DNF Meets Harry Potter

"Okay, okay, I can't be angry about this."

At this time, the time for dinner had also arrived, and a rich breakfast rose from the table. Carl picked up a sandwich and delivered it to his mouth. Last night, he and Nyali spent the night in the request room. He was already hungry.

"They go on like this, and sooner or later they will violate more serious school rules and be expelled!"

Miss Masterstone pursed her lips, and there was still an angry look on her face.

"That's how the little wizard who was 11 or 12 years old in the rebellious period, not to mention Gryffindor. It will be true when they can one day realize how serious the impact of a thing hidden behind the scene is Is a qualified wizard.

This process is gradual and cannot be accomplished overnight. I can see that, Professor Dumbledore has planned very deeply ~ "

Niyali elegantly picked up the black tea in front of her, and took a sip slightly, refusing to say without refutation. Compared to Hogwarts' pumpkin juice, she still likes to make black tea with herself.

Now it ’s Nayari ’s tea break ...

"That's it ~ ... So, I think Professor Dumbledore's punishment is still too light, and they should invest more deeply in their work to reflect on it!"

Hermione took a bite of the pumpkin pie in his hand and already had some momentum from Professor McGonagall.

"One month of confinement is enough. Filch has been in the castle for so many years. There are many ways to disgust people."

Carl poured himself a cup of black tea and said slowly.

He was very surprised that people from other worlds could make such delicious tea ... at least at this point, he tried his best to understand the magic of the dimension and desperately went to Insmouth.

However, what is the name of this tea? Have a chance to ask Nayali, do n’t be a tentacle!

"But I didn't see how powerful he was last semester ~ ..."

Hermione pursed her lips in disbelief.

"No, no, you only saw the first floor, Filch is not that simple, otherwise it will not be harmed by Pippi ghosts, old bats and Hogwarts ~ ..."

"And have you heard anything like a roaring letter? I heard from George and Fred that both of them had received several roaring letters from Mrs. Weasley because of mischief in the past two years."

"This time Ron poked such a big basket, and maybe even a Muggle newspaper. How could it run away ?! I don't believe Mrs. Weasley didn't scold him for **** heads.

Karl smiled mysteriously, and knew that it was an old cake.

"When I returned to Ravenclaw's bedroom yesterday, I also saw Filch insidiously waxing those torture tools under the dim light to keep them smooth ..."

Nayali also inserted a sentence at this time. In her view, the old man of Filch was really tight. Almost catching up with their pair of tentacles and curses.

As the three chatted, the wizards who came to breakfast in the auditorium increased.

When the people came, the sound of wings fluttering out of the hall. Karl looked up, and a large number of owls rushed in from outside the castle, flying towards their respective locked targets, and delivered a letter and objects to the recipients of the four college long tables with great precision.

After a large group of owls have completed their tasks. Above his head, an owl swaying in the air with some difficulty has just flew over, with a red letter in his mouth, flapping his wings weakly, and flying very slowly up and down, making Karl unable to help. Worried about whether the owl would suddenly fall vertically into the little wizard's bowl at the next moment.

Fortunately, this old owl, which looked a little dizzy, finally completed the task assigned to it by the owner. Although the process was not perfect-it ended up in the Ron oatmeal bowl, which made the little wizards of the four schools laugh, and the red letter was buried in the oatmeal even The film looks so dazzling on the desktop.

Nayali also had an additional newspaper in her hand. It was the most authoritative daily newspaper of the magician. Before she came to Hogwarts, the main source of information about the magical world was these newspapers and some chronicle magic history books.

Nyari just glanced a little, and found that the car that Harry and Ron drove occupied the C position of the front page headline.

"Nuo, look ..."

Seeing the figure of an acquaintance, Nayali suddenly lost interest in this version of the newspaper, and immediately dropped it on the long table to Hermione.

Miss Masterstone looked at the exaggerated content above and suddenly couldn't help covering her head. Although Harry and Ron were very skinny, there was no such exaggeration.

Carl glanced at the writer, Rita Skeeter, and immediately understood everything. This man is the female version of Lockhart, just like him, who specializes in fake meals.

It's just that the two operations are different. Lockhart uses tricks and tricks to trick the wizard and forget everything, and Rita Skeeter relies on Animagus to inquire about the news to make a big magical change ...

None are fuel-efficient lamps!

Hermione stood up, UU reading www.uukanshu. As soon as Com was about to return to Gryffindor, there was a loud noise.

"Look at it! Harry and Ron are in the newspaper, or the headlines!"

The blasting voice of Mr. Simone Finigan, the demolition ghost, spread throughout the auditorium. Obviously, some Gryffindor lions also subscribed to this newspaper, and they let him see it.

"Ron ~, we ... seem to be on fire ..."

Harry swallowed hard, trying to force the shock deep down in his heart. Although he saw them in Muggle newspapers from Snape yesterday, he never expected that they would be on the front page of the wizarding world after a day.

"Ha ~, Harry ~ ..., show me ..."

Ron heard the bad news like a thunderbolt on the sunny day, and his voice trembled a little. Then he took Harry's hand as if he had Parkinson's syndrome and took the newspaper from him. With a glance, he almost fainted in fear.

But even if life is difficult, face him with a smile.

Mr. Finigan noticed the red letter and began to laugh loudly, giving Ron the final blow: "Roaring letter! It is a rare roaring letter, it seems that our Ron is blessed!"

"Nairi, I think we should ..."

At this time, Karl couldn't care about eating, drinking, and drinking, so he had to prepare early.

"I see, close your ears and listen!"

Naiyali put down the black tea in her hands and was very unhappy. It was so difficult to drink tea. After reading so many magic books, she of course knew what the roaring letter was. The thing that broke out was a naked phonological magic, a difficult batch.