"You'd better take it apart right now." Neville's voice sounded a little shaky, which made his already rosy face turn pale.

"One time my grandma sent me a message, and I ignored it, and it turned out," Neville gasped, as if thinking of something horrible, "it was horrible. ”

"What the hell is this?" Harry hadn't realized the gravity of the matter at this point, and our savior only had a vague feeling that something was wrong.

"My mom, sent me a yelling letter." Ron said weakly.

"What letter?" Harry was still a little confused, and he didn't know much about the common sense of the wizarding world since he was a child.

He just felt that something wasn't quite right after Ron's owl had just plunged headlong into the cereal.

It's just a letter, what's the big deal?

Especially when Ron scooped up the unconscious Errol, some of the Gryffindor cubs spontaneously and quietly moved away from Ron after seeing that Ron had received such a red letter.

Now, around Ron, it's just him, Hermione, and Neville.

Harry looked up at Hermione, and the girl's expression seemed to be dazed, it was really strange that there was something Hermione didn't know.

What's all the fuss about, isn't it just a letter?

However, Harry soon realized how wrong he had been.

He noticed that Ron's trembling hands slowly tore open the red envelope, and Neville on the side hurriedly blocked his ears.

Why do you plug your ears?

Bang!!!

A loud explosion came from inside the letter, and the sound filled the auditorium in just a moment. Even overhead, on the ceiling, which could reflect the weather outside in real time, dust was shaken down.

Immediately afterwards, Mrs. Weasley's voice was full of anger, at least a hundred times louder than usual, unlike the charitable and kind witch Harry had in Harry's usual image.

“........ Stealing a car? I won't be surprised if they fire you, and I'll see how I clean you up then........."

Now, it's not just Gryffindor, but everyone in the four houses knows that someone has received a yelling letter. The students in the auditorium looked up and looked around curiously, wondering which hapless person had received the yelling letter.

"See, Terry. Do you want me to give you the whole car to send you to heaven? William smiled and quipped to Terry on the side.

He didn't think there was anything wrong with Mrs. Weasley, compared to Ron's lack of brains in this matter, and she couldn't talk about Harry.

Mrs. Weasley was not bad, so she sent a howling letter.

If he were Ron's dad and found out that his car had been stolen by Ron at a station, he would probably chase him all the way to the school and beat Ron with a belt in front of all the students in the auditorium.

When you do something, then you have to bear the consequences of it, which is fair, there is nothing to say.

"Forget it, forget it." As soon as Terry heard this, he waved his hand decisively, and he looked at Ron Weasley, who was already blushing and eager to find a crack in the ground to get into.

Is it so great to see the price from heaven?

"Leave this kind of risky thing to the brainless Gryffindors, we clever Ravenclaws wouldn't do such a foolish thing!"

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Terry, you know you're a Ravenkla! I thought you had forgotten.

“......... We worked so hard to bring you up, we didn't expect you to do such a thing, you and Harry almost lost their lives.........."

Mrs. Weasley's roar continued through the Great Hall, and the little wizards were biting their ears and whispering to each other, which was also something that could not be helped, compared to Mrs. Weasley's voice was too loud.

Most of the little wizards' eyes have a sparkle of schadenfreude.

Especially at Slytherin, William noticed that his best friend, Draco Malfoy, was on the verge of laughing. He clutched his stomach and looked like he was smiling.

“........... Your dad is being examined at work, and it's all your fault. If you don't follow the rules, we'll get you back right away! ”

Mrs. Weasley's roar came to an abrupt end, and then the red envelope, which had fallen from Ron's stunned hand, suddenly burst into flames, curling and turning to ashes.

"Poor Weasley!" William smiled, feeling insincerely, he didn't like Ron, and he was very happy to see him eat William.

However, that roaring spell of his own seems to be really feasible!

After watching the excitement, William's mind immediately jumped to the idea of a new spell.

Look at the power of this roaring letter, and wait for your own ranting spell to come out

If you come by surprise in a duel in the future,

"Hey, hey, hey!" A wicked smile tugged at the corners of William's mouth, and he could already feel the misplaced expressions of those enemies.

I'm such a genius!

"William, why is your expression so weird? Are you sick, why don't you go to Madam Pomfrey to see where you are? Ike asked weakly from the side, looking at William's face a little gloomy, and the corners of his mouth twitching unnaturally.

"Is it weird? I was just thinking about something. William raised his head blankly, was his expression so strange just now?

"The expression you just had, I don't think it's enough to be weird, it's just perverted." This is Terry who has not cleaned up, and he is talking to him.

"Iron Fist Swing!"

"Ahh The genius of Ravenclaw hits someone, hey! ”

.......................

After breakfast, William said goodbye to his roommate and walked towards the library on the fifth floor, Ravenclaw had no classes in the first period of the morning, only in the second period there was a Charms class with Gryffindor.

He was going to go to the library to look up some information, and at the very least, William didn't know anything about how the howling letter was made.

This is one of the reasons why William is so young and so capable, in addition to his visible talent, he has always maintained a curious spirit of exploration for knowledge, for those fields that he is not familiar with.

If you are not afraid that others are talented, you are afraid that these talented people will work harder than you.

William thought about the problem as he walked up the stairs, and William had already figured out the pattern of the constantly changing stairs, and soon he was at the door of the library.

William thought about it, but first found a no-man's corner, and summoned the black cat, Blake, from his shadow.

In this way, if you are really organized, you won't be injured by mistake.

Merlin is on top! Hopefully, this semester's library won't have any more moths.

After William's insincere prayer, he casually pushed open the closed door of the library on the fifth floor.

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