Confusion, unprecedented chaos.

It stands to reason that the owl messenger that appears every day at breakfast time has become the most common sight of the Hogwarts students during breakfast, and the students have long been accustomed to drinking porridge while waiting for the mail to arrive.

Owl messengers from all over the world would fly into the Great Hall through the curved windows in the dome of the castle's foyer, and fly around the tables of the four colleges until they found their respective owners and threw the letters or parcels into their arms.

Even when there are no letters, pet owls sometimes fly in, huddle around their little master's seat and rub affectionately for a small bite of bread, and then flutter their wings back to the owl shed to sleep with the other owls on campus.

However, when hundreds of owls turned into thousands, everything turned into a nightmarish disaster.

The sharp and noisy chirping of owls, the fluttering of thousands of wings, and the clashing of owls from all over the country and around the world hovering and colliding over the auditorium.

Immediately afterward, the owls, who had been circling in the Scottish Highlands all night, fluttered their wings and pounced on the tables of the various colleges after delivering the letters, scrambling for food and water on the long tables.

Amid the exclamations and angry scolding of countless students, it seemed to be a light rain in the auditorium, and the owls did not care about any hygienic etiquette, and along with the overwhelming owls came clumps of droppings falling from the sky from time to time.

Outside the entrance of the auditorium, there was a dense torrent of owls fluttering up and down, trying to squeeze into the auditorium.

"Crazy, all crazy!"

"Close the auditorium door!"

Before he could sit down, Marcus and Cedric glanced at each other, and at the same time saw a hint of horror in each other's eyes.

Just finished a fierce spell confrontation, and the reaction speed of the two had not completely relaxed.

The next moment, Marcus and Cedric jumped up in unison, pounced on the door, and slammed the auditorium door shut.

Bang!

As soon as the two of them closed the door, a series of violent crashes rang out from outside the door, and at least dozens of reckless owls slammed into the main entrance of Hogwarts Hall, causing the huge bronze door to tremble slightly.

Cedric Diggory pulled his wand from his wizard's robes, his left hand shook deftly in the air, and he said aloud against the door, "[Quickly block Obsidio mora]!"

"[Quickly block Obsidio mora]!"

Marcus Flint, who was standing next to Cedric, drew his wand and unleashed the blockade spell.

Click, the door locked.

Two magical rays of luster flashed through the outline of the bronze door, as if a film had been applied to the surface of the door.

In this way, no matter how powerful the impact outside the door is, as long as there is no magic spell to solve the spell, the power of the owls alone will not be able to break through the gate for the time being.

"Oh my God, what the hell is going on. Marcus Flint grinned and shifted his shoulders, feeling that everything was starting to feel strange after returning to Hogwarts after a summer vacation.

"I don't know, but I obviously can't let them into the auditorium anymore. ”

Cedric shook his head blankly, looked up at the auditorium, and muttered, "You know, even then, the auditorium is messy enough. ”

Smack.

Syllable.

A tan barn owl flew towards Cedric and threw an envelope on his lap. At the same time, a grey forest owl also dropped an envelope into Marcus's arms.

"How can there be a letter from home?"

Cedric affectionately touched the barn owl on his shoulder, frowning a little confusedly, "I shouldn't have left anything at home—"

"Oh, hell—" Cedric picked up the letter on the ground and read it, a page of newspaper slid out from behind the letter, "Is the Ministry of Magic crazy to further cut the daily expenses of Hogwarts schools, as well as reduce the salaries of most employees, and then buy Hogwarts back with gold Gallons?"

"For the sake of political performance, it's normal, but it's just the loss of some inconsequential members and the interests of the students. Cornelius Fudge could have become the first-ever Minister of Magic to own Hogwarts, why wouldn't he do it. ”

Marcus Flint shook off the letter and sneered, "In order to achieve this purpose, it is really ugly to throw the mastermind behind the scenes on someone who has disappeared for ten years." The Dark Lord's embrace would not exchange the Golden Galleons for some despicable Muggle currency. ”

"The Dark Lord?" Cedric frowned, about to say something.

At this time, Professor McGonagall, dressed in dark purple wizard robes, walked quickly from the faculty seat, swept her eyes over the door of the auditorium, which was temporarily sealed by the spell, raised her wand and walked to the door, knocked again, and turned around.

"Oh my God, I guess at least a third of the owls in the UK are here. ”

Professor McGonagall paused, glanced at the two of them with sneering expressions, and her lips, which had been pursed since this morning, softened slightly, "Hopefully you two will be able to reflect your reflexes better in Quidditch than in brawls." Well, very beautiful spells. Each of you earned five points for your respective house. Now, go back to your long table. ”

As Professor McGonagall's voice fell, there was a crisp sound from the Hufflepuff and Slytherin's House Splitting Hourglass next to the foyer, and five diamonds and five emeralds clanged to the bottom of the hourglass.

"Thank you, Professor McGonagall. ”

"Okay, let's go back. ”

Marcus Flint and Cedric Diggory, who were still a little apprehensive, looked at each other in surprise, nodded hurriedly, and hurriedly ran back to their respective house tables, intending to share the joy with their classmates.

However, when they returned to the long table, they found that most of the students had no time to care about the change in house scores for the time being, and even Dumbledore's unannounced decision on the punishment of the two houses was not so important for the time being.

Almost every child in a wizarding family has received an envelope from home, and everyone is asking their children about the current situation at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

A large number of materials extracted or edited from various newspapers and magazines were passed among the students, and various weekly magazines, newspapers, and newsletters were piled up on the long tables of each college.

After a day of fermentation, the great turmoil that swept the wizarding world outside Hogwarts finally showed its fangs and edges, and for the first time, the carefree students felt the presence of stress at the center of the vortex, and the annoyance of bird poop that fell on their bodies and plates from time to time.

However, in this chaotic environment, two areas like a pure land stand out.

One was the position of Dumbledore's faculty bench, where countless owls lined up as if they had been trained, and one by one neatly dropped the envelopes behind the old man's chair, and none of the owls dared to land on the table where the teachers were.

And the other side......

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Goo ~ Happy Valentine's Day everyone~ ⊙▽⊙