Hogwarts Archmage

Gryffindor is a strange house. Harry and Ron, who almost caused a big trouble, are enjoying hero treatment. During breakfast, almost everyone was discussing their "great achievements" yesterday.

Ron was holding his head high, munching on breakfast while bragging about his wit and bravery, like a returning king.

It's a pity that the king abdicated at the end of breakfast, accompanied by a shriveled old bird that plunged into Hermione's milk jug.

Hermione stretched out two fingers and took it out with great effort. She introduced it to Esther next to her with a look of helplessness: "This is the Weasley family's owl Errol. I reminded them of this when Harry lost contact." The bird is dying on the road, but apparently Mrs. Weasley has no plans to retire it just yet."

After speaking, he untied the letter from its paw and threw it to Ron, and placed Errol on an empty spot on the table to let it dry.

"Ron, maybe you can remind Professor Walder and ask him to exchange part of his salary into owls for your father the next time he pays his salary." Esther placed a cleaning spell on the owl Hermione placed on the table. "It's too old and will throw away your things."

Ron's fingers holding the red envelope began to tremble.

"What's wrong?" Harry didn't recognize this thing and asked curiously as he looked at his gay friend. Neville explained to him: "It's a roaring letter. Grandma sent it to me once. I ignored it. It was too scary. Already…”

"What is the Howling Letter?" Harry, the curious baby, asked again, but Neville no longer bothered to explain to him, and kept reminding Ron to open it quickly.

"Maybe you can try this." Ma En stretched out a finger and handed it to Ron, with a blue flame burning on it.

Smoke began to smoke from the four corners of the envelope. Ron thought for a moment, then held the envelope in his hand and handed it to Marn's fingers with trembling hands...

The moment the envelope came into contact with the flames, it broke away from Ron's hand and jumped up into the air.

"Oh! No!" Neville yelled in horror, blocked his ears and got under the table. Ron looked at Marn desperately, and Marn looked embarrassed: "Sorry, man, I seem to be in trouble. Already…”

After saying that, he quickly extinguished the flame and used earplugs for himself and Esther and Hermione who were close to him. By the time he wanted to add one for Harry, it was already too late...

The envelope made a deafening explosion in the sky. Everyone with ears in the entire auditorium raised their heads and looked here blankly. A voice many times louder than the ordinary roar sounded in the air:

"Ron Weasley! How dare you do such a thing!!"

On this day, from the auditorium to the Owlery, from the Forbidden Forest to the clock tower, Hogwarts echoed with Jasmine's shouts everywhere. The entire school knew that Ron had stolen a car and caused his father to be investigated. It's so big that even Marne, who listens with closed earplugs, can hear it to some extent.

After finishing the letters, Harry's eyes had turned into mosquito-repellent incense before he could close his ears. Ron sat blankly with his mouth open, as if he had lost his soul. Walder joked at the professor's chair: "I think we can hire her." If you come to school as a daytime administrator, the students will definitely become more honest."

Dumbledore nodded, "I'll send her a letter when I get back."

After Harry recovered, he had a guilty look on his face, but he soon had no time to feel guilty. Professor McGonagall was handing out curriculum to each little wizard according to their grade. The courses for the second grade were more complicated than those for the first grade. A lot, which turned his already somewhat depressed mood directly into depression.

Ron remained motionless with his mouth open, like a stone sculpture. Even though Professor McGonagall patted him on the head, he did not recover. Marne and Esther were watching Hermione draw red hearts on the class schedule... She Every Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson is marked.

"I bet on Nat, she will definitely regret it." Ma En pulled Esther aside and whispered.

Esther was a little confused, "Why? Professor Lockhart's writing is good?"

"It's really well written, and I've read it too. It's really good to read as a novel for entertainment, but... it's hard to explain in one sentence, and it's not just her, Margaery probably won't feel too good about it either."

"Is there something wrong with the content in Professor Lockhart's book?"

"The content should be fine, but...it's hard to talk about it anyway."

"Okay, then I'll bet Nat that she won't regret it."

"Okay." The two high-fived.

Then they met Margaery when they went to class.

At this time, Margaery's face could no longer be described as ugly, it was very, very ugly, but she still said hello to a few people, "Marn, how was your summer?"

"I am OK, you?"

"I'm not bad, just a little busy."

"I thought I would meet you when I went to Flourish and Blotts Bookstore that day. After all, Lockhart himself was there signing books."

Margaery took a deep breath and her face turned even darker: "Marne, never mention Lockhart's name in front of me, ever."

"Well, it looks like you're not too happy..."

"I did go to Flourish and Blotts Bookstore that day, and Professor Snape accompanied me."

"Then why didn't I meet you?" Ma En asked with some confusion. They spent nearly an afternoon wandering around Diagon Alley.

“I went to Flourish and Blotts for a look and then left.”

"Why? Didn't you go in and ask for an autograph?"

"Don't mention this, or you should be ready to go to Azkaban to rescue me."

"Ah... well."

Ma En has never seen Margery's face look so ugly, and this is the first time she has heard such words from her mouth. Sure enough, the netizens in my previous life have not deceived me. A true fan turned into a negative fan is better than Ordinary black powder is even more deadly.

After chatting for a while, they said goodbye to Margaery and went to class. Margaery hadn't been to class for a long time, but she was far busier than class. She had a lot of potions to make today, saying that Snape had left them for her. homework.

And Ron... it took a long time for him to recover, and he was still in a daze until today's class was over. Obviously, this incident had a huge psychological impact on him.

It wasn't until Lockhart was in class the next day that he had some energy - this guy didn't have the spirit of a teacher at all. He hid directly when he got into trouble. Ron couldn't care less about continuing to be sad and tried his best to drive him away. The Cornish elf flew next to him to avoid being hung from the chandelier like the unlucky Neville before him.

Marn was hiding in the corner. He had not been attacked yet and was whispering to Esther:

"I think this is not bad. At least he has recovered."

"I think you should clean up these things in the classroom first." Esther still had a smile on her face, but said without any tone in her voice.