"Really? have you discussed it?" Hermione said lightly, who, like Aven, didn't pay much attention to Quidditch, "I may not have noticed, well, Wood's departure will have a big impact on the team, right?"

"I think so. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info" Harry said, picking up a loaf of bread, "He's a great goalkeeper. ”

"But it's not bad to soak up a little fresh blood, is it?" Ron said, "By the way, Aven, your new broom?"

"It's not a big problem, you can make a handful before the selection, and if you want to make it in large quantities, you have to wait for a while. ”

At that moment, whoosh, click, click, hundreds of owls flew in from the high windows, and they landed all over the Great Hall, bringing letters and parcels to their owners, and at the same time spilling drops of water on the heads of the breakfast eaters.

Apparently, it was raining heavily.

Evan received today's Hogwarts Wizardry, and he glanced at it and handed it to Hermione.

After a while, Hedwig brought back a reply from his parents, along with a large bag of candy.

Evan's mother had prepared a lot of enough for Evan to share with everyone and use it to build a relationship or something, these Muggle candies were very popular, and judging by what she said in the letter, she was very proud of Evan to be the president of the boys' student council.

"I love this Muggle brand of chocolate!" Ron said, shoving the candy into his mouth.

"Then you can take a few more pieces!"

As Evan read the letter, Hermione scrambled to move the orange juice aside to make room for a barn owl with a wet Daily Prophet in its mouth.

"Why did you order that thing?" said Harry, annoyed, remembering Seamus again, as Hermione put a Nat in the little leather purse on the owl's feet, and the owl flapped its wings and flew away, "I didn't bother with that, it's all a pile of garbage." ”

"It's better to understand what the enemy is saying. Hermione said solemnly.

She unfolded the newspaper and kept herself behind until everyone had finished breakfast, and then showed her face again.

"Nothing!" she said simply, "nothing was said. ”

"There's nothing new with Rita either!" said Aven, putting the Hogwarts Wizardry Newspaper down.

At this point, Professor McGonagall handed out the class schedule from desk to table.

Evan hurriedly stood up and took the opportunity to tell her that he was going to organize activities over the weekend to familiarize first-year students with the campus.

In addition to being the Head of Gryffindor, Professor McGonagall is also the Deputy Vice-Chancellor of the school, and she is responsible for all this day-to-day business.

"I don't think it's a problem, although there is no precedent for this kind of school, but you have a good idea, it is really necessary to help new students get acquainted with the campus, and it is also within the responsibility of the student council president. Professor McGonagall said, lowering her voice, "By the way, Professor Umbridge didn't talk to you, did he?"

"No!" Evan shook his head, but it was sooner or later.

Considering Evan's identity and the strength he showed last night, Umbridge couldn't possibly let Aven go.

Whether it is dismounting or wooing, she will talk to Ai Wen alone.

"Okay, Aven, while I shouldn't say that as a professor, I have to warn you......"

While Evan and Professor McGonagall were talking, Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Colin were working on the new timetable.

"It's so bad that our first session was that horrible woman's Defence Against the Dark Arts lesson. Colin said.

"What's this, compared to today's lesson in the fifth grade, you're in good luck, you just have to endure one lesson. Ron sighed, waving the schedule in his hand, "History of Magic, two Potions lessons, Divination lessons, two Defence Against the Dark Arts lessons, Binns, Snape, Trelawney, and the woman named Umbridge, all on the same day! ”

"Don't I'm having a problem with my ears, is it?" said Fred, who had just arrived with Jocha and sat down next to Harry, "Hogwarts prefects don't want to skip class, do they?"

"Look how unlucky we were today. Ron grumbled, shoving his class schedule under Fred's nose, "I've never had a bad Monday like this." ”

"That's right, man. Fred said as he skimmed through the timetable, "It's the most unlucky timetable I've ever seen, and if you want, you can have some nosebleed candy, it's cheap." ”

"Why is it cheap?" said Ron skeptically, adding that Fred and George's products were so popular that they were always clearly priced.

Aside from the fact that Evan gets a whole bunch of giveaways every year, there is simply no way for others to get prank products for free from them, not even discounts.

That also includes Ron, their own brother.

"Because the nosebleeds keep going on and on, and eventually you end up in a ball. We haven't figured out an antidote yet. George said as he began to eat a piece of smoked fish, "I suspect that there are too many poisonous bean sprouts seeds!"

"Thank you. Ron said sullenly, putting the class schedule in his pocket, "I guess I'd better go to class." ”

"Speaking of quick-acting truancy candy. Hermione glared at Fred and George sternly and said, "You can't put an ad on the Gryffindor bulletin board to recruit experimenters. ”

"Who said that?" said George, looking surprised.

"I've decided with Aiwen's research. Hermione glared at him, then added, "And Ron." ”

"It's none of my business. Ron said quickly.

Hermione turned her head and glared at him in a huff. Fred and George chuckled.

"It won't be long before you're going to change your tune, Hermione!" Fred said, spreading a thick layer of butter over a piece ......of baked dough, "Any idea why we had plans to make skipping candy?

"yes, you're in the fifth grade today, and you'll be begging us to skip class soon. George said.

"Why does fifth grade mean I need to skip class?" Hermione asked.

"Fifth grade is 0.W.Ls years. George waved his hand disapprerovingly, as if to think it was something that didn't need an explanation.

"So what?"

"That means you're going to have to deal with the exam endlessly, aren't they? they're going to be grinding your nose like a grinding wheel, and they're going to wear out the skin on the tip of your nose. Fred gloated.

"Just for the sake of 0.w.Ls, half of our classmates in the grade had a little trouble. George said happily, "Crying nose and wiping tears, tantrums, Patricia Stinson fainted at every turn......