Brandi still vividly remembers the impact of Ron's roaring letter. It wasn't just the buzzing tinnitus from the loud noise at close range that he remembered, but the simpler, crude, soul-piercing singing and shouting that for at least an hour after that, Brandy walked floating, his mind full of Mrs. Weasley's screams at the top of her throat, "You go, I don't have your son!" ”

And it was just a howling letter...... Not like now.

Looking at the jagged bright red in the pile of 'letter mountains' above the teacher's seat, even though he had put on earmuffs and basically isolated the sound of the outside world, Brandi still felt the fear from the depths of his heart.

Obediently, there must be more than a dozen seals just to see, and I don't know if I will tear down the castle after a while.

Brandy was not the only one who thought the same way, and the students who had recovered from the initial shock and excitement soon realized this, and their faces showed desperate expressions, shouting that letters would not leave them much time to escape, so there was an extremely rare and tragic scene in the auditorium, except for a small number of lucky guys near the gate who managed to survive, most of the students chose to sit on the edge of the long table as if they were dead, and began to cover their ears with their hands.

And at this time when their lives are hanging by a thread, some of the enviable senior couples have also begun to be exposed from the lurking, they have tears in their eyes to each other, and they have made each other the eternal vow of "you listen, I listen", such as Percy, a cunning guy!

Shocked! He actually got a girlfriend without knowing it from everyone!

When they saw the Ravenclaw prefect rush to hug him with tears in her eyes, Brandi's jaws were about to drop to the ground. Of course, not everyone who knew him was so surprised, and looking at the elated look of the Weasley brothers, it was as if they were about to have a birthday.

…… At this moment, Caro came out of the large pile of envelopes with a disgraced face. He looked embarrassed, as the envelopes weren't necessarily full of parchment, and perhaps bewitched tuber pus and dung eggs. His body was smeared at the moment, as if he had been splashed with a bucket of foul-smelling paint. His ugly face was twisted and twisted, and his dry hair had a stinking salamander's tail hanging from it.

"Who did this!" Standing in a circle of sonic bombs, he suddenly unconsciously scolded, "You'd better not let me know, otherwise I won't let you be expelled from school easily!" I swear! ”

Carlo threatened, then cursed, pulling his wand from his wet robes, and in a daze, he tried to burn all the envelopes with a spell.

Merlin is on top, he must be red-green blind.

Seeing that he didn't think about the common sense that the sound of the roaring letter would double when it met the fire, and began to recite a spell to set fire to the mountain, almost everyone silently pinched a cold sweat for him in the bottom of their hearts. Even Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick probably didn't expect the headmaster, who had at least been among the Death Eaters, to do such a stupid thing, and they teamed up to cast a large protective spell in a hurry, but due to the rush of time, they were not well prepared, and the scope of the protective charm was extremely unfortunate to separate Professor Carlo from his pile of 'fan letters'.

A few seconds later, Hogwarts was struck by the worst devastating attack in a century.

…………

By the time the last energetic envelope sprayed his 30,000-word speech into a cloud of curled ashes, Professor Carlo had been unconscious on the ground for almost five minutes. Now everyone can finally put down their hands, they are covered in cold sweat.

The power of dozens of roaring letters was beyond everyone's imagination, it was not as simple as one plus one at all, the surging sound waves were superimposed on each other, almost all of them had formed ripples visible to the naked eye, and the clean ceramic plates in front of Carlo's desk were already covered with cobweb-like cracks, and they would crumble with a slight finger. Not even Professor McGonagall's magic could completely stop the onslaught of the sound waves, and despite the magical precautions, they could clearly hear the hysterical screams of the screaming letters, and without exception, all of them were middle-aged women's voices.

"Wow, that's exciting!" Looking at the teacher's bench comparable to the ravages of a typhoon, George and Fred's eyes sparkled. "I didn't expect that the sound would be so destructive after it was so loud...... What do you say, Fred? ”

"I see what you mean, George."

There was no need for eye contact at all, and the two of them let go of their ears, and discussed what raw material costs and transportation costs made Brandi shy away, probably having made up their minds to add sound magic to the prank deluxe package for the two of them.

"Terrible, terrible." Ron happily removed the pink earrings from his head and looked at Principal Caro who was still twitching on the ground with pity. "I think I'm delusional, I just heard my mother's voice."

"That's not an illusion Ron, I heard it too." Brandi, who had survived the catastrophe, touched his chest weakly, and he almost thought his heart was about to stop. "When your mother was roaring, even Carlo's goblet was shattered. Her voice is probably stronger than last year...... Are you really sure your mom was practicing speech, not opera? ”

“………………”

Parvati looked curiously at this and that, and she seemed to have just recovered from the shock of her soul's roar.

"Brandi? What was that just now? She hurriedly asked, gesturing a big circle with her arm with palpitations, "There are so many people writing letters to the principal!" Can someone as fierce as Principal Carlo be an idol? ”

“…… Well, if you talk about idols, maybe he will be after today. Brandi gestured to Harry, and their attention was drawn to Carlo's act of death because of the chaos just now, and they didn't even see the letter in front of Harry.

"Sure enough, it was Lockhart who sent it." Harry carefully poked the letter with his wand, and found that it seemed safe, so he opened the envelope and read it.

The first sentence of "...... children" made Harry pout in disdain, obviously, Lockhart's impression of straw bales has been deeply rooted in people's hearts, and it is always a shame to be called a child by a straw bale. I don't know how many fans might be involved today, although I had already done an interview with my Hogwarts class on the Magic Time radio the day before yesterday, and I wonder if you heard that I had done what Miss Granger had written about promoting my new book and exposing Amycus's behavior at school. Of course, I used my wisdom to the fullest, and a little exaggeration on the basis of the truth seems to work well...... As of yesterday, I've received more than 300 letters from fans vowing to get his intestines out, and the number continues to grow......"

A few of them looked at each other, just one day, more than 300 letters?

Did Lockhart exaggerate Carlo as the second murderous Voldemort?

After a moment's sigh, Harry took a breath and continued reading. "Originally, according to Barton's plan, I only had to lead the way by publishing an article in the Daily Prophet, but the enthusiasm of the readers exceeded my expectations and I had to reply to them one by one, asking them to send a letter together this morning to put pressure on Hogwarts and the Ministry of Magic, which was really hard work, so I even hired a whole team of goblin copyists to help me reply to the letter. But I love the feeling of being in a hurry, thanks to Barton...... I learned that fame can be a powerful force. ”

"All in all, when you read this letter, the Hogwarts Board of Directors was probably already in a hurry, and the wives of several of the Ministry of Magic bosses are all my book fans, and the investigation warrant may have been sent to the board members at this time, but this is also their own fault, isn't it? Would be happy to help you and hope to contact you often in the future, my dear friends. Also, for me, I would like to greet Professor Dumbledore, who is returning to Hogwarts, to the third class of the Order of Merlin...... (omit a whole bunch of awards)...... Gilderoy Lockhart. ”

Harry read the rest in one sitting, almost biting his tongue off in shock.

"Is this still the guy who doesn't know how to learn?" He looked at Brandi in surprise.

"At least from the last sentence, it's still~" Brandi shrugged playfully. "Lockhart won't completely change because of our few words, but it's good, at least a little more reliable than before."

…………

Sure enough, in the afternoon, as Brandi and the others were learning the difference between biting kale and carnivorous cabbage in the greenhouse, Professor McGonagall appeared in a hurry, followed by two unknown wizards.

"What's the matter? Minerva? Professor Sprout, who was still reaching out to tease the brussels sprouts, was surprised to forget to withdraw his hand, only to be seized by the opportunity to bite it, and a blue-gray crust immediately formed on his wrist.

"Don't worry about Pomona, this is an investigator from the Ministry of Magic. Now, Barton, Potter, Weasley......" Professor McGonagall smiled stiffly, "the Headmaster wants to see you." ”

Where else can there be a principal at this time, the answer is self-evident.

Brandi and the others followed Professor McGonagall out the door of the greenhouse when they heard suppressed cheers inside.

Dumbledore is back.