Hogwarts: I am the power of purification

[Thanks to the five-star praise from "Blade Envoy", the editor will add another chapter]

Ron shook his head helplessly and explained with a look of annoyance: "Oh! Don't mention it, we encountered some unexpected troubles yesterday. That damn platform nine and three quarters was closed!

Harry said it was a house-elf named Dobby who did it! We had no choice but to drive the flying car to the school. "At this point, he seemed to remember the thrilling scene at that time and couldn't help shuddering.

"Oh? Is that so? I see, I saw in the Daily Prophet this morning that the car that was seen flying in the air by Muggles was actually driven by you! This is really unexpected!

Harry, Ron, why don't you send Hedwig to deliver a letter to Professor McGonagall? I'm sure she will have a way to properly solve the problem!" Rowling asked as if he suddenly realized something.

"That's right, Harry and Ron, you really acted too rashly this time! If you continue like this, Gryffindor house will probably lose all its points because of you two!" Hermione complained angrily.

"We've realized our mistake. We really didn't expect things to develop to such a serious level. Just yesterday, Ron and I almost ran into that terrifying Whomping Willow and were almost killed by it!" Thinking back to it now, Harry still had lingering fears, and there was a hint of panic in his voice.

Hearing this, Rowling almost couldn't help laughing out loud: "I have to admit that Harry Potter does have some talent for humor! 'Being beaten to death by the Whomping Willow', um... sounds quite rhyming! Maybe we can consider letting him become a rapper!" Rowling thought to himself.

"Oh my god! Look at my brand new wand that I just bought. It broke just like that! I am so sad! I have already sold the old wand I used before. What's worse is that even my dad's precious flying car ran away by itself!

If mom and dad knew about this, they would definitely beat me to death!" Ron cried with regret and fear on his face.

"Professor McGonagall told us to arrive at the professors' offices late every night to help with their work as a punishment for us," Harry said weakly!

At this moment, a harsh and sarcastic voice suddenly sounded: "Hey, who is this? Oh, it turns out to be the famous Mr. Harripot! You were not sent home on the Hogwarts Express!

"You are so brave and fearless, driving the flying car around and rushing around! And you, Weasley, when my father finds out about this, he will definitely investigate your father thoroughly! Haha! Oh! Good morning, Rowling." The person who spoke was Draco with a smug look on his face.

Hearing this sarcasm, Harry Potter and Ron stared at Draco at the same time, their eyes full of resentment.

"Good morning, Draco." Rowling replied with a smile!

"Dear little wizards, please return to your seats!" With Professor Sprout's shout, the Herbology class officially began!

The sunlight poured into the spacious and solemn auditorium through the glass windows. At noon, all the little wizards gathered here as usual to enjoy a sumptuous lunch.

Rowling was sitting at the long table, enjoying the delicious food with gusto. While eating, he was paying attention to the movements of his classmates around him. Ron was seen frantically fiddling with a roll of magic tape, trying to tie up his broken wand tightly.

Poor little Ronnie! Rowling seemed to feel helpless about the monotonous extracurricular life. After all, in Hogwarts, there were no mobile phones to play games or watch videos, and no TV to watch exciting programs to kill time.

Thinking of this, Rowling couldn't help but wonder: It seems I have to think carefully about how to develop Hogwarts' entertainment industry!

At this moment, an excited voice was heard: "Hello, Harry!" It turned out that Colin was running towards Harry with a camera in his hand, and quickly pressed the shutter. With a "click", a photo was taken.

"My name is Colin Creevey, and I'm from Gryffindor like you!" Colin introduced himself enthusiastically.

"Hello, Colin! Nice to meet you." Harry responded with a smile.

However, their conversation was interrupted by a sudden commotion. An old owl rushed into the hall like a cannonball, attracting everyone's attention. Rowling took a closer look and immediately recognized that the owl was from the Weasley family. There was no way, because it looked so unique - with messy feathers and tired eyes, it looked like it had experienced vicissitudes of life.

At this moment, Ron looked at the howling letter in front of him, his face turned pale and full of fear, as if he was holding a bomb in his hand that would explode at any time, and he did not dare to reach out to open it.

Seeing this, Neville on the side kindly reminded: "I think you'd better open it quickly. Last time my grandmother sent me a howler letter, and I didn't dare to open it at the time. As a result... the consequences were simply unimaginable!" Hearing this, Ron couldn't help but shudder, but finally he plucked up the courage and slowly tore open the envelope with trembling hands.

"Ron Weasley, you are such an ignorant fellow, you actually dared to steal a car without permission! I am so mad at you! Do you know that because of your reckless behavior, your father now has to face a severe investigation by the Ministry of Magic!

All of this is due to you. If it happens again, I will immediately catch you home and teach you a lesson!" The roaring letter contained Mrs. Weasley's furious roar, which was deafening, as if the whole world could feel her anger.

"Oh, my dear Ginny, congratulations. It's great that you've been selected for Gryffindor House. Dad and I are so proud of you!" Mrs. Weasley's ecstatic cheers were then heard in the letter.

Rowling walked briskly into the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom in the afternoon. As soon as he stepped into the classroom, he was stunned by the scene in front of him - the classroom was full of Lockhart's selfies, the number of which was jaw-dropping. Not only that, but behind the podium was a huge picture of Lockhart, whose narcissism was beyond imagination.

"This is too narcissistic..." Rowling couldn't help but mutter. At this moment, a sound of footsteps came from far away. It turned out that Lockhart was walking down the stairs slowly.

He kept muttering to himself and introducing himself to the students: "Please allow me to introduce myself briefly. I am your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher! I am the famous Gilderoy Lockhart, the holder of the Third Class Order of Merlin, Honorary Member of the Anti-Dark Arts League and many other honors!

Moreover, I have won the "Witch Weekly's Most Charming Smile Award" for five consecutive times! But I don't want to mention these things, I don't rely on my charming smile to exorcise monsters! "

After saying that, he did not forget to show a smile that he thought was very handsome. However, the innocent little witches in the audience had already been fascinated by him, and each of them had an intoxicated look on their faces. Harry and the others looked at each other in bewilderment!

"A bunch of idiots, are you as handsome as me!" Luo Lin looked at them with contempt!