Hogwarts of a certain magic

You can search for "a magical Hogwarts novel (www.soxscc.com)" in Baidu to find the latest chapter!On Saturday morning, William and the others came to the auditorium early in the morning.

These two days are the Quidditch selections of the four colleges, and everyone is very excited and looking forward to it.

Old players like the twin brothers and Cedric who have proven themselves on the field don’t have to worry at all. Their selection is just a cutscene.

However, the mentality of the twins and Cedric is completely different.

Although the strength of the Hufflepuff team has been weakened, several key players are still in their prime and have not graduated.

They reached the final last year and are still the favorites to win this year.

Gryffindor is different, their captain and seeker Charlie graduated, the overall team strength plummeted, suddenly became a second-rate team.

They need to choose a new talented seeker this year.

This position is not so easy to find. Everyone knows most of the strengths of students above grade three.

The new group of second-year Gryffindor students did not stand out.

You can't find it in the first grade, right?

Sitting at the table in the morning, several people were still discussing this matter.

For this matter, the new captain Wood was anxious, and kept the old players searching for talents all day long.

The pressure from Professor McGonagall was not small. She hinted at Wood several times... Gryffindor has not won the Quidditch Cup for five consecutive years. This is unimaginable in her time!

Professor McGonagall’s tone is extremely serious, it seems that Gryffindor has not won the championship for so many years, and the difficulty is not much lower than that of the Death Eaters invading Hogwarts.

As we all know, Professor McGonagall is an ardent fan for decades. When she was in school, she was the captain of Gryffindor Quidditch.

In this regard, William can only express a smile. Ravenclaw has not won the Quidditch Cup for eight consecutive years.

Than Ravenclaw is unique.

In order to avoid Wood's verbosity, or more accurately to avoid his smelly feet, the twin brothers had to sit at the Ravenclaw table.

The few of them don't actually have a fixed position. Cedric belongs to Hufflepuff, and everyone often eats at Hufflepuff's table.

Basically, wherever there are fewer people sitting at the table.

William had even sat at the Slytherin table.

No one dared to call him Mudblood or show obvious disgust in front of him anyway, especially when he was carrying a wand and smiling.

Although William was of Muggle origin, his strength was too strong and he was the youngest Merlin Medal recipient. No one would be willing to provoke him with such a Dumbledore-style genius.

After all, it has been 9191, and Voldemort has been down for eleven years. That kind of paranoid pure-blood theory has long been out of the market, at least everyone will not show it unscrupulously.

What's more, many Slytherin wizards are also mixed blood.

Sitting at Ravenclaw's table, several people were still discussing Quidditch.

The twin brothers will go to the Quidditch arena in a while, and William, Hermione, Cedric, and Autumn, the four of them are going to Hagrid's cabin.

Hermione was completely isolated, and not many students of the same age were willing to talk to her, especially Ron.

But she didn't notice this. Except for class, she spent most of the day studying in the library with William.

At this moment, dozens of owls swarmed in, hovering in the auditorium, throwing letters and packages into the conversation crowd.

Then, another big gray guy circled the Gryffindor table a few times and flew toward Ravenclaw.

It was so old that it hadn't fallen down smoothly, so it plunged into the milk jug on the dining table. Suddenly, milk and feathers splashed on everyone.

"Erol!" Fred frowned, "How can it come?"

George held up his paw and pulled out the wet owl.

Errol fainted on the table, with his legs stretched out in the air, with a wet red envelope in his mouth.

"Oh, awful--" Fred exclaimed.

"It's okay, it's still alive." Hermione poked Errol carefully with her fingertips.

Bobo Tea even lay on the table and sniffed the owl with his nose.

As if feeling a cat watching it, Errol shook his paw.

"Ha—have a good show." Cedric pointed to the red envelope with a smile on his lips.Chinese under the pen www.bxzw.net

"What's the matter?" Hermione asked.

"Letter—Mom sent us a roaring letter." Fred said helplessly.

"You'd better open it quickly," Cedric said excitedly: "If you ignore it, it will explode and it will scream louder."

But the twin brothers did not dare to open it, and the four corners of the envelope had begun to smoke.

"Can you block the sound with'closed earplugs'?" George looked at William and asked quickly.

"No, the yelling letter is so loud, it definitely can't be blocked." William shook his head.

Listening to this spell with your earplugs closed will produce a buzzing sound, so that people around you can't hear the whispered speech of the spellcaster, but it is not effective against such a loud roar.

"Freezing Curse..."

"Well, maybe it can, but if it fails, it will make the sound louder as if it is not turned on, are you sure?"

"Confusion curse?"

Several people seemed to be engaged in academic discussions, completely ignoring the yelling letter, but the flames of the yelling letter became more and more obvious, and it was about to explode.

"My obfuscation spell is normal, but it's simple to make the letter think it has been opened."

William took out his wand, less than two seconds later, he put away the wand, calmly sat down and continued to drink his milk.

"Success?"

"No." William shrugged.

"Then you still drink milk so calmly?" Cedric was speechless.

"Obviously Mrs. Weasley was prepared." William said helplessly.

"She added a few spells to the envelope in advance. As long as someone tries to cast a spell on the yelling letter, they will just..."

Bang!

Needless to say William, everyone knew the result, and the roaring letter suddenly exploded with a roar.A loud noise filled the entire auditorium, shaking the dust off the ceiling.

"...I feel very sad, very guilty, and very self-blaming...

I didn't take care of you well and get into trouble every day. I bought a few maps and cared about you, but I dared to ignore my letter!

If you go on like this, if you get expelled from school, I won't be surprised at all. It depends on how I will clean up both of you.

right now!Immediately!!immediately!!!

Send me the map of Hogwarts without a second delay, or I will have a roaring letter every day..."

Mrs. Weasley's shout was hundreds of times louder than usual, and it shook the plates and spoons on the table so loudly that the echoes from the four stone walls were deafening.

The entire auditorium turned around to see who had received the roaring letter.

"And Ron, you are late every day, and you are late with Harry, so I am ashamed to write to you and ask me to buy you reference materials!

Are you sure that the money is to buy "reference materials", not to buy snacks?Don’t study well. If you’re late again, I will yell at you every day to get up..."

Ron was lucky, he was not in the hall, he was still sleeping and missed the roaring letter.

After a while, the roar stopped, and the ears were still humming.

There was joyous laughter in the hall, and the voices gradually began to ring.

The twins sat blankly, as if they had just been washed by the tide.

Give or not, this is a question:

Should we silently endure the merciless blow of the yelling letter,

Or give up night tours and immerse yourself in the boring campus life?

Which of these two behaviors is safer?

Brother Weasley: We are not human!

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(The third one, it's over! Finally no need to stay up late.)