Slytherin House, where pure-blood wizard families gather, was undoubtedly the hardest hit by the Howling Letter this morning.

As far as the eye could see, the entire Slytherin table was littered with the remains of the roaring letters that had burned to ashes, and many people sat on the benches as if they had lost their souls, as if they had just been washed by the tide.

Of course, the same scene was seen at the long tables of the other three colleges.

Surprisingly, the second most miserable Slytherin is Hufflepuff House, which has always been quiet and low-key.

To be precise, if you count the number of letters written to their families, the probability of Hufflepuff wizards receiving yelling letters is almost 90% or more - compared to the few young wizards who only receive a harshly worded reprimand letter, and even have a strange happiness of winning the lottery.

"It's just horrible. ”

Draco Malfoy patted his chest, let out a long sigh of relief, and said with a sigh of relief.

If it weren't for Elena to stop him, he would have almost written a letter to his family to complain, but fortunately, he chose to follow Elena's advice at the last moment, otherwise he would definitely be indispensable in today's roaring letter rainstorm.

As the roar in the auditorium gradually stopped, the buzzing sound that lingered in people's ears finally began to dissipate.

The professors in the faculty seats tacitly drew their wands, tapped them lightly, lifted the "mute spell" imposed on them, looked at each other, and continued their previous conversation.

And the voice of the voice in the auditorium gradually resounded, although the voice was significantly lowered by at least two or three notches.

Not only that, but another effect of the yelling letter also appeared immediately - almost all the young wizards were trying to destroy the food in front of them with a bitter face, and did not dare to waste the slightest bit, even those students who did not receive the yelling letter.

Syllable.

Hermione gently put down her knife and turned her head to look into Elena's eyes.

"You knew this was going to happen? I think I heard you stop Ron from writing home to-"

"How is it possible, I'm not a prophet. ”

Elena shook her head, unhurriedly picked up a piece of grilled sausage and stuffed it into her mouth, and replied calmly.

"I just think it's a bit stupid to write a letter to my family complaining about the teacher. ”

This kind of thing must be unadmitted, and she is not a fool.

"Really?"

Hermione raised an eyebrow, glanced at the motionless little hair on Elena's head, and snorted suspiciously, but didn't press any further.

After a few seconds, Hermione's gaze involuntarily drifted to the bulging letter in Elena's hand.

"And what is this letter? Is it a new textbook sent to you by some author? ”

For some reason, Hermione seemed to sense a vague sense of crisis in the rows of ethereal fonts on the letter—as if her beloved doll had been targeted as a child.

"Oh, this, Mr. Lovegood's reply. He's the editor-in-chief of a magazine in the wizarding world called Singing Contrarians, and I've got a couple of articles coming out of his magazine next week, would you be interested in getting involved with the Age of Magic?"

Elena generously handed the envelope to Hermione, munching on the roast sausage in her mouth as she mumbled in her voice.

With this kind of scientific research task that involves reading a lot of literature, Elena naturally can't leave behind such a powerful humanoid calculator as "Miss Hermione Jack-of-all-trades", and she knows very well the allure of this kind of thing for the little beaver.

With just a little bait, this cute little Hermione will never be able to escape from her palm.

"Publish an article?!Age of Magic?!"

Sure enough, hearing Elena's nonchalant answer, Hermione instantly lifted her spirits.

"It's a bit complicated to say, and I can't make it clear for a while. ”

Elena glanced at Hermione, who was full of curiosity in her eyes, the corners of her mouth curled slightly, and said in a slightly regretful tone.

"It's a pity that I'm supposed to go back to my Hufflepuff dorm tonight to sleep, or I might be able to explain to you a little bit about the ins and outs...... Well, next time I have time, I'll tell you slowly. ”

"Huh?!!How can this be, it's a big deal......"

Hermione's eyes widened unwillingly, biting her lip, and said without hesitation, "Big deal, I'll accompany you back to the Hufflepuff common room tonight, and I won't check the number of people on weekend nights anyway-"

Sure enough, I took the bait!

The dumb hair on the top of Elena's head jumped proudly, it was really a simple and cute little wing, compared to the intrigue with the old radish, it was really interesting to play with the wings......

Friday's breakfast ended in this pleasant atmosphere full of New Year's flavors.

It should have been a very meaningful morning, at least to Elena—it would probably be difficult to see such a grand spectacle of a rainstorm of foreshadowing and rain at the same time for a long time.

For some, however, the truly important moment of history has only just begun.

......

The Potions classroom was located on the basement floor of the castle, which was noticeably colder than the main building above.

Although Elena still didn't know the way from the Great Hall to here, as soon as she walked into the classroom, she couldn't help but feel as if she was back on the home field, and because of her role as a teaching assistant, it was almost the most familiar classroom at Hogwarts.

By the time the young wizards arrived in the classroom one after another, Professor Snape was already sitting at the lectern at the front of the classroom, and the students who entered the classroom did not continue to speak because of Snape's invisible aura.

"I'm not going to sit with you in this class, I'm at the front. ”

In Hermione's slightly confused eyes, Elena waved her hand and walked to her exclusive spot - she wasn't the main character in today's lesson, so she just had to watch the play as well-behaved as she could.

"Very well, it looks like the people are almost there. ”

After a few more minutes of waiting, Snape took out his pocket watch and glanced at it, stood up and glanced at the students in the classroom, and after a brief pause in the classroom, he picked up the roster on the lectern and began the roll call.

Not surprisingly, Snape stopped abruptly when he called Harry's name.

"Harry Potter,"

Snape raised an eyebrow, his gaze swept over Harry's somewhat unsightly golden-red hospital uniform, and whispered.

"Oh yes, we've got some of the biggest names at Hogwarts this year. Gryffindor House is always home to so many famous wizards. ”

I don't know if it's a delusion, but Harry always felt that Snape used a strange tone that was slightly distorted when he read his last name, which made him even more nervous when facing Snape.

Obviously, Snape's initial impression of him didn't seem to be good as it was as it was - perhaps the rumor was true, that Professor Snape had been bullied by Gryffindor's bad students when he was in school.

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RUA～

Today's second chapter. The fat chicken tried hard to poke the keyboard with his paws ~ begging for a monthly ticket to feed

I'm going to be a codeword Ji today!A codeword Ji who doesn't have feelings!A ruthless codeword Ji!

PS: There's one chapter left to pay it off.,Hehehahaha!Finally, I can find a way to save the manuscript and touch the fish!

PS 2: If you don't have a monthly pass, it's good to give the fat chicken a little chapter to eat, of course, there is also a refill of the praise, what about the refill, have you forgotten again.