On the first day of class, VIO continued the style of the first half of the year, rushing out of the Slytherin common room early in the morning, and then arriving at the Gryffindor long table, waiting for breakfast to fall from the sky. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Soon, after the long table was filled with bowls of porridge, plates of pickled herring, mountains of slices of bread, and plates of eggs and bacon, Ron and Harry sat down beside her with four black eyes.

Hermione then belatedly arrived, and when she saw Harry and Ron's appearance, the corners of her mouth naturally curled, and she said "good morning" to them proudly.

Vio knew she was content to join forces with Percy last night and successfully teach Ron and Harry a thorough lesson on the importance of following the rules.

As far as VIO himself is concerned, last night was also a night of great harvest and worth remembering.

Through Ron and Harry's descriptions, she discovers that in addition to Dobby, there is another force that is also secretly preventing Harry and Ron from returning to school normally.

Harry and Ron told her that there were only a few minutes left before the train departed on time, and they had pushed the luggage cart into the platform with all their strength, only to be knocked on all fours by the platform wall that had turned into a physical platform.

"Hedwig had been protesting to me, screaming and screaming, but how did I know what was going on that wall—" Harry said, looking helpless and confused.

"And then on the flying car, there was a swarm of black bat-like things in the air that crashed into us. A large area of black pressure, all of which hit the windshield like a cannonball, and the scene was quite infiltrating.

"Luckily, I have a knack for driving, and I have undone all the power drive magic in the car and let the car descend quickly to avoid them.

"Then, when we finally flew to school, the car landed on a berserk willow tree and was smoked half to ・・・・・・death," Ron said as he gestured with his arms outstretched.

Think about how difficult it is to see us again now, cherish it and let us go・・・・・・

Although Hermione and Percy didn't believe a word of Ron's words, they only praised him perfunctorily for his contribution to the protection of the migrating magical creatures.

But Vio vaguely guessed that the timing and place of those "creatures" would never be a coincidence.

They are like the wizarding assassin, mysterious and dangerous, and Ron's obsessive description of "black" adds to the vio feeling - there is definitely a connection between the two.

Vio thought back for a moment, and suddenly there was a warm heat source and a gentle tapping on his hand.

When she came back to her senses, she found a long package parked on the table in front of her, and a row of owls stood on either side of the package.

The one in the lead stood next to Vio, his brown eyes looking at her, as if waiting for her to confirm the package.

"For me?" Vio leaned over and untied the note from one of the owl's raised feet, and read it, Hermione, Harry, and Ron all read it.

But the slip was blank, with only a light pale blue cornflower printed in the bottom right corner of the note.

Hermione didn't see the cornflower, and she suggested that Vio send it to Professor Flitwick intact for a full spell test in case someone was playing a prank.

But Vio wanted her to know who sent it.

As the crowd grew, she moved the tray on the table a little nervously as she watched her eyes gather and hold the long object taller than she stood, and then placed it next to her seat.

She tried not to attract more people's attention as gently as she could—but how could it be, the thing was too long, and the packaging looked like a broom?

Well, it could only have been sent by the Santrill couple - they said when they put Vio in the car that it was the latest Broomstick Wheels 2001.

The Gryffindor classmates next to him stood up and watched with their necks raised, and many of them showed envious expressions. It seems that many of them have already guessed what it is.

Vio was wondering if there was a way to distract these people - honestly, she wasn't used to getting too much attention, and that's when the perfect time came.

A big, grey creature fell into Hermione's pot, flapping its struggling wings and bringing up feathers and milk, splashing Hermione and Harry, who was closer.

They were stunned for a moment, then hurriedly gathered up their robes.

Ron stared at the thing for a moment, then let out a cry that sounded like a shock and a realization.

"Errol!" he pulled the wet owl out with his talons.

Errol collapsed on the table, his legs stretched out in the air, and a red envelope in his mouth that had taken on an irregular pale red and dark red interweaving because it had been wet with milk.

"Oh, no—" Ron groaned as he held his head. He didn't seem to want to believe that what he saw was the truth.

Such an unusual behavior immediately shared the pressure of the eyes that had been focused on Vio, and everyone turned to see what he had discovered.

"Hey, it's okay, it's alive. Hermione said, poking Errol lightly with her finger.

"No, no—it's that. Ron pointed to the red envelope. "Mom - sent me a yelling letter. ”

vio At this moment, conscience and nature are at war between heaven and man.

She wished that the red envelope would burn up quickly so that she could see the power of the legendary Howler Letter, but she also felt that it was unfair to Ron.

Soon, though, Neville defused her ambivalence.

With a shy and sympathetic smile, he whispered to Ron and Harry, "You'd better open it, Ron, it's even worse if you don't open it・・・・・・ grandma sent it to me once, I ignored it, and as a result, I guess I won't forget it in the future." ”

Harry was still asking what the yelling letter was, but a puff of green smoke had begun to rise from the corners of the envelope, and it seemed that burning could happen at any moment.

"Open it up—you can't run—" Neville urged.

Ron closed his eyes, reached into Errol's mouth to take the envelope with a painful expression, then paused for a few seconds, and with a twist of his heart, he tore it open.

Vio happily covered his ears with Neville, staring intently at the red envelope.

If Ron had noticed her longing for the show, he would have regretted that he had met someone like this.

Harry and Hermione quickly realized why they were doing that-

There was an explosion in the auditorium, no less powerful than the demolition team's building.

The huge fluctuations affected the entire Great Hall, and even the dust on the ceiling was shaken off, and with the cloudy sky it showed today, it looked like a flurry of snow.

Vio heard a first-year girl across from her say in admiration, "It's so beautiful!" and looked at Ron's pained expression, and she chuckled lowly.

"・・・・・・ stole the car! I wouldn't be surprised if you were fired! Come back and see how I'm going to clean you up then! Have you ever thought about how your dad and I felt when we found out that the car was gone・・・・・・

Mrs. Weasley's angry shouts were hundreds of times louder than the last time Vio spoke to her, and the plates and spoons on the table were so stiff that they shook about the same frequency as Ron's.

The whole hall turned to look at the owner of the roaring letter.

Ron cowered in his chair at this point, and all he could see was a flushed forehead. Harry mechanically put something in his mouth beside him, his movements stiffening in the same way as his expression.

Vio suddenly felt sorry for his smile.

She drew her wand and pointed to the roar that hung in the air like a radio in Mrs. Weasley's voice and cast a mute spell - one of the rewards of her summer torment.

"Silence forever. ”

In an instant, Mrs. Weasley's voice died out, and the aftermath of the last wave vibrated back and forth across the stone walls before gradually weakening to nothing.

The roaring letter in the air still opened and closed violently like a bright red lip, grinning in an incredible arc, but no more sound came out.

The red envelope eventually burned in its entirety, curled up and turned into ashes.

Everyone waited a little longer, saw that there was nothing to see, and continued with the previous thing—eating breakfast and chatting.

The whole auditorium was noisy again, and no one paid any attention to them anymore.

Professor McGonagall handed out the Gryffindor class schedule along her desk. Vio got up to say goodbye to Hermione, then took the package to Professor Snape at the Slytherin Table to get his class schedule.

Harry and Ron sat dumbfounded, as if they had been washed by the tide countless times.

"Alright, it's time for us to go to class. Hermione reminded softly. "The first session was Professor Sprout's herbal medicine class. ”