After the sorting ceremony, Professor Sprout packed up the tools he needed to heal the plants and went to Beater Willow's side.

"Oh, poor little willow, what a blow it has been!" She looked at a large piece of bark that had been scraped off and a piece of beating willow note, covered her mouth and said distressedly.

Dracula was also standing under the tree, turning his head to look at Professor Sprout.

"I'll tell you the truth, Professor Sprout, maybe it's time for this beating willow to put its temper away." Dracula shrugged his shoulders and said to her, "Actually, only the piece of bark that was knocked off was the work of the two troublemakers Potter and Wes, and the branches on the ground were actually taken off by itself......

"Got it off yourself?" Professor Sprout was puzzled.

"yes, it's probably not in a good mood after being hit by that car, and it's going crazy to smash its branches into the sky, the ground, and the car......," Dracula said, "after all, it's still not very strong, and it's like this."

"Well, I have to admit that the breed of beating willow is really easy to get cranky." Professor Sprout said as he walked towards the beating willow, "But I was hit hard for no reason, let alone it, even I am angry."

"Yes." Dracula chuckled, "But if I were a beater, I wouldn't have allowed myself to be so irritable that I would start smashing people without even looking for the opponent's weaknesses."

"If it were me, I would break the glass of the car, and then use two thick branches to imprison the whole car and block the door, so that the people in the car would be slaughtered by me."

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Professor Sprout glanced at Dracula's interested smile and shuddered.

Thinking about it this way, fortunately, Liu is a stunned young man and will not pick weaknesses. Otherwise, wouldn't Harry and Ron be the two little ones who would just have no way to live?

"Ahem, Professor Dracula, do you know the weakness of beating willow?" She quickly changed the subject, refusing to discuss with Dracula how to hit people more effectively, "It seems to be quite quiet at this moment."

"Does the beating willow have any weaknesses?" Dracula raised an eyebrow, "I haven't noticed, it can't get irritable when it sees me, I don't seem to need to understand its weaknesses."

"......" Professor Sprout held his head.

She silently walked up to the beating willow, jumped up high, and reached out to press it above the branch.

Although she is a little short, she jumps quite high, just pressed on a knot, and it seems that she specially practiced high jump in order to control the beating willow.

The effect was very fast, and the beating willow, which was still gently shaking, immediately entered a static state after being touched by the knots, as if it had become the most ordinary willow tree.

"Quite an interesting tree." Seeing Professor Sprout's movements, Dracula chuckled, "But I have a question here—"

"Since you have to get close to the beating willow to touch its weakness, what if the beating willow is already in a state of irritability? In this case, there is naturally no need for a wizard who can touch the beating willow to look for its weakness, and a wizard who wants to find a weakness can't get close to it." ….

"So...... What's the point of this weakness?"

Professor Sprout's face stiffened.

"Seems like that's really the case?" She scratched her head, "Unless someone can accurately hit the knots with a spell or something like a pebble outside of the range of the Willow's attack, and they won't necessarily be able to press the knots down."

"No, the next time I talk about beating willow in class, I'll have to tell those naughty little wizards to stay away from the angry beating willow. You can't make them feel like they've mastered its weaknesses and they're going to be able to deal with it very smoothly."

Muttering, Professor Sprout quickly pulled out a series of phytotherapeutic supplies, busily bandaging the broken branches and torso of the beaten willow with a broken layer of bark

, thus avoiding mosquito bites in its vulnerable location.

Dracula saw Professor Sprout get into his working state, shrugged casually, and walked back to the castle.

He could guess that Harry and Ron, the two naughty bags, had probably been punished by either Snape or Professor McGonagall.

But Dracula wasn't worried about the future of the two of them.

Dumbledore is ready to raise Harry to be the main force against Voldemort! Therefore, it is naturally impossible for the two to be expelled, and even because it is the reason that the school has just started, the college points have not been deducted.

Dracula estimates that according to the heartless nature of the Gryffindor group of lions, Harry and Ron, who have not yet deducted their house points, may even be regarded as heroes!

……

Dracula was not bad.

The news of Harry and Ron driving to the school spread unknowingly, and with the exception of Percy and Hermione, the two good students, the Gryffindor lion cubs found it to be an extremely exciting, extremely long-faced affair.

The two "heroes" returned to the door of the Gryffindor common room, and the portrait of the fat lady guarding the door had just been unscrewed, and a thunderous applause erupted in the lounge.

The Gryffindor students were all still asleep, huddled together in the circular common room waiting for them, and many hands enthusiastically reached out of the hole behind the portrait of the fat lady, pulling Harry and Ron inside, but Hermione, who had picked them up, had to climb in on her own.

"Wonderful!" The twins' roommate, Lee Jordan, exclaimed, "That's amazing! What a wonderful way! Crash into a beating willow in a flying car, and you'll be talked about for years at Hogwarts!"

"Well done!" Said a fifth-year student who had never spoken to Harry before.

Others patted Harry and Ron on the back as if they had just finished first in the marathon.

Fred and George squeezed through the crowd to the two of them and asked in unison, "Why don't you call us back?" It's so boring!"

Ron's face flushed, and he smiled radiantly as he surrounded the crowd.

Percy, the most upright person in the entire house, stood behind some of the excited freshmen, with a straight face, trying to squeeze over and count them down. However, there were so many lion cubs around the two that he couldn't squeeze in.

After another two minutes, when Percy finally approached Harry and Ron, Harry spotted him. ….

Harney stabbed Ron in the ribs with his elbow and twisted his head toward Percy, who immediately understood.

"Yawn—I'm going upstairs." Ron's radiant red face instantly changed color, and he covered his mouth with his hand and pretended to yawn, "It's been a day of flying today, and I'm a little tired......

Harry pretended to be tired, and squeezed towards the door at the other end of the lounge, where a spiral staircase led to their bedroom.

He pretended to be good, because he was really tired. The twists and turns of this day made him a little exhausted.

"Good night." Even though Harry was tired, he didn't forget to turn back and shout to Hermione. She had the same strained face as Percy.

It took a lot of effort for Harry and Ron to finally squeeze to the other end of the common room, where someone was patting them on the back.

Outside the door at the other end was a secluded staircase, and the two of them ran upstairs in one breath to the door of their dormitory. The sign at the entrance of the dormitory that originally read "1st Grade" has now been changed to "2nd Grade".

They entered the familiar round room, and saw again the five four-poster beds decorated with red velvet, and the high, narrow windows. Their chest had been magically carried by the house-elves and placed at the head of the bed.

Ron breathed a sigh of relief and smiled at Harry with some shame, "I know we shouldn't be complacent about this, but ......

The dorm door opened, and Seamus Finigan, Dean Thomas, and Neville Longbottom rushed in, who were the other Gryffindor second-year boys.

"I can't believe you're flying over in a car!" Seamus gave a thumbs up.

「

Cool!" Dean said.

"It's amazing!" Even Neville, who has always been honest, said with admiration.

「Unbelievable」、「azing」…… The three of them used almost all the common adjectives used to express shock!

Harry couldn't hold back any longer, and smirked along with Ron.

……

Of course, it's hard for them to be complacent for long.

By the time they ate the next morning, Harry and Ron felt a little uneasy.

Harry shuddered and picked up the bowl and began to drink the porridge.

With the sound of a chaotic flapping of wings overhead, hundreds of owls poured in from the windows above the auditorium, hovering in the air of the auditorium, dropping letters and parcels into the conversing crowd.

In the professor's chair, Dracula rarely came to breakfast, and he felt a little irritated when he saw this messy scene.

"I still don't understand why Hogwarts wants owls to deliver letters while eating?" He turned his head to Professor Flitwick, who was sitting in two chairs, and asked, "If the owl's dirty feathers fall into the meal, how are we going to eat?"

"After all, all the little wizards are there for food when they're there." Professor Flitwick was accustomed to using a levitation charm to send a feather that was about to fall on his head fly, "Especially on the first day of school, so many careless little wizards forget to take something."

Dracula sullenly put down the blood pudding in his hand, lost his appetite, and began to gauge the reactions of the professors and young wizards around him. ….

Snape seemed to be unhappy that he hadn't fired Harry, or even deducted points, and was staring intently at the Gryffindor table, wondering how to make the two little wizards unhappy.

At that moment, there was a "pop", and a puddle of gray liquid fell from the sky onto Snape's plate.

Snape froze, looking away from the Gryffindor table and at his plate.

"Hey, Severus, you seem to have won the lottery." The aged Professor Kettleburn didn't miss the slightest opportunity to tease Snape, poked his head over and said, "Do you want me to explain it to you?" It's bird droppings, and you can see that the owl caught a mouse last night......

"Say no more!" Snape clutched his wand tightly, as if he was holding back the urge to slaughter the owl.

"Alas, Severus, young people are just easily distracted." Professor Kettleburn smiled and said reluctantly, "The professors of Hogwarts must have been used to paying attention to the top of their heads at breakfast, how could you have forgotten about this?"

Snape couldn't tell him, gave Harry and Ron a hard look, stopped eating, and walked out of the auditorium in a rage.

Looking at his departing back, Professor Kettleburn snorted, "Young people are impatient and reckless."

The professors around him looked sideways at this sentence -

'Professor Kettleburn, you are the most reckless one after more than 60 probations......

The problem caused by the owl collective letter is obviously not only in the professor's seat.

Snape had some problems at the Gryffindor table—

A big gray owl flew like it had drunk fake wine, and it fell into the milk jug in front of Hermione.

Suddenly, milk and feathers splashed Harry, Ron, and Hermione.

"Erol!" Seeing the owl struggling in the milk jug, Ron hurriedly shouted.

He took Errol's talons and pulled the wet owl out of the pot and placed it on the table.

Errol collapsed beside the milk jug, his legs stiff in the air, and a wet red envelope in his mouth.

"Oh, no......" Ron covered his face in pain.

"Don't be too sad, Ron, it's still alive." Hermione shook her milky wizard's robes, then stood up,

He gently poked Errol who had passed out with his fingertips.

Errol's claws moved, as if to indicate that he was still alive.

"No, I'm used to Errol being like this." Ron said sadly, "I'm worried about that—"

He pointed to the red envelope that Errol was holding in his mouth.

Harry and Hermione looked at the ordinary-looking envelope with puzzled expressions, but Ron and Neville, who were next to them, leaned back with a frown, as if they thought it would explode.

"What's wrong with this letter?" Harry asked, puzzled.

"Hmm...... Mom sent me a howling letter." Ron said weakly.

"You'd better open it, Ron......" Neville said in fear, "it's worse not to open it...... My grandmother sent it to me once, but I ignored it and it turned out to be ......"....

He took a breath, "That's horrible."

Harry looked at the horrified look on their faces, then at the red envelope.

"What's a howler letter?" He asked.

But Ron's attention was all on the letter, sweating on his forehead, and he didn't pay any attention to his idleness.

At this point, the four corners of the envelope had begun to smoke, and the inside of the envelope had begun to bulge at the same time.

"Open up," Neville urged, "only for a few minutes, or it will blow up, which will make it louder......

Ron looked at the envelope, took a deep breath, and suddenly shouted, "Fred, George! Help me!

The twins heard Ron's voice and looked over curiously, followed by a large group of Gryffindor wizards.

"Wow! You didn't let us down, Ron!" Fred patted Ron on the shoulder, looking relieved.

"We knew you were definitely our own brother, Ron." George also had a happy smile on his face.

"There's no time, you two have to figure it out!" Ron was about to cry and said loudly to the two of them, "Didn't you say that you learned that to deal with Roar Letter when you went to pick up Harry at Privet Road...... Do you want to avoid spells? Now it's time to use it!"

"First of all, the spell is the Evasion Spell." George held out a finger to Ron, "We don't know of any other evasion spells in the wizarding world."

"Okay, okay, avoid the spell! I beg you to use it quickly!" Ron's voice was sobbing.

"Secondly," Fred held out two fingers beside him, "the Avoidance Charm is used to shield the wizard's location, and it only keeps the owl from finding the recipient's location. Your roar letter has been delivered, so the Evasion Charm is useless."

"Finally," said George, stretching his three fingers, cheerfully, "have you forgotten? We didn't even learn to avoid spells!"

Ron looked at Fred and George, his lips trembling.

"Then you just tell me that I can't use it, why did you say so much earlier!

He roared.

Finally, the red envelope was about to swell to the limit, and Errol's beak could no longer hold it. Seeing this, Harry quickly took the envelope out of Errol's mouth and handed it to Ron.

Looking at the envelope in his hand, Ron gritted his teeth and said, "Harry, you are really my good brother."

The next moment, the envelope exploded with a "bang", turning Ron's hands and face red, and then levitating in midair.

The postmark of the envelope had been opened after the explosion, and the opening was closed one by one, like a large mouth.

Neville quickly plugged his ears with his fingers and burrowed under Gryffindor's desk.

"Isn't the explosion over?" Harry watched his movements with a blank expression.

But he knew right away why.

The next moment, a loud bang filled the auditorium, shaking the dust off the ceiling.

「…… Steal the car! If they fire you! I'm not surprised at all! See how I clean you up then!

You probably didn't even think about it! How did your dad and I feel when we found out that the car was gone......

Dracula had just regained some of his appetite when he was startled by the roar of the letter. His excellent hearing had become a complete burden at this time, as if a regiment of bombs was constantly exploding in his ears!

"Can't you let people eat well in the morning?"

Dracula casually threw the spoon onto the plate, stood up coldly, and raised his hand to the Gryffindor long table to shake it—

The milk from Hermione's jug floated out of the jug, creating a soundproof cover that enveloped Harry and Ron in an instant.

The auditorium fell silent for a moment, and the faces of the two little wizards instantly turned purple.

……

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