Hogwarts snake in the mist

There was no doubt that Hermione didn't even wait for Harry and Ron until she arrived at the school gate and got into the carriage.From the beginning of the train, Hermione talked about them all the way.

Eric's ears were about to get calloused again. The first time was when Lockhart was forcibly ambushed in Diagon Alley.

However, Hermione stopped at Hogwarts, which finally allowed Eric to feel a little calmer.Then came the grand sorting ceremony. The sorting ceremony that I participated in a year ago is still vivid in my mind.

It was here that Eric put on the old Sorting Hat and was sorted into Slytherin, which is often rumored to be the college that has graduated the most dark wizards.

After sighing for a while, Eric didn't pay much attention to the sorting ceremony. There were no big names in this group of freshmen who needed attention, and there were no people related to him, so it wasn't worth his too much energy.

Fortunately, the sorting ceremony ended quickly and delicious food appeared on the table.He was actually hungry when he was on the train and wanted to buy some snacks.

But Hermione kept chattering, and he couldn't get anything in to talk to the flight attendant selling snacks.Moreover, she blocked the door, so he could only swallow silently while looking at the cart full of snacks being pushed past.

Because of the Shadow Mark thing, Draco kept glaring at Eric secretly during the dinner and on the way back to the common room, and rolled his eyes several times.

He could only roll his eyes. He would definitely not dare to let Malfoy go up to confront Eric.With Malfoy's timid character and fear of death, he was afraid of just one troublesome shadow mark for a long time, let alone others.

the next morning.

"Good morning Hermione, Ron and Harry, you are back too." Eric visited the Lion Court every day and picked up some desserts. Goyle and Crabbe basically packed up all the snacks in the Snake Court. In the blink of an eye, There was no time to grab the last piece of cake.

"They actually drove a flying car to Hogwarts and crashed a Whomping Willow. This has violated several school rules. They were almost expelled." Hermione was still angry with Harry and Ron. .

"Hermione, we already know, you don't have to keep stressing about school rules and regulations." Ron complained. Hermione had been talking to them for a long time in the common room yesterday, and now she started again.

"Okay, okay, stop arguing." Eric stretched out his evil little hand and took away the small cake in front of Ron, "She is also thinking about you, let this matter go away, as long as nothing happens to you. .”

"My arm was injured by the Whomping Willow, but Snape didn't mention my injury at all, and even said that we broke the Whomping Willow," Ron complained, "It seems that I was in Snape's arms." In Pu's eyes, a whomping willow is not as important."

While they were still chatting about the more important thing about the Whomping Willow and Ron, a gray owl flew into Hermione's pot.

Suddenly, milk and feathers splashed all over Ron and Eric. Eric just leaned forward to get the food, but the owl suddenly rushed over.

"Errol" Ron ignored the milk dripping everywhere and reached out to catch the poor owl lying in the pot. He pulled the owl out.

The pitiful Errol, with his paws upturned, still had a red envelope in his mouth. Ron was immediately shocked when he saw the red envelope.

"Hooray letter" Ron pointed weakly at that one, which seemed normal to Harry, but to Ron and Neville, it seemed like it would explode.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked confused.As soon as Eric saw the shouting letter, he saw that the situation was not good and quickly slipped back to his position.

"Mum sent me a howler letter" Ron felt like he was going crazy. "You'd better open it, Ron." Neville whispered. "My grandma sent it to me once. It would be worse if I didn't open it."

Ron reached out with careful hands, picked up the red envelope, and tore it open.Neville immediately blocked his ears, and Harry immediately knew why. A huge noise filled the entire Great Hall, shaking the dust from the ceiling.

"I wouldn't be surprised at all if they fire you for stealing a car. It depends on how I deal with you then. You probably haven't even thought about how your father and I would feel when we found out that the car was gone."

Mrs. Weasley shouted a hundred times louder than usual.The plates and spoons on the table shook, and the echoes from the stone walls were deafening.Everyone put down the food in their hands in a tacit understanding, even Goyle and Crabbe turned around to look at Ron.

"I received Dumbledore's letter last night. Your father was so ashamed that he almost died. We worked hard to raise you, but we never thought you would do something like that. You and Harry almost died."

Ron wanted to crawl under the ground, his forehead turned red. Harry heard Mrs. Weasley mention his name and tried his best to turn away as if he hadn't heard.

"It's so irritating. Your father will be examined at work. This is all your fault. If you don't behave yourself, we will take you back immediately."

The roar finally stopped, and the voice was still ringing in my ears.The red envelope that had fallen from Ron's hand burned and curled into ashes.Ron and Harry sat dumbly, still not recovering from what had just happened.

Eric, who sat far away and avoided being deafened in time, looked at them and sighed. This wave of executions was a public execution. No one except Gryffindor knew about it. , now it’s okay, I know everything I don’t want to know.

"Well, did you expect it to be anything else? Ron, I need to know you." Hermione closed the book Traveling with Vampires in her hand, lowered her head and looked at Ron's head, as if she was about to start her preaching again.

"Okay, I get it. Don't tell me that I deserve this." Ron interrupted Hermione angrily.

Harry was thinking about what Mrs. Weasley had just said.When he thought that the Weasley family had been so kind to him, but now Mr. Weasley had to be scrutinized for the trouble he had caused, he felt so guilty that he couldn't eat.

However, they no longer had any extra time to think about it. The deans of each college had already distributed new course schedules on their desks, and the first class of the semester was about to begin.

Eric picked up the Slytherin class schedule. Okay, the first class was on History of Magic in the early morning. Could it be that he wanted the students to catch up on their sleep in the morning?

He slowly followed the large team to the classroom, familiar classroom, familiar Ravenclaw, and familiar Professor Binns.Putting down the blank notes and finding a good position, Eric prepared to sleep.