Clark had thought of writing a letter to Barnabas Gufe, the editor-in-chief of the Daily Prophet, tonight, asking him to cover up today's incident.

However, it now seems that the Daily Prophet is the most subscribed newspaper in the British wizarding community, and the response is very fast.

Fortunately, they also knew about Clark's relationship with the Weasleys, and they didn't put the news on the front page of today, but put the news of Minister Fudge's condolences to the old wizard at the top of the list.

As he and Hermione read the newspaper together, the portrait of the fat lady behind him unscrewed, and Harry and Ron stood outside awkwardly, with Neville with the two of them.

The two guys were absent from the dinner and should have returned straight from Professor Snape's office.

In the lounge, the Gryffindor House students saw the two of them, and immediately let out a loud cheer and applauded excitedly.

They gathered around the entrance of the cave and reached out in unison to pull Harry and Ron in, and their eager reactions were almost blindfolded.

"Wonderful!" Lee Jordan shouted, "That's amazing! I've heard George and Fred say, what a wonderful way! Driving a speeding car and hitting a willow will be talked about for many years! ”

"Well done!" A fifth-year senior said, patting Harry on the back as if he had just won a Quidditch match.

George and Fred crowded in front of them and asked, "Why don't you call us back?" It's so uninteresting. ”

Ron blushed and smiled embarrassedly, but Clarke, who was standing on the sidelines, could tell that he was enjoying the situation.

Clark didn't really like this kind of behavior, but when he saw Percy standing behind a group of excited freshmen, shouting at them to count them down, but no one listened to him, Clark dismissed the idea of standing up and criticizing them.

These two guys are not his sons, so why should he bother to educate them thanklessly.

As the so-called exchange is shallow and deep, sometimes people can only leave a deep memory if they have suffered losses and been fooled, and no matter how hard others persuade them, they are actually given in vain.

On the contrary, it is too much to say, and it is easy to cause a plan and become an enemy.

Moreover, he could see that the Gryffindor group of lions cubs were in full energy and defied the rules.

Coupled with the soul anchoring effect enhanced by the Sorting Ritual, they will be more impulsive under the influence of chaos magic, and they not only do not reject Harry and Ron's adventurous behavior, but also yearn for and appreciate it.

Such a reckless and impulsive character that is not afraid of power is indeed the best help to help Clark break the stereotypes and bad habits of this wizarding world.

All it takes is an impassioned speech, a provocation, a little spark to get them to the forefront.

The premise is that you have to befriend them, like Harry and them, and gain their adoration, so that they will stick a knife in your ribs.

At this time, because Hermione and Percy both had tense faces, Harry and Ron didn't want to stay in the common room for long, and after shouting "good night", they squeezed out of the common room and ran upstairs in one go.

They walked up the stairs into the familiar circular quarters, and saw again the six four-poster beds decorated with red velvet, and the high, narrow windows, and their suitcases had been brought up and placed at the head of the beds.

Clark followed behind them, and when Ron saw him, he thought that the cousin was also going to criticize him, and was about to explain, when suddenly the door of the dormitory was pushed open from the outside.

Several other Gryffindor boys from the same grade rushed in.

"I can't believe it!" Seamus looked at them and smiled.

Dean said "cool".

Harry couldn't hold back any longer and laughed heartily.

But in the whole of Gryffindor, not everyone thought so, and Neville, who walked at the back, didn't have a smile on his face.

"You shouldn't do that, it's going to get you expelled." Neville looked at them with a serious expression, which made the atmosphere in the room awkward.

Harry hurriedly reassured him, "Professor McGonagall said we weren't going to be expelled. ”

Neville shook his head, unimpressed by his answer, "That's not a reason for you to do this, it's not good, Gryffindor's courage isn't like that. ”

Clarke once again refreshed his perception of Neville, and perhaps Neville, who bravely pointed out the problems of Harry and Ron, was a real Gryffindor compared to himself who was wise enough to protect himself.

"Don't lecture us anymore," Ron said impatiently in the face of Neville, who looked righteous, "We're tired enough today!" ”

With that, he and Harry rushed to bed, and the curtain was drawn together.

Clark shook his head at their evasive behavior, Neville sighed, and Seamus and Dean tried to play the round, and after saying goodnight to each other, they went to bed.

By the next day, however, Harry and Ron were in an even worse mood.

Early in the morning, the weather was gloomy dark gray, and Clarke, who had finished his run, came to the Great Hall to prepare breakfast.

Beneath the enchanted ceiling, the long tables of the four houses were filled with delicious food, bowls of fragrant pumpkin porridge, plates of pickled herring, mountains of buttered toast slices, and plates of poached eggs and bacon fried to perfection.

As the first day of school, today's breakfast was extraordinarily hearty.

Clark took a little bit of everything, and as soon as he sat down next to Hermione and Neville, Harry and Ron came together.

Hermione's expression was very cold, and she didn't mention the fact that they drove to school yesterday, and said hello stiffly.

Neville, on the other hand, seemed to have forgotten about last night's unpleasantness and still said "good morning" with a smile on his face.

By the time Clark had eaten the last bite of the bacon meat, the top of their heads, as usual, began to tumble.

Hundreds of owls flew into the auditorium with packages large and small, hovering over their heads, dropping the letters and packages to their owners.

Just as they thought breakfast was over, a big gray creature fell into Hermione's jug, splashing milk and feathers all over them.

"Errol!"

Ron exclaimed, and fished the wet owl out of the pot, and Errol spread it out on the table, legs stretched out in the air, and a wet red envelope in his mouth.

"Oh, no—" Ron cried out.

"It's okay, he's still alive." Hermione said, poking her fingertips lightly, "But honestly, it's time for you to get another owl in your house." ”

"No—it's that."

Ron pointed to the red envelope, the look of horror on his face.

Clark wiped his mouth with a tissue, "If I were you, open it quickly, it's always the right thing to face." ”