There are always many interesting little things happening in ordinary days, at least for Ahi.

In the hall, Hogwarts students were having breakfast. On four long tables were placed with wheat porridge, dishes of marinated fish and bacon, and the sky looked dark and cloudy from the magic ceiling.

Ash and Hermione sat together, next to them Harry and Ron Hermione leaned against the milk jug and looked at the book seriously.

Since learning about the great deeds Harry and Ron have done, Hermione has been very dissatisfied with the two. When she said good morning to them this morning, she spoke in a hard tone.

Neville walked over happily and said hello to them, "I will receive mailing packages at any time - I think my grandparents will send me some items that I forgot to bring."

While everyone was eating, hundreds of owls flew over their heads. They flew in one after another and circled around the hall. Then they threw the letters and packages into the crowd of Qingqing. A big, bulging package hit Neville's head. Just a second later, an unknown gray object fell into Hermione's jar, sprinkling them with milk and feathers.

Of course, that gray unknown object is Ron's owl.

"Erol!" Ron screamed, lifting the wet owl in the milk jar. Erol couldn't stand steadily and fell down again, not awakening. It also had a wet red envelope in its mouth.

"Ah, no-" Ron gasped.

"It's okay, it can't die," Hermione said, while gently stroked its feathers with her fingertips. However, Ah Xi, who was beside her, had a happy smile on her face.

“Not it—it’s this.”

Ron pointed to the red envelope and said. Harry couldn't see anything special, but Neville looked at it with fear, as if the envelope would explode at any time.

"What's going on?" Harry asked.

"She sent me a roaring letter." Ron almost fainted.

"Ron, you'd better open it," Neville whispered timidly. "If you don't open it, it might be more troublesome. My grandfather once sent me one, and I ignored it, and the end-" He swallowed, "It's terrible anyway."

"What is Roaring Letter?" Ah Xi approached and pretended not to know how to ask.

Ron's attention was all focused on the letter, and the four corners of the letter began to smoke.

"Open it quickly," Neville urged. "It's over in a few minutes."

Ron trembledly and took the letter from Errol's mouth, smoothed it out, and tore it apart. Neville on the other side stuffed his finger into his ear. In the blink of an eye, an angry voice filled the entire hall, even shaking the dust from the ceiling.

"... I stole the car, and if they fire you out of school, I wouldn't be surprised at all. If I were to catch you, you would have something to look good. I think you never thought about how your parents would worry about finding out that the car was missing..."

Mrs. Weasley's voice was at least a hundred times larger than usual, howling in the air.

The dishes and spoons on the table were pounding up and down, and the sound of the stone wall bounced back was deafening.

Everyone in the hall turned around to see who received the roaring letter. Ron collapsed on the chair, wishing to shrink his whole body into a ball and prevent his scarlet face from being seen by others.

"...I received Dumbledore's letter last night. I think your dad would die of shame. We have never taught you how to do this. You and Harry should have killed him..." Harry finally waited for his name to appear. He pretended to stuff his hands with his ears, and could not hear the sound that was resounding through the hall.

"...It's simply a shame for the family. Your father suspended his job at the unit and asked about it. It's all your fault! If you dare to take another wrong step, we will take you home immediately."

Finally, people's ears were still "buzzing" in their ears. The red envelope fell from Ron's hand and quickly caught fire and suddenly burned to ashes. Harry and Ron sat in their seats and couldn't speak for a long time. Several people laughed, and then a low voice rang out in the hall.

"Hehehe..." Yaxi also laughed obscenely, "Ron, you won't like that flying car in the future!"

Hermione closed "Sailing with the Vampire" and looked down at Ron.

"I don't think you would have expected this, Ron, but you-"

"Don't say I deserve it." Ron retorted.

Harry put his wheat porridge aside. He was very uneasy. Mr. Weasley has now suspended his post and asked about it. After all, thanks to the care of the Weasleys this holiday...

At this time, Professor McGonagall came to the Gryffindor table and distributed the course schedule. Yaxi took it and saw that their first and second lessons today were Professor Sprout's herbal lesson.

...

Herbal medicine is a subject that Neville likes very much, and it is actually the only subject he can learn. He also thinks so.

However, when Lockhart came to the herbal medicine teaching site to visit, everyone was very unhappy. Let us take the initiative to ignore those girls here.

Today's herbalism studies something called Mandela grass. The reason why it is called is because this plant is like a hungry baby and can scream. That kind of scream is very unpleasant!

Although he was very unhappy, Yaxi still studied hard because he knew that he might need this thing soon.

After herbalism, it was Professor McGonagall's Transformation, which was Yaxi's strength. In the Transformation Class, Ron broke his wand and made a lot of jokes. He was very embarrassed, but his family was not enough to buy another one for him.

Finally it was time to eat again, but after the hearty lunch, trouble came.

A thin, slutty boy, staring at Harry in a daze. He held the normal camera used by the Magistrate in his hand.

When Harry looked over, his face turned red like a ripe apple.

"Hello, Harry. I-I am Colin Clivie," he almost breathed a little, and he took a tentative step forward. "I am also Gryffindor College. Do you think—can you—let me take a photo?" he said with hope.

"Take a photo?" Harry repeated blankly.

"This proves that I have seen you," Colin Clivi said eagerly, taking a few steps forward. "I know all about your deeds, what others told me. How did you escape from the hands of the 'that person', and how he disappeared, and about the shining scars on your forehead, a boy in our dormitory told me that if I wash the film with the right amount of potion, the scenery and people in the photo would move."

Colin took a deep breath in excitement, "This is amazing, right? I never knew magic could do this before I received the admission notice from Hogwarts. My dad gave milk, and he didn't believe it. Now I want to take some photos to him. If I could take a photo for you, it would be great-" He looked at Harry pleadedly, "—Can your friend help take a photo, I stood beside you, and you signed the autograph?"

Colin's arrival was of course a troublesome, but Ahi was happy to watch the fun, but soon a nasty voice sounded.

"Signed photos? Are you sending the signed photos, Porter?"
Chapter completed!