Chapter Ninety-Six: Howling Letters

"Master, does Professor McGonagall have anything to do with you?" asked Linda at the dinner table curiously. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"It's not a big deal, but I know where Harry and Weasley have gone. Louis said with a chicken leg in one hand and a glass of grape juice in the other.

"What does this have to do with them?" the little maid was stunned, they were Gryffindors, and their young master was Slytherin's, and these eight poles couldn't be beaten.

"Uh-huh, what do you say...... The two of them teamed up to make a big news, which is literally big news. Louis had an amused expression.

"Big news...... You mean the two of them are in a newspaper, a newspaper like the Daily Prophet?" the little maid was even more confused, she couldn't imagine what they had done.

"It's not similar, it's the Daily Prophet, and it's the headline. Louis gloated, "Ordinary people don't have this opportunity in their lifetime, and they have only done such a big thing in their second semester at Hogwarts." ”

"Prophet....... Headlines......." muttered the little maid.

"Yes, the reason we didn't see them on the train was because they came in a flying car and were seen by several Muggles on the way. Louis said with a smile, he was in a very good mood, because he could imagine that Harry and they would definitely be scolded badly.

It's not good to base your happiness on the pain of others, but it's good to be happy, isn't it?

The next morning, Louis watched the gloomy weather under the enchanted ceiling, eating bread and porridge. Suddenly there was a commotion overhead, and it turned out to be a flock of owls delivering letters and packages.

"Errol!" Ron shouted.

Louis frowned and turned his head to look in Ron's direction, wondering why the bear child was yelling and disturbing his breakfast. An old owl fell into Hermione's milk bowl, and the milk in the bowl spilled on them.

"Oh...... No .......," Ron cried out in fear. Then he picked up a letter that the owl had brought him, and it was red, unlike a normal letter.

"It turned out to be a howling letter. Louis muttered. But come to think of it, Ron had secretly stolen his father's car, and had been discovered by Muggles, so it was strange that Mrs. Weasley didn't send him a yelling letter.

With a trembling hand, Ron carefully took the letter from the mouth of the owl that looked like it was dying, and tore it open. Louis quickly covered his ears when he saw this scene, and Linda next to him had already covered his ears and was ready to watch the play. Only Harry and Hermione were still looking stupidly, this was not taught in the books, so even Hermione didn't know what it was.

“..... I wouldn't be surprised if they fired you if they stole the car, and I'll see how I clean you up. You probably didn't even think about how your dad and I felt when we found out that the car was gone......"

It was Mrs. Weasley's voice, but it was a hundred times louder than usual, and the sound of her voice shook the plates and cutlery on the table, and the echo of the stone walls around her was deafening. The whole auditorium looked at Ron, wondering who had received the yelling letter.

"I received a letter from Headmaster Dumbledore last night, and your father almost died of shame. We worked so hard to bring you up, but I didn't expect you to do such a thing, and you and Harry almost lost their lives......"

Looking at Ron, whose face was flushed as if he had been cooked, Louis gave Mrs. Weasley's letter a full score.

“..... Your dad almost lost his job because of this, and it's all your fault. If you're making a mistake, we'll bring you back right away. ”

The roaring had stopped, but Mrs. Weasley's voice was still ringing in his ears. The letter in Ron's hand burned and turned into a pile of ashes. Harry and Ron sat dumbfounded, as if they were all scared.

Malfoy at the table seemed intent on taunting Harry, but before he could make a move, Snape sent the timetable along the Slytherin table. However, Malfoy was not disappointed, because their first class was a herbology class, which was taken with Gryffindor, which gave them a chance.

"Hi Harry, it's enviable to hear you've made the headlines of the Daily Prophet. Malfoy deliberately laughed at Harry and his party as they walked out of the castle.

"Fuck off, Malfoy, it's none of your business. Harry angrily said that he was already in a bad mood, and that it was because of him that Mr. Weasley had almost lost his job.

"Oh, I hope Merlin bless you Weasleys, if your dad loses that poor job, your family won't even be able to eat, right?" Malfoy said as he winked at Ron.

Ron's eyes widened as if he were an enraged bull, but Harry next to him grabbed him.