Hogwarts on the Tip of the Tongue

On Friday, it was a memorable day for Harry and Elena.

For the first time in Hogwarts Castle for so many days, this is the first time she has successfully escaped the trickery sinking steps.

"Oh, Neville, you should remember to jump over here."

The little hair on Elena's head shook with great luck, imitating Granger's arrogant tone, while holding her arm with Neville's arm rolling her eyes, turning the name The bad-faced boy with round face pulled out of the pit.

"I can't remember this, by the way, what classes do we have today?"

Neville struggled out of the sunken steps, patting the dust on his body while looking at Hermione.

"Two potions lessons, all in the morning, with the students of Slytherin."

Before Hermione could answer, Harry's voice came from behind them.

Obviously, it ’s not just the three of them who got up early today. This may be the earliest time since Harry entered school. He ca n’t wait to go to the potions classroom to face the man who may know his mother ’s past story. Professor Nep.

There have been rumors in Gryffindor College. As the dean of Slytherin College, Snape has always been particularly partial to his students, and especially aimed at the little wizards of Gryffindor-Harry only hopes that Snape The professor can see that his preparation for the potion class is not bad, and he is willing to answer a few questions patiently.

"Sister Elena, are you sure Professor Snape really knows my mother?"

On the dining table, Harry put Elaine into the porridge while he asked anxiously-this was the third time he had asked this question at this breakfast, as if he had been cast a spell of repetition same.

"Not sure! Not sure! Ask yourself!"

Elena took a deep breath and tried to control her urge to pat the plate on the face of "Mr. Saviour", repeating again in a bad tone, "Also, if you ask again, I will definitely let you go today No potions class! "

"but……"

Facing Elena's fierce gaze, Harry Potter shouted, closing her mouth helplessly and lowering her head to drink porridge quietly.

But the expression on the boy ’s face was still full of uneasiness, and the table knife was scribbled in the center of the plate, and the beautiful Benedict egg was stirred into a paste, and hesitated for a long time. Gather the courage again and look at Elena.

"Sister Elena ..."

At this moment, the owl mail time arrived every morning.

Harry looked up enviously, looking at the sky, and saw a hundred owls passing through the open circular window, flapping their wings and flying into the auditorium, hovering above the people in conversation, looking for their respective owners or recipients .

So far, Hedwig has not brought anything to Harry.

It sometimes flew in and pecked at Harry ’s ears to get a small bite of toast, and more often squatted in an owl shed and slept with other owls on campus—and what made Harry more envious Elena, who is also from the non-magical world, received a thick letter from the grain reserve.

"I finally wrote back. So thick, it seems that I wrote a lot."

Elena glanced at Juanxiu's ethereal font on the envelope, her mouth slightly raised, showing a satisfied smile.

It appears that Mr. Xenophilius Lovegood has agreed to the cooperation mentioned in her last reply.

Because in the last reply, her first request was:

For the sake of prudence and confidentiality, if Lovegood is willing to carry out follow-up cooperation, then every subsequent communication between the two parties needs to be replaced by another person to transcribe-obviously, the poor, homeless and stingy "The only helper the editor can find is his daughter Luna Lovegood.

However, before waiting for Elena to open the envelope, a loud noise suddenly broke out on the table at Slytherin College.

The loud noise swept across the auditorium like a hurricane, shaking down the dust on the ceiling. Elena thought at first that there was an explosion, but she soon realized what it was.

"... Wasteful food, shameful behavior! You still have a face to write letters to disturb your uncle? After receiving a letter from Dumbledore last night, my father and I were almost ashamed and prepared to rush to the school to pick you up overnight . The glory and glory of our Greengrass family are not left to prodigals like you!

A roaring letter, apparently from the mother of some unlucky child of the Greengrass family.

The adult witch's angry roar resounded throughout the auditorium. The dishes and spoons on the table rattled. The echoes from the four stone walls were deafening. The people in the entire hall turned to see who had received the roaring letter.

And the little wizard who proudly showed off his uncle as the school director two days ago was now completely in his seat, a small face flushed.

In fact, since the red envelope fell on his knee from the sky, the child has been stupid.

Fortunately, this embarrassing situation did not last long—because he was not alone.

Before the content of the roaring letter was read, the same roar burst from the other end of the Slytherin table. The huge roar from the auditorium intertwined and hit everyone's ear drums.

"... You don't need to come back this Christmas! Even if you go home, you don't want to eat a bite of hot bread!"

"Complain about taking part in farm work on the weekend? You deserve it!"

"The semester's pocket money is cancelled, and then let me find that you are wasting food, I absolutely personally ..."

Then, as the owls in the sky kept pouring into the auditorium, the red letters, one after another in the flock of birds, hovered over everyone's head like a moving bomb.

Throughout the entire Hogwarts Auditorium, there was a horrifying roar of roaring letters.

Many little wizards looked up at the sky with diligence, and Elena even saw that many children had closed their eyes and began to pray quietly in prayer, fearing that they would suddenly receive such a "moving heart". Home book.

Undoubtedly, judging from the current feedback effect, the proposal that she gave Professor Dumbledore's "Hogwarts Auto Reply" in the kitchen a few days ago was very well implemented.

It's actually not difficult to imagine ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ When a parent who wrote to Hogwarts for questioning aggressively, after receiving a graphic description of his child's various food waste, it would be What a shame and anger reaction.

You should know that in order to facilitate understanding, Elena even intimately listed a simple formula, so that each house elf has indicated at the end of the reply that such a conversion, after a school year, their children waste The amount of food is about equal to how much Jin Jialong consumes.

"Listen with earplugs closed."

Elena pulled out her wand and leisurely nodded Hermione covering her ears.

This is a new spell she learned in the spell class yesterday. The principle of sound transmission is too simple, so for Elena there is no difficulty in casting and understanding.

However, she did not intend to cast this magic on herself.

"It's hilarious ..."

Elena took a sip from the milk with honey and happily admired the chaotic scene in the auditorium, listening carefully to the affectionate messages from parents and their prodigal children The endless roaring letter explosion sounds like the sounds of fireworks and firecrackers resounding through the sky every New Year in previous life.

"It's really nostalgic. I didn't expect to feel the traditional New Year atmosphere at Hogwarts Castle."

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RUA ～

Today ’s first chapter. . Fat chicken strives to complete the later addition ~

There are two remaining debts, and try to finish it before this month, so that you can save your papers happily ~~~

New Year's Eve, New Year's Eve ~ Little Elena will give you an early year ~~ Red envelope for you ~

By the way, ask for the monthly ticket, and it will be next month, and it will be wasted if you do n’t vote ~~~~~