Chapter 63: Roaring Letters

The sorting house had begun, and Harry and Ron hadn't been at the Gryffindor table, and Hermione was a little restless, looking to the left and right that she couldn't even care about dinner.

One freshman after another was assigned to their respective colleges, and the number remaining was getting smaller and smaller. Harry still hadn't entered the Great Hall, and Hermione's face had turned a little desperate.

"Hey, Sephiroth, that scar really seems to be gone. I saw that Granger had a very bad face, probably because Potter had been expelled. haha！ ”

During the sorting ceremony, Draco speculated maliciously.

"Do you think it's possible? How could that old bee fire his 'boy who never died', and the Weasleys had always been his die-hards, and he would surely protect them. ”

As he spoke, Sephiroth squinted at Dumbledore, who was smiling and almost out of sight in the professor's chair.

"Oh, can't you just make me happy?"

Draco was a little annoyed, he wasn't unaware of this kind of thing, he was just making fun of that Harry.

"Huh? Don't be angry, just wait and see, I'm sure those two stupid lions will do something even more earth-shattering, and won't it make us even happier? Leave your current mood for the rest of that. ”

Harry's affairs Sephiroth didn't interfere this holiday, so naturally it won't change, if nothing else, those two guys should be driving a flying car and crashing into the beating willow.

A precious beating willow was injured by two second-graders who didn't know the severity of it, and that's a good excuse.

Oh yes!

Sephiroth remembered that the Muggles had even discovered their drive and had been photographed, which was so pleasant.

Arthur Weasley, the director of the Division for the Prohibition of the Misuse of Muggle Items, was found to be misusing Muggle items, and he was in bad luck again. Sephiroth believed that the magicians under his care would not let go of this opportunity if they were smart enough.

What's more, that time, Arthur Weasley, the bastard, broke straight into Stirling Manor, and his father, Mr. Sterling, never gave him a good gift in return. Will Mr. Stirling, who is the Deputy Minister of Magic, let go of such an opportunity?

May Merlin bless you!

Sephiroth drew a cross in his mind, and immediately reacted to the fact that wizards did not believe in the religion of the Cross, even though they somehow enjoyed Christmas.

Sephiroth inadvertently turned his head to find Professor Snape standing up and leaving the professorship. He walked out of the auditorium, not knowing what to do.

Are you going to get started?

Sephiroth thought to himself.

The sorting house was over, the dinner began, Harry and the others still didn't show up, and the professors left their seats one by one. A rumor spread out of nowhere, the great savior Harry Potter, who did not take the train this year, drove himself to school in a flying car, and crashed into a beating willow on the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

For the students of Gryffindor, this is a feat to be admired, what a courageous and courageous act.

But for the students of the other three houses, especially the Slytherin students, this was a blatant disregard for the school rules.

"Potter will definitely be expelled."

In the Slytherin common room, Draco asserted.

"Look at the newspapers, Potter and Weasley are in trouble, they are driving flying cars and are seen by Muggles."

Sabini ran through the door with a roll of newspaper in his hand, and he spread it out in front of everyone so that everyone could see what was written in it.

A photograph of Harry and Ron driving their cars into the sky. Oh, and of course a couple of crutches, because they were the ones who saw it.

"Oh my God!"

Pansy fell backwards in fright, there was nothing worse than this mistake for wizards in peacetime, when the secret of their magic was discovered by Muggles.

"Mr. Weasley may have to give a little explanation for his car, and if something like this happens during the suspension, maybe he'll lose his job."

"Maybe consider making a place for him in Azkaban, sooner or later he'll be sent in by his kid."

"That's a great idea, maybe we should write back and have a good conversation with Dad."

"I'm sure they're going to do more than we thought."

Something went wrong with the Weasley family, and the whole Slytherin erupted with great enthusiasm, just to get the most hated fall stone at this time, and the whole mind was about to smash his brain to burst.

Sephiroth nodded secretly, sure enough, the Weasley family can be said to be an enemy country among pure-blood families, and they have basically offended everyone.

"Tomorrow, maybe there's a good show to watch."

In the crowd, I don't know who snickered maliciously, and almost all the infected little snakes showed a dark and evil smile.

The next day, the Slytherin snakes got up early, and they arrived at the restaurant with a belly full of bad water.

Bowls of porridge, plates of pickled herring, mountains of bread and plates of eggs and bacon were on the table. None of these delicacies caught their attention, and the little snakes always had to glance at the Gryffindor table every now and then.

Harry came out, he was a little frustrated, and that was as it should be.

Seeing the main protagonist appear, the spirits of the little snakes suddenly lifted up, and the show was about to begin.

Hundreds of owls swarmed in, circling the auditorium, dropping letters and parcels into the conversational crowd.

At this time, no one in the little snake paid attention to the package they received, and the candy that usually made them look forward to it was temporarily put away by them.

They stared at the Gryffindor table without blinking, lest something interesting be left behind.

Sephiroth turned his head to look, and among the little snakes, especially Draco, his eyes were about to turn into bullfrogs, and his eyes were about to bulge out.

Sure enough, they got their wish and saw an interesting thing that made people appetize.

They see ......

"Errol!"

Ron shouted in the distance, pulling the wet owl out with his talons. The old, dull-looking owl was slumped on the table, legs outstretched in the air, and a wet red envelope in its mouth.

"It's a roaring letter!"

Draco shouted, the pure-blood wizard's children understood what it was, it was almost a nightmare for all of them, and apparently they were glad to see their rivals receive something like this.

Draco was pleased to see Ron's look of fear, and nothing could have been more exciting.

"Oh, no—" Ron cried out.

"Haha, that red-haired guy is going to be out of luck. However, it is better to cover our ears first. ”

Draco gloated as he looked at Ron, he knew exactly what was going to happen next, and he covered his ears to prepare for what was to come.

Ron reached out with a trembling hand and carefully removed the envelope from Errol's mouth and tore it open. A loud bang filled the auditorium like an explosion, knocking dust off the ceiling.

"If you steal a car, I won't be surprised if they fire you, and see how I clean you up then. You probably didn't even think about how your dad and I felt when we found out that the car was gone. ”

It was Mrs. Weasley's shouts, a hundred times louder than usual, that shook the plates and spoons on the table, and the echoes of the stone walls on all sides were deafening. The entire auditorium turned to see who had received the shouting letter, and Ron cowered in his chair, only a reddened forehead.

"Receiving Dumbledore's letter last night, your father was so ashamed that he almost died. We worked so hard to bring you up, but we didn't expect you to do such a thing, and you and Harry almost lost their lives. ”

"It's so infuriating, your dad will be censored at work, it's all your fault. If you don't follow the rules, we'll bring you back right away!" ”

The roaring stopped, and everyone's ears were still ringing.

"It's horrible, even if I cover my ears, the sound seems to penetrate into my brain."

Sephiroth was a little dazed, he liked the quiet, especially the silence of the library, and he was the least adept at this kind of fierce yelling.

In my memory, neither he nor the original Emperor seemed to have yelled so madly.

It was so rude, and the invention of the shouting letter was the greatest stain on etiquette.

Sephiroth thought with indignation.

"Do you hear that? Weasley is going to be censored, and it's best to sentence him to Azkaban. ”

Draco rubbed his ear as he said to Sephiroth. It's just that he didn't know that his voice at the moment was not much different from his roar.

But Sephiroth didn't know either, or that no one noticed that they were speaking several times louder than usual.

"Don't dream, Dumbledore won't watch his henchmen enter Azkaban, and it seems to me that the best thing to do is to fine them a lot of money, and Dumbledore will pay for him - and with our money."

Undoubtedly, Sephiroth's words had dashed Draco's good mood, and his face was dark, clearly anticipating the old bee's methods.

Obviously, he went to fine Weasley for money, but it turned out that Zuihou paid for it from their pure-blood family, which is a thing.

However, the pure-blood traitor was punished after all, and the little snakes were still happy to spend breakfast this morning.

"What's the afternoon lesson, Draco?"

Having finished Professor McGonagall's transfiguration class attentively, Sephiroth asked, rubbing his somewhat swollen brain.

"I'll see...... Well--it's Defence Against the Dark Arts, oh, it's Professor Gilderoy Lockhart's class-oh my God, it's with those rude guys again! ”

Draco took out his class schedule and groaned for a moment to lament that the relationship between Slytherin and Gryffindor was always disconnected by Dumbledore.