’s memories had to be processed, and if they met Ron’s father in the Ministry, they would definitely not give him any good face. Usually these poor memory writers are busy enough, which adds to their confusion, and the Ministry of Magic has no internal complaints, otherwise Mr. Weasley’s salary this month is estimated to be enough.

This is simply a model of pit daddy, which is simply the standard template for bear children. But Ron is thankful that it is not popular to beat children, otherwise this kind of thing is put to another place, and parents will run to the school and beat the child in front of the whole school.

“I just saw it when I woke up in the morning, and the professors didn’t even deduct their marks!” Draco was still complaining endlessly, in his opinion, Dumbledore might not fire Scarhead and Weasley, but he had to deduct points, right? Scarhead was simply like Dumbledore’s own son, who made such a big mistake and finally failed.

“Don’t be silly,” Solim said, “they didn’t officially start school at that time, so naturally they won’t deduct points.” Only when the opening dinner is over, the semester officially begins. ”

“I’m out of appetite…” Draco looked at the food on his plate with a dejected look, then looked at the Gryffindor table, and said to Solim, “Look at Scarhead and Weasley, they even talk and laugh, don’t they know…”

Before Draco could finish his words, he was interrupted by the owls. Then Draco saw Weasley receive a red envelope.

“Haha! You see, Weasley received the yelling letter! Draco said excitedly.

Meanwhile, at the long table in Gryffindor.

“No… No…” Ron gasped.

“It’s okay, it’s alive.” Hermione on the side poked the owl with her finger, she had just finished teaching the two men – she had no chance last night, because as soon as Harry and Ron returned to the Gryffindor common room, they were surrounded by a large crowd, and they were celebrating, as if Gryffindor had won the House Cup, and they had never seen them so excited even if they had won the House Cup last semester.

“No… Not the one… This…” Ron was a little incoherent. Apparently, something scared him.

“You’d better open it quickly,” Neville persuaded, “you have to open it, or the consequences will be worse.”

Harry and Hermione didn’t know what was so scary about the red letter—they didn’t know what a yelling letter was.

“It’s a ‘yelling letter,'” Neville explained to Harry and Hermione, “My grandfather once sent me one, and I ignored it at the time, and it turned out… It’s scary anyway. ”

Seeing Ron tear open the envelope, Neville quickly covered his ears with his hand still with jam. The jam rubbed Neville’s face, and Harry and Hermione hadn’t reacted yet, they didn’t know why Neville’s reaction was so loud – but the next second the two of them were little wizards from Muggle families who knew, and it would be unforgettable for a lifetime.

There seemed to be a violent explosion in the auditorium, everyone’s eardrums suddenly rattled, and the dust that had accumulated on the ceiling of the hall for many years fell down.

An angry female voice instantly filled the hall: “Stole the car!” I wouldn’t be surprised if they expelled you from school. If I catch you, you’ll have a good look. I don’t think you ever thought about how worried Mom and Dad would be when they found out that the car was gone…”

Mrs. Weasley’s voice was amplified at least a hundred times, and anger echoed through the hall. The dishes and knives and forks on the long table were shivering under Mrs. Weasley’s roar—as was Ron.

The people in the hall were startled, and many people sat with their backs to them. Solim even saw a Ravenclaw senior stab his fork in the face at the sudden loud noise—he was lucky not to poke it in the eye, knowing that even in the wizarding world, there is no potion that can cure a blind man.

Solim was much smarter, he had already put a “closed earplug” on himself, and he was enjoying the expressions of everyone in the hall when they were frightened.

Mrs. Weasley’s roar continued:

“…… I received a letter from Dumbledore last night, and I think your dad will die of shame. We never taught you to do that, you and Harry should have crashed to death…”

Harry finally waited for his name to appear. He pretended to put his hand in his ear so that he could not hear the sound that resounded through the hall. “…… It’s simply a shame for the family, your dad suspended from the unit for questioning, it’s all your fault! If you dare to take another wrong step, we will take you home immediately. ”

Finally, when he finished speaking, people still buzzed in their ears. The red envelope fell from Ron’s hand to the ground, and soon it automatically caught fire, burning to ashes at once. Harry and Ron sat in their seats, speechless for a long time.

Mrs. Weasley finally finished yelling. The hall was instantly filled with cheerful air. The students laughed and looked at the Gryffindor table, talking to each other about what had just happened – except for the poor Ravenclaw senior, who covered his face with his hands and went to the school hospital.

Of all the people gloating, Draco was certainly the happiest. He swept away the resentment on his previous face and became radiant again.

“Hahahaha…,” Draco laughed as he gloated as he pounded the table with his hand, “It’s really enjoyable, I suddenly feel that the Weasleys are not useless, at least the way they educate their children is eye-opening… Hahaha”

“So do you have the appetite to eat again now?” Solim handed Silna another slice of jam-slain toast.

“You’re right, I’m just having an appetite right now. Ha ha. ”

Shaking his head, Solim ignored Draco, who was already happy and crazy, and continued to spread jam on the toast.

After breakfast, the Gryffindors and Slytherin sophomores walked to the greenhouse, and their first class of the new semester was Professor Sprout’s herbology class. And today in the greenhouse they will come into contact with the same material that Solim has already prepared – mandrakes. However, the mandrakes of this season are not yet mature, so these younger students can touch, if it is a mature mandrake, it is the teaching content of the upper grades.

As Solim and Draco were walking on the road, Hermione quietly touched them. It was clear that she now had a whole bunch of things to say to Solim.

“Last night was a disaster,” Hermione said, holding the book and rushing at Solim, “They would have thought it was an honor… And many of the seniors thought so, they were actually celebrating the two troublemakers last night…” Sighing, Hermione said, “Solim, I’m starting to regret my choice a little now, maybe you’re right, Ravenclaw might be more suitable for me.” ”

“That can’t be said,” Solim responded, “Every house has their own qualities, Gryffindor’s traits are courage and bravery, but few of those Gryffindor students can distinguish between recklessness and courage, they basically use trouble as a means to show their bravery, rest assured, it will be fine.” Solim smiled and enlightened Hermione.

“Will it get better? It can’t be, right? Will they correct those stinky problems? Hermione looked at Solim incredulously.

“No, I mean – you’ll get used to it.”