When Aini walked into the auditorium the next day, he didn't care about the absence of the headmaster and the Charms professor, and naturally he didn't bother to find out what the two men had done late last night.

Usually Aini comes to the auditorium for breakfast, and he is either eating early before the owls arrive, or waiting for them to come later before eating.

If not, maybe there are no professors who choose to have breakfast in the auditorium anymore—

Every time the owl saw Ani, it would leave a lot of chicken feathers near the teacher's seat, and there was even an oliver that unethically threw the weight into Professor Bubaji's bowl, cough, it was discharged from the inside out after the package was delivered......

However, although Aini ran out of food early, she did not plan to leave early.

I woke up today and received a message from Capet, telling him that a package had been mailed last night and was expected to arrive in the morning.

You can't wait in the classroom, otherwise you will have to be written down in a small notebook by an unknown number of people.

After the owls put down the parcels and letters, they made out with Ani in the open space between the teacher's chair and the students' long tables for a few moments before reluctantly leaving the auditorium.

Seeing that it was still early, Aini simply returned to his place and unwrapped the square package that had just arrived.

Inside were two boxes, each with a letter attached, and looking at the signature, Aini first picked up the letter from another tragic figure in the original trajectory.

The envelope was very thin and brief, and it only took a few glances for Ani to get a rough idea.

[Dear Ainias Mr. A. Scamander:

I'm very sorry, but due to my personal circumstances, I didn't hear from you until July 16th....

I'm very surprised by this, because if I can cross paths with a young wizard like you, I will definitely not forget it.

But after reading the letter, please allow Remus to write from you. J. Lupin would like to express my sincerest thanks to you.

As a good friend of Harry's father, I'm ashamed that I didn't help him grow up, and thank you for allowing me to take this opportunity to do my part.

As you are already aware, I was in the woods of Lozère, in the south-east of France, when I received the letter, and I did not return to civilization until the end of August, and it was not until the 31st that I fulfilled your request to mail it to Madame Capet.

Thank you again for your interest in Harry, and I will be returning to England around Christmas this year and look forward to seeing you.

Your faithful friend: Remus M. J. Lupin

31 August 1992]

The other letter was much thicker, and when Ani opened it, most of it was polite compliments, so she didn't repeat them one by one.

Ani didn't open the box, and seeing that there was still some time before class, she put away the letter, put the rest back in place, and walked towards the Gryffindor long table with the package.

"Oh! Oh my God!"

"It's impossible, it's a lie!"

"It's true, you see, there's a picture on it."

Before Ani could reach the long table, he heard a burst of exclamations from the auditorium, and the little wizards formed a small circle, pouting and not knowing what they were doing.

Some of them also overturned the plates, and the jingling sound seemed to add to the noise of the children.

Looking at the messy appearance of the little wizards below, Snape subconsciously stood up, secretly complaining in his heart that it was all Dumbledore's habitual fault, and the current students had no rules at all, but the old man was not here today, and he wanted him to wipe his ass.

But before Snape could bless himself, he heard a pop next to him, and Lockhart squirted a mouthful of milk onto the unfolded newspaper, followed by a series of coughs.

[It's a pity that there isn't a camera here.] 】

Looking at the milky liquid that slipped out of Lockhart's nostrils, Snape thought maliciously.

Then he was blinded by the flashing light.

Snape followed the source of the light and looked at the Gryffindor table, blessing himself with a loud voice......

But then he saw Aini's smile

Face.

"Colin, how about a Galleon 100 chapter photo?"

Aini handed the camera back to Colin, along with a golden coin.

Snape had no intention of paying attention to the friendly interactions between his friends and the new students......

Lockhart's movement just now was so great that it was hard not to attract the attention of others. And a certain Potions professor is a shrewd person who can jump between black and white.

Even though he was already wet with milk, the headlines of the Daily Prophet still got into his eyes.

["Shocked! Diagon Alley is shocked by a fire dragon, and Gringotts is closed for repairs! 》

In the early morning of September 2, a fire dragon ......]

Aside from the title, Snape saw only half a line.

No way, after saying to himself, "Clean up", but after making him cough a few more times and nothing else, Lockhart hurriedly gathered the newspaper to wipe the stains on his face.

It hurts a little...... No, for that delicate, well-maintained face, the rough newspaper made it hurt.

Lockhart was fortunate not to let more people see his embarrassment, and it was also thanks to the fact that the Daily Prophet did not drop ink.

I took out a small mirror and looked left and right, and my perfect face was flawless except for a little red, but it was stained with some milk.

Lockhart breathed a sigh of relief and got up to go back to change.

I just don't know if he will suck this breath back after the photo is washed out.

Snape had always been dismissive of the mouthpiece of the Ministry of Magic, such as the Daily Prophet, and a subscription was even more impossible.

He wouldn't move the puddle in the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor's seat, but Lockhart wasn't the only faculty member who had subscribed to the Daily Prophet.

For example, an administrator who has always had a good relationship with Snape.

In addition to working on bringing Hogwarts back to "tradition" and hoisting the erring little wizards to beat. Filch also always fantasized about finding an effective remedy in various advertisements, so that he could get rid of the identity of a squib.

Hogwarts doesn't have telephone poles, no one sneaks into the toilet with a brush or glue, and if you want to find a small advertisement, of course, you need to ask for help with the newspaper.

So after a few minutes, Snape and Filch looked at each other, how could the fire dragon of Gringotts escape?

The elves have been domesticating fire dragons to guard the treasury for hundreds of years, and there has been nothing wrong since the failed elven rebellion in the late 18th century.

In fact, the defeat of the war made these aliens more cautious, for fear that a certain mistake would be caught by the wizards, and when the time came, the wizards would use the question to play what it would look like, I am afraid that even Merlin could not imagine.

"Professor Snape, looks like those little dwarfs are going to be *** annoyed." Filch smiled sadly, feeling very happy.

As someone who would make it their life's quest to become a wizard, it was natural that they would be particularly hostile to their enemies.

The Potions professor on the side agreed, in the last wizarding war, the role of goblins was not honorable, after all, what alien race does not want to see the decline of humanity?

Snape glanced at the front page again, and in the big dynamic image above, a fiery dragon broke through the dome and reflexively poured demonic fire into the building below.

But why did this dragon wear a bracer?