On Saturday morning, William and his family arrived at the auditorium early in the morning.

These two days were Quidditch auditions for the four houses, and everyone was excited and looking forward to it.

Veteran players like the twins and Cedric who have proven themselves on the field don't have to worry at all, their selection is just a one-time walk.

However, the twins and Cedric have completely different mentalities.

Although the strength of the Hufflepuff team has weakened a little, several key players are still in their playing years and have not graduated.

They reached the final last year and are still favourites this year.

Gryffindor was different, their captain and Seeker Charlie graduated, and the overall team plummeted and suddenly became a second-rate team.

They need to pick a new talented Seeker this year.

This position is not so easy to find, and most of the strength of students above the third grade is known to everyone.

The new batch of second-year Gryffindor students did not stand out in particular.

No matter how you look at it, you can't find it from the first grade, right?

Sitting at the dinner table in the morning, several people were still discussing it.

For this matter, the new captain Wood is anxious, and he talks all day long for the veteran players to dig out talents.

Professor McGonagall was under pressure, and she hinted at Wood several times...... Gryffindor hadn't won a Quidditch Cup for five years in a row, which was unimaginable in her time!

Professor McGonagall's tone was extremely serious, as if Gryffindor had not won the championship for so many years in a row, and the difficulty was not much lower than the Death Eaters' invasion of Hogwarts.

As we all know, Professor McGonagall has been an avid fan for decades, having captained Gryffindor Quidditch when she was in school.

William could only smile at this, Ravenclaw had not won a Quidditch Cup for eight years in a row.

It's still the only one of its kind than Ravenclaw.

In order to avoid Wood's ramblings, or more precisely his stinky feet, the twin brothers sat at the Ravenclaw table.

The few of them don't actually have a fixed location, Cedric is a Hufflepuff, and everyone often eats at the Hufflepuff table.

Basically, you can sit at a table with fewer people.

William even sat at the Slytherin table.

No one dared to scold him in front of him or show obvious disgust, especially when he was smiling with his wand.

Although William was born in Muggles, he was too strong, and he was the youngest Merlin medalist, this kind of Dumbledore-like genius, no one would want to provoke him.

After all, it's been 9191, and it's been eleven years since Voldemort stepped down, and that kind of paranoid pure-blood theory has long been out of the market, at least everyone won't show it on the bright side without fear.

What's more, many Slytherin wizards are also half-bloods.

Sitting at the Ravenclaw table, several people were still discussing Quidditch.

The twin brothers are going to Quidditch in a moment, while William, Hermione, Cedric, and Cho are going to Hagrid's hut.

Hermione had been completely isolated, and not many of her peers were willing to talk to her, especially Ron.

But she didn't notice this either, and spent most of her time studying in the library with William except for classes.

At that moment, dozens of owls swarmed overhead, circling the auditorium, dropping letters and parcels into the crowd of conversations.

Then, another big gray creature circled around the Gryffindor table and flew towards Ravenclaw.

It was too old to fall smoothly, so it fell headlong into the milk jug of the dining table, and suddenly the milk and feathers splashed everyone.

"Errol!" Fred frowned, "How did it come?" ”

George lifted his talons and pulled the wet owl out.

Errol collapsed on the table, legs in the air, and a wet red envelope in his mouth.

"Oh, oh no—" Fred cried out.

"It's okay, it's alive." Hermione cautiously poked Errol with her fingertips.

Bobo Tea leaned on the table and sniffed the owl with her nose.

As if sensing a cat watching over it, Errol shuddered his paws.

"Hah—there's a good show." Cedric pointed to the red envelope, a smile on his lips.

"What's wrong?" Hermione asked.

"Letter - Mom sent us a yelling letter." Fred said helplessly.

"You'd better turn it on quickly," Cedric excitedly said, "and if you ignore it, it'll explode and scream louder." ”

But the twin brothers did not dare to open it, and the corners of the envelope had already begun to smoke.

"Can I block out the sound with the 'earbuds closed'?" George looked at William and asked quickly.

"No, the shouting letter is so loud that it must not be able to cover it." William shook his head.

Listening to this spell with the earbuds closed will only cause the people around to hear the buzzing sound, making it difficult to hear the caster's whispered speech, but it will not be effective for roaring letters.

"Frozen Spell ......"

"Well, maybe, but if it fails, it will have the same effect as not turning it on, making it louder, are you sure?"

"Confusion Charm?"

Several people seemed to be engaged in an academic discussion, completely ignoring the roaring letter, but the fire of the roaring letter became more and more obvious, and it was about to explode.

"My confusion spell is so-so, but it's easy to make the letter think it's been opened."

William pulled out his wand, and less than two seconds later, he put it away, sat down lightly, and continued to drink his milk.

"Success?"

"Nope." William shrugged.

"Then you still drink milk so calmly?" Cedric was speechless.

"Apparently Mrs. Weasley was prepared." William said helplessly.

"She added a few spells to the envelope ahead of time, and whenever someone tried to cast a spell on the howler letter, she would ...... directly"

Boom!

Needless to say, everyone knew the result, and the roaring letter suddenly exploded with a roar. A loud noise filled the auditorium, shaking the dust off the ceiling.

“…… I felt very sad, very guilty, and very self-remorseful......

I didn't manage you well, I got into trouble every day, I bought a few maps to care about you, and I dared to ignore my letter!

If you go on like this, I won't be surprised if you get expelled from school, and I'll see how I'm going to clean you two up.

Right now! Immediately!! Right away!!!

Send me the Hogwarts map without a second of delay, or I'll have a yelling letter every day......"

Mrs. Weasley's shouts were hundreds of times louder than usual, and the plates and spoons on the table were so loud that 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, you're late every day, and you're late with Harry, so you're embarrassed to write to me and ask me to give you money to buy references!

Are you sure you're taking the money to buy 'references' and not snacks? If you don't study hard, if you're late, I'll yell at you every day to ......wake you up."

Ron was lucky that he wasn't in the hall, he was still sleeping and missed the yelling letter.

After a few moments, the roaring stopped, and the ears were still buzzing.

There was merry laughter in the hall, and the sound of speech began to sound again.

The twins sat dumbfounded, as if they had just been washed by the tide.

To give or not to give, this is the question:

Should we silently endure the merciless blow of the roaring letter,

Or give up the night tour and immerse yourself in the boredom of campus life?

Which of these two behaviors is safer?

Weasley Brothers: We're not human!

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(The third update, it's over!) Finally, I don't have to stay up late. ）