Friday was a day to remember for both Harry and Elena.

For the first time in all the days she had been at Hogwarts Castle, she had managed to dodge the pester's sunken steps.

"Oh, Neville, you should remember to jump over here. ”

Elena's little hair shook in great gratification, and in a haughty Granger tone, she grabbed Neville's arm with Hermione, who rolled her eyes, and dragged the round-faced boy out of the pit.

"I can't remember that, by the way, what lessons did we have today?"

Neville struggled to climb out of the sunken steps, patting the dust off his body as he looked at Hermione.

"Two Potions lessons, both in the morning, with the Slytherin students. ”

Before Hermione could answer, Harry's voice came from behind the trio.

It was clear that the three of them were not the only early risers today, perhaps the earliest time Harry had ever gotten up since he started, and he couldn't wait to head to the Potions classroom and face Professor Snape, who might know the story of his mother's past.

There had been rumors in Gryffindor House that Snape, as Head of Slytherin, had always been particularly partial to his students, especially to the young wizards of Gryffindor - Harry only hoped that Professor Snape would be willing to answer a few questions patiently for the sake of his good preparation for Potions class.

"Sister Elena, are you sure Professor Snape knows my mother?"

At the dinner table, Harry asked Elena apprehensively as he put sugar in his cereal—the third time he'd asked this question at breakfast, as if someone had cast a repeating spell.

"Not sure!

Elena took a deep breath, trying to control the urge to slap the plate on "Mr. Savior's" face, and repeated again in an unkind tone, "Also, if you ask again, I will definitely not let you be able to take Potions class today!"

"But ......"

Facing Elena's fierce gaze, Harry Potter snorted, closed his mouth helplessly, lowered his head, and drank porridge quietly.

But the look on the boy's face was still full of unease, and the knife slashed awkwardly in the center of the plate, stirring the beautiful Benedict egg into a pulpy mass, and after hesitating for a long time, he plucked up the courage to look at Elena again.

"Elena's Head ......"

That's when it's time for the owl mail every morning.

Harry looked up enviously and looked up at the sky, only to see a hundred owls flapping their wings through the open round windows, flapping their wings into the Great Hall, hovering over the chattering crowd, looking for their respective owners or recipients.

So far, Hedwig hadn't brought anything to Harry.

Sometimes it flew in to peck Harry's ears and ask for a sip of toast, and more often it crouched in the owl hut and slept with the other owls on campus - and to Harry's envy, Elena, who was also from the non-magical world, received a thick letter from the Reserve.

"Finally got back. It's so thick, it seems that a lot of content has been written. ”

Elena glanced at the delicate and ethereal font on the envelope, and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly, revealing a satisfied smile.

It appears that Mr. Xenophilius Lovegood has agreed to the cooperation referred to in her previous reply.

Because in the last reply, the first request she made was:

Out of prudence and confidentiality, if Lovegood is willing to cooperate in the future, then every subsequent communication between the two sides will need to be transcribed by a different person - obviously, the only helper that the poor, homely and slammering editor-in-chief of "Singing and Singing" can find is his daughter Luna Lovegood.

However, before Elena could open the envelope, a loud noise suddenly erupted from the Slytherin dining table not far away.

A loud noise swept through the auditorium like a hurricane, knocking dust off the ceiling, and Elena thought it was an explosion at first, but soon realized what it was.

“...... Waste of food, shameful act!You still have the face to write back to bother your uncle?After receiving Dumbledore's letter last night, your father and I were almost ashamed to rush to school overnight to pick you up. The glory and glory of our Greengrass family is not left to a loser like you to squander!"

A howling letter, apparently from the mother of some of the unlucky children of the Greengrass family.

The angry roar of the adult witch resounded throughout the Great Hall, rattling the plates and spoons on the table, and the echoes of the stone walls on all sides were deafening, and the whole hall turned to see who had received the roaring letter.

And the little wizard, who had proudly boasted that his uncle was the school director two days before, was now completely in his seat, and his little face was flushed, and in fact, the child had been stupid since the red envelope fell from the sky on his knees.

Fortunately, this embarrassing situation did not last long.

Before the contents of the roaring letter could be read, the same roar erupted from the other end of the Slytherin table, a huge roar that resounded through the auditorium and struck everyone's eardrums.

“...... You don't have to come back this Christmas! Even if you go home, you don't want to eat a bite of hot bread!"

"You deserve to complain about weekend farm work!"

Then, as the owls in the sky kept pouring into the auditorium, the red letters mixed with the birds hovered over everyone's heads like moving bombs.

Throughout the Hogwarts Great Hall, a deafening and terrible roar rang out one after another.

Many young wizards raised their heads to look at the sky with trepidation, and Elena even saw that many children had closed their eyes and began to whisper prayers in a whispered voice, for fear that she would suddenly receive such a "touching" letter from home.

There is no doubt that judging from the feedback so far, the "Hogwarts auto-reply" proposal she gave Professor Dumbledore in the kitchen the other day has been extremely well executed.

It's not hard to imagine the shame and anger of a parent who writes to Hogwarts to ask questions when he receives an illustrated description of his child's wasted food.

You know, in order to make it easier to understand, Elena even thoughtfully listed a simple formula, so that each house-elf should indicate at the end of the reply that according to this range, the amount of food wasted by their children in a school year is about the same as how many gold galleons are consumed.

"Close your earbuds and listen. ”

Elena drew her wand and nodded leisurely at Hermione, who was covering her ears.

It was a new spell she had learned in Charms class yesterday, and the principle of sound propagation was so simple that it was not difficult for Elena to cast or understand at all.

However, she didn't plan to cast this magic on herself.

"It's so lively......"

Elena took a sip of the honey-filled milk, happily admiring the chaotic scene in the auditorium, listening carefully to the colorful ways of educating their children and the incessant roaring and exploding letters, as if the fireworks and firecrackers resounded in the sky every time the Chinese New Year in the previous life.

"It's really nostalgic, I didn't expect to have a day at Hogwarts Castle where you can feel the traditional New Year's atmosphere. ”

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RUA～

Today's first chapter. The fat chicken worked hard to complete the addition of the back~

There are still two outstanding ones.,Strive to pay it off before this month.,So that you can happily save the manuscript~~~.

Chinese New Year, Chinese New Year~ Elena Little Angel gives everyone a greeting for the early years~~ Red envelopes for you~

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