From the next day, Harry and Ron were still smiling at the "gaze salute" coming and going, especially the Gryffindor students, who basically wished that the characters in the story were themselves. Hermione spread out her Voyage with Vampires and rested it on a milk jug. She just casually said "good morning" and continued to read the book. Last night she tried to let Harry know the mistake, but it didn't work out to her satisfaction, and the smile on their faces made her feel even more sad - they didn't seem to know what was right or wrong!

From the moment I had breakfast in the lobby in the morning, things started to go downhill. Beneath the enchanted ceiling, long tables in the four academies lay bowls of cereal, plates of pickled herring, mountains of bread, and plates of eggs and bacon.

"The postman is coming soon—I think grandma will send me a few things I forgot to bring." Neville's memory is so flattering that he is said to have been scolded the most in Professor Snape's Potions class.

A bulging package fell onto Neville's head, causing a burst of laughter from those around him, who rubbed his head, also a little embarrassed. Then, another big gray guy fell into Hermione's bowl. Suddenly, milk and feathers splattered.

"Errol!" Ron shouted, taloning the wet owl out. It was the Weasley owl, which was very old and often lost because he couldn't see clearly. Errol collapsed on the table, his legs stretched out in the air, kicking and kicking, and a wet red envelope in his crooked mouth.

"Oh, no—" Ron screamed.

"It's okay, it's alive." Hermione said, poking Errol lightly with her fingertips.

"No—it's that." Ron pointed to the red envelope. The envelope looked ordinary.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked.

"She-mom sent me a yelling letter." Ron said weakly.

"You'd better open it, Ron," Neville whispered shyly, "it's worse not to open it." Grandma sent it to me once, and I ignored it, and it turned out to-" he remembered something, and took a breath, "It's horrible." ”

"What is a howl letter?" Harry asked. But Ron's attention was on the letter, and the corners of the envelope were already smoking.

"Open it up," Neville urged, "only a few minutes ......."

Ron stretched out his trembling hand and carefully took the envelope out of Errol's mouth and tore it open. A loud roar filled the hall, shaking the dust off the ceiling.

“...... I wouldn't be surprised if they fired you if they stole the car, and I will see how I clean you up then. You probably didn't even think about how your father and I felt when we found out that the car was gone......" was Mrs. Weasley's shout, a hundred times louder than usual, rattling 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 roaring letter, and Ron cowered back in his chair, only a flushed forehead could be seen.

"Received a letter from Professor Dumbledore last night, and your father was so ashamed that he almost died. We worked so hard to bring you up, but I didn't expect you to do such a thing, you and Harry almost lost their lives, look at the other Aitch, you should really learn from him....."

When Aitch heard his name, he tried not to hear the sound of the ear drum, and continued to drink the cereal.

“...... 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, but people's ears were still ringing. Mrs. Weasley's anger was evident in Mrs. Weasley's anger as the red envelope that had fallen from Ron's hand onto the table, which tore itself to shreds, and burned and curled up into ashes.

Harry and Ron froze, as if they had just been washed by the tide. A few people laughed, and the conversation began to sound again, but most of the topics around it were about the roaring letter, which was a lot of fun.

Hermione closed Voyage with Vampires and looked down at Ron's head. "Did you expect anything else, Ron, to know you-"

"Don't tell me I deserve it, I know I should listen to Edge." Ron said angrily. This is not an attitude of admitting mistakes at all, like someone forcibly holding his head down and lowering it. But what else could Hermione say? She snorted, put her mind on the book, and swore that she didn't care about their business.

"Alright, that's it for today's training. Malfoy stayed. "Edge" cleaned up! "Restore the field that was messed up in training. Seeing Neville gone, "Malfoy, what did your father stuff into Ginny's book that day?" ”

A hint of surprise flashed in Malfoy's eyes, "Huh? - Is there one? No, my father wouldn't want to have anything else to do with those poor ghosts! ”

Aitch felt that Malfoy wasn't lying, "Oh, well, maybe I was really wrong." It's okay, I'll see you tomorrow. Malfoy. ”

"See you tomorrow, Edge."

Students were not allowed to move around at Hogwarts at night, so Aitch walked lightly towards the women's bathroom on the first floor. This is the place occupied by the weeping Myrtle, who was a victim of the basilisk after she was released fifty years ago, and became a ghost after death. Because she is moody and chattering, the girls don't like to come here to go to the toilet.

"On." Instead, Aitch hissed strangely, and he was speaking in snake language to a faucet carved with a small snake on it.

The sink moved, and it exposed a pipe that was big enough for a person to slide down. He slowly slipped into the tube and slid all the way down.

The pipes are filthy, pitch black, and seemingly never-ending. He could see many other pipes on the side, but none of them were as large as his own. Twisting, spinning, steep slides. He knew he had slipped far deeper than the school and the basement. The end of the pipe stretched out horizontally, and with a "bang", Aitch shot out of the end of the pipe and landed on the wet floor of the stone tunnel. The underground passage is large enough for people to stand on, and it is pitch black all around, and the floor is littered with the bones of small animals.

Ahead, Aitch could see a large, curving outline of something, lying around the corner of the tunnel, and it didn't move. Aitch slowly moved forward, wand raised in the air. The glow streaked across a python skin, a disgusting bright green, waxy and lying empty on the basement floor. The python that shed this skin must have been at least twenty feet long.

He waved his wand as hard as he could, "Shrink it all!" The huge snakeskin was shrunk into a palm-sized "handkerchief" for Aitch to slip into his pocket. Snakeskin is a great material for magic.

He continued on, and as he climbed through another bend, a solid wall stood in front of him. Two intertwined snakes are carved on the wall, their eyes studded with glittering huge emeralds, and their eyes come to life.

"On." Aitch said again in a low, faint hissing voice. The wall cracked in it, and the two serpents parted. The two half-walls slid away in balance and vanished without a trace.

He walked in and came to the end of a stone chamber. The stone chamber is quite large and dimly lit. The towering stone pillars were entwined with more stone-carved pythons, all the way up, disappearing into the dark ceiling. A sculpture as tall as the stone chamber towers against the back wall, with a huge face on it: it is quite old, like a monkey, with a long, sparse beard that hangs down to the stone brick floor.