Dynavale and Hogwarts

The next day, after the expedition team gathered at the training base, Dana told the other three that he would take care of the magical plants in the first and second greenhouses from now on, and anyone who wanted to can go there.

Sure enough, as Dana expected, only Neville wanted to go. He happily made an appointment with Dana and would go after class every afternoon.

Jarvan had no interest in cultivating plants with his own hands. He didn't want to keep himself covered in dirt. But I am very interested in the statistics that Dana mentioned and feel that many patterns can be drawn from them.

Dana happens to have little interest in boring statistics. So when Jiawen said he was interested, he immediately assigned the task to him. Both of them were very happy. As for little Joseph, he had little interest in plants, and Dana didn't care either.

Next comes personal training time. The four people each stood in a corner, practicing their spell casting. Dana combined the spell-casting movements he had practiced recently and cast all the spells he knew.

Dana felt that casting the spell was much faster and much easier than before. The intimacy between the wand and myself seems to have increased. The training of basic movements seems to be very effective.

After Dana finished his training, he saw that his companions had begun sparring and joined in.

During lunch, everyone agreed to conduct formation drills next week, then bid farewell to each other and left the base in batches.

After dinner, Dana went directly to the library and started reading the book of spells. It's just a preliminary browse now. After you have a more comprehensive understanding of the magic spell, you can start detailed study.

After this lesson, it was past dinner time without realizing it, and Dana had no choice but to run to the kitchen again and have dinner under the warm hospitality of the house elf.

Dana returned to the dormitory and threw himself on the bed. His body was very tired, but his spirit could not stop. Thinking of what Neville said, I felt an indescribable feeling in my heart.

Before parting at the end of the morning training, Neville called Dana privately and told him that he and the trio had seen the three-headed dog.

He asked Dana with some distress: "Tell me, should I tell Professor McGonagall or the principal about this?"

Dana did not answer directly, but asked him: "What did you think about it?"

Neville was a little irritated: "Well, I think it's wrong to hide this from the professors; but if I tell it, Harry and the others will be punished, and even Gryffindor will have points deducted."

Dana understands Neville's contradictions, but does not want to make decisions for him. Everyone needs to grow up.

"From the perspective of upholding school rules, it is right to tell the professor. Harry and the others violated school rules and should be punished.

From the perspective of classmates and friends, it is right not to report it. After all, no one was harmed, but these friends may need to be warned not to violate school rules next time.

Go back and think carefully about which position you would rather consider this issue from. "

Of course Dana knew what Neville would choose. But what Dana is worried about now is whether he can change the future. Things always seem to develop according to a predetermined trajectory with huge inertia:

He helped Neville find Leif on the train, but Neville still left it on the boat, and was discovered by Hagrid, returning to the original plot again; he secretly reminded Neville many times to pay attention to flight safety, and he He still fell off the broom; he told him to go back to the lounge early and don’t forget the password, but in the end he still saw the three-headed dog with the trio.

Is this a sign that nothing will change in the future?

"No, no matter what, you have to try hard to know." Dana encouraged himself.

"Tomorrow is Monday. I hope Malfoy likes the little gift that he and the Weasley brothers gave him." Dana thought as she stared at the top of the bed.

On Monday morning, Dana and her roommates sat at the long Hufflepuff table enjoying breakfast.

Dana looked at the staff table. Monday mornings were always the most crowded, and this time was no exception. Basically all the professors were present.

Dana specially observed Professor Kettleburn, who taught magical animals, and decided to obtain permission to enter and exit the Forbidden Forest from him. It looks like he has some trouble with his legs and feet and would welcome a helper.

While he was thinking, hundreds of owls flew into the hall. As usual, luck fell on Dana's shoulder. He nuzzled Dana's head with his round face and looked at the fish and chips with burning eyes.

Dana took some on a small plate and absently cut it into small portions with a knife and fork for Lucky to eat. However, his eyes were fixed on the owls flying towards the Slytherin table, and he saw one of them holding a red howling letter and throwing it away. On Malfoy's lap.

When Dana saw Malfoy's pale face and trembling hands reaching for the envelope, he withdrew his eyes and began to concentrate on feeding Lucky. Lucky recognized Dana's serious attitude and no longer pecked Dana's hand with his mouth from time to time.

Soon, a high-pitched female voice came from the restaurant, roaring with full force:

"Draco Malfoy,

You scum of wizards, a bug in the gutter. You actually dared to evade the wizard duel you initiated and fled without fighting. Not only did you disgrace the Malfoy family, you also insulted the family of your assistant.

A wizard like you is only busy showing off your identity, has no dignity as a wizard, lacks the virtues that a wizard should have, and lies like maggots on the family's honor book. What qualifications do you have for a scoundrel who only knows how to shout? Laugh at those half-blood and Muggle-born classmates that you look down upon. At least they did not back down and faced your challenge. By the way, how did you do it?"

Dana saw Malfoy, Goyle, and Crabbe jump up and try to catch the Howler, but in vain. At the teacher's desk, Snape pulled out his wand and cast a spell.

The roaring letter seemed to have not completed its mission. It drifted away for a while, escaped the curse, and continued to roar:

"You ran away, and what's even more despicable is that in order to cover up your cowardice, you even reported it to Filch. Gee, I almost forgot. Telling is the virtue Slytherin taught you.

If Slytherin's House Cup was won by informing and your shameless headmaster not giving points to other houses, Salazar Slytherin would be ashamed of it if he were alive today. "

Dana was a little helpless and agreed not to involve others, so as not to cause conflict among the young wizards. They were careful not to involve purebloods, but ended up involving Snape. It seemed that the Weasley brothers had a deep grudge against Snape.

Dana looked at the faculty table. Fortunately, several other deans looked at Snape with interest and a bit of ridicule. It seemed that the other deans were also dissatisfied.

But Snape pursed his lips tightly, without saying a word, took out his wand and cast a more powerful spell, and rushed towards the shouting letter.

The roaring letter, which was about to burn out, jumped as hard as he could to avoid the curse, leaving a lingering sound:

“The Sorting Hat has assigned you to different houses so that you can show off your talents and prove each other, rather than pitting you against each other and becoming enemies.

If you can't learn from this, then when you encounter trouble in the future, you can only cross your index fingers and pray to Merlin, and you will be surrounded by your friends, not despicable informers.

Malfoy, I'll keep an eye on you."

Dana saw the helpless Malfoy; the sullen Snape; the thoughtful Dumbledore, and the noisy four heads of the house; finally he looked at the blushing face and said something to the people around him. Neville, Dana smiled.

The best way to deal with a conspiracy is to expose it to the sun.

Malfoy finally staggered out of the restaurant with the support of the two guardians on his left and right. Every long table was condemning Malfoy, expressing disdain and dissatisfaction with him. Even the Slytherin table is no exception.

Dana made no apologies to Malfoy for being young. Being young is not a reason to hurt others. Everyone is responsible for their actions sometimes parents.

I wonder when old Malfoy will rush to school. If Dana dared to bet a hundred gold galleons, Old Malfoy would definitely use his identity as school director to demand a thorough investigation of the matter and restrictions on the howling letters.

Dana wished him good luck and then cheerfully joined in the conversation among his roommates.