Chapter 329 New Year

Friday was a memorable day for Harry and Elena.

For the first time in a long time at Hogwarts Castle, Elena managed to successfully escape the deceptive sinking steps.

" Oh, Neville, you should remember to jump here."

Elena's lock of hair quivered with great luck, imitating Granger's arrogant tone, as she held onto Neville's arm, rolling her eyes, preventing the round-faced boy from falling into the hole.

"I can't remember that, by the way, what classes do we have today?"

Neville struggled to get out of the sunken steps, shaking the dust off his body as he looked at Hermione.

"Two potions classes, all in the morning, with the Slytherin students."

Before Hermione could respond, Harry's voice reached them from behind.

Obviously, not only had they woken up early today. This might be the earliest hour since Harry entered the school. He couldn't wait to go to the potions classroom and confront the man who might know about his mother's past. Professor Snape.

There had been rumors in the Gryffindor house. As the head of the Slytherin house, Snape had always been particularly biased towards his students, and especially targeted the little wizards of Gryffindor. Harry only hoped that Professor Snape could see that his preparation for the potions class was not poor, and be willing to answer some questions patiently.

"Sister Elena, are you sure that Professor Snape really knew my mother?"

At the table, Harry pushed Elena towards the porridge while asking anxiously. This was the third time he had asked this question at breakfast, as if he had been cast a repeating spell.

"I'm not sure! I'm not sure! Ask yourself!"

Elena took a deep breath and tried to control her impulse to hit him with the plate in the face, repeating in an unpleasant tone, "Moreover, if you ask again, I will definitely get you out of the potions class today!"

"But..."

Faced with Elena's fierce gaze, Harry Potter shouted, helpless, closing his mouth and lowering his head to silently drink the porridge.

However, the expression on the boy's face was still full of unease, and the table knife scribbled in the center of the plate, smashing the beautiful egg yolk into a puree, and hesitated for a long time. He gathered courage again and looked at Elena.

"Sister Elena..."

At that moment, it was time for the morning owl mail.

Harry looked up enviously, gazing at the sky, and saw a hundred owls passing by the open circular window, flapping their wings and flying towards the auditorium, fluttering over the people in conversation, seeking their respective owners or recipients.

So far, Hedwig had not brought anything to Harry.

Sometimes, she would fly and peck on Harry's ears to snatch a bite of toast, and more often she would perch on an owl shed and sleep with other owls on the campus - and what made Harry envy Elena more, who was also from the non-magical world, received a thick letter from the Cereal Refuge.

"He has finally written back to me. So thick, it seems he has written a lot."

Elena looked at the elegant font from Juanxiu on the envelope, slightly lifting the corner of her lips, showing a satisfied smile.

It seems that Mr. Xenophilius Lovegood has accepted the cooperation mentioned in his last reply.

Because in the last reply, his first request was:

Out of prudence and confidentiality, if Lovegood is willing to carry out follow-up cooperation, then all further communication between the two parties must be transcribed by another person, obviously, the poor, homeless and stingy "The only assistant the editor can find is his daughter, Luna Lovegood.

However, before Elena could open the envelope, a loud noise suddenly erupted from the Slytherin table.

The roar swept through the auditorium like a hurricane, shaking the dust off the ceiling. At first, Elena thought there was an explosion, but she soon realized what it was.

"...Wasted food, shameful behavior! Do you still have the face to write letters to bother your uncle? After receiving a letter from Dumbledore last night, my father and I almost died of shame and were prepared to come to the school to pick you up overnight! The glory and splendor of our Greengrass family are not left to prodigals like you!"

A roaring letter, seemingly from the mother of some unfortunate child from the Greengrass family.

The noise of the adult witch resonated throughout the auditorium. The dishes and spoons on the table trembled. The echoes from the four stone walls were deafening. The people throughout the hall turned to see who had received the roaring letter.

And the little wizard who proudly boasted of his uncle as the headmaster two days ago was now completely shrunk in his seat, his face red.

Indeed, since the red envelope fell into his lap from the sky, the boy had been stunned.

Fortunately, this uncomfortable situation did not last long, because he was not alone.

Before the contents of the roaring letter were read, the same roar erupted from the other end of the Slytherin table. The roars of the auditorium intertwined and struck everyone's eardrums.

"...You don't need to come back this Christmas! Even if you go home, you won't want to eat even a piece of hot bread!"

"Complaining about participating in farm work on weekends! You deserve it!"

"The semester's pocket money is canceled, and then let me find out that you are wasting food, I personally..."

Then, as the owls in the sky continued to enter the auditorium, the red letters, one after another in the flock of birds, fluttered over everyone's heads like a moving bomb.

Throughout Hogwarts' auditorium, a horrendous clamor of roaring letters echoed.

Many young wizards looked up at the sky diligently, and even Elena saw many children close their eyes and begin to pray silently, fearing that they might suddenly receive a "moving heart" from the House Book.

Undoubtedly, judging by the current effect, the proposal she gave to Professor Dumbledore's "Hogwarts Automatic Response" in the kitchen a few days ago was very well implemented.

In fact, it is not difficult to imagine the father's reaction of embarrassment and anger upon receiving a detailed graphic description of his son's food waste, after writing aggressively to Hogwarts.

You must know that, to facilitate understanding, Elena even intimately detailed a simple formula, so that each house-elf indicated at the end of the response that, after a school year, the amount of food waste from their children is roughly equal to the amount Jin Jialong consumes.

"Listen with earplugs."

Elena took out her wand and nodded slowly to Hermione, who was covering her ears.

This is a new spell she learned in her magic class yesterday. The principle of sound transmission is too simple, so for Elena there is no difficulty in casting it or understanding it.

However, she had no intention of casting this spell on herself.

"It's hilarious..."

Elena took a sip of honeyed milk and happily admired the chaotic scene in the auditorium, attentively listening to the affectionate messages from parents and the quirky children. The endless clamor of exploding letters sounded like the fireworks and firecrackers that echoed in the sky every New Year in her previous life.

"It's really nostalgic. I didn't expect to feel the traditional New Year atmosphere at Hogwarts Castle."

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