Chapter 330 Hermione's Intuition
The Slytherin Academy, where pure-blood wizard families congregated, was undoubtedly hit by the thunderous display of letters this morning.
Looking around, the long Slytherin table was littered with the remnants of the letters. Many people sat on the benches as if they had lost their souls, as if they had just been swept away by the tide.
Of course, the same scene also played out at the long tables of the other three houses.
Surprisingly, after the regrettable incident in Slytherin, Hufflepuff House, which had always been quiet and discreet, was the most affected.
To be precise, based on the number of letters written to the family, the probability of a Hufflepuff wizard receiving a thunderous letter is almost over 90%; in comparison, only a small portion receives a letter that severely reprimands them, and it even produced a strange joy as if they had won a prize.
"It's terrible."
Draco Malfoy thumped his chest and let out a long sigh of relief.
If Elena hadn't stopped him, he had almost written a letter to his family to complain. Fortunately, at the last moment, he decided to heed Elena's advice. Otherwise, today's thunderous letter storm would definitely have taken its toll.
As the commotion in the auditorium gradually diminished, the buzzing in people's ears finally began to fade.
The teachers in the master's seat solemnly drew their wands, lightly touched themselves, lifted the "silencing spell" imposed on them, looked at each other, and resumed their previous conversations.
The voice in the auditorium gradually returned, albeit clearly diminished by at least two or three degrees.
Not only that, the other effect produced by the thunderous letters also immediately appeared: almost all the young wizards were bitterly trying to clear the food in front of them, not daring to waste a bit, and even those who did not receive the thunderous letter were no exception.
Click.
Hermione lowered her knife gently and turned her head to look into Elena's eyes.
"Did you already know this was going to happen? It seemed like I heard you stop Ron from writing to the family..."
"It's impossible, I'm not a prophet."
Elena shook her head, skewered a piece of sausage from the grill into her mouth, and replied in a low voice.
"I just think it's too foolish to write to the family to complain about the professor's practice."
Of course, such things cannot be admitted to death; she's not a fool.
"Really?"
Hermione raised her eyebrows, stared at Elena's motionless hair above her head, snorted with suspicion, and did not continue pressing.
After a few seconds, Hermione's eyes involuntarily shifted and fell onto the bulging letter in Elena's hand.
"So, what's this letter? Is it a new textbook sent to you by an author?"
For some reason, from the row of delicate and ethereal letters on the letter, Hermione seemed to feel a slight sense of crisis, like the feeling she had as a child when she discovered her most beloved doll.
"Oh, this is Mr. Lovegood's response. He is the editor-in-chief of a magazine called 'Contrary Chants'. I have some articles that will be published in his magazine next week. Are you interested in participating together?"
Elena generously handed the envelope to Hermione, chewing on the sausage in her mouth, and said vaguely.
This scientific research task involving reading a large amount of documents naturally cannot be left behind for a powerful human calculator like "Miss Hermione Masterstone". She is very aware of the temptation this kind of thing represents to the diligent workers.
With just a little bait, this cute Hermione will never escape her grasp.
"Publish an article?! In the magical world?!"
Indeed, upon hearing Elena's casual response, Hermione instantly perked up.
"This is more complicated to explain, and there definitely won't be a way to clarify it all at once."
Elena looked at the curious Hermione, her mouth slightly upturned, and said with a slightly regretful tone.
"It's a pity I have to go to the Hufflepuff common room tonight to sleep, or else I could have explained the intricacies a bit... so, the next time I have time, I'll tell you little by little."
"Eh?! How can this be so important..."
Hermione opened her eyes decisively, bit her lip, and said without hesitation, "No matter, I'll accompany you to the Hufflepuff common room tonight, anyway, on weekend nights they don't do any checks-"
Indeed!
Elena's hair bounced with pride. She was truly a cute little bird. Compared to fighting with the old turnip, it was truly interesting to play with the bird...
Friday's breakfast ended in this pleasant atmosphere full of novelty.
At least in Elena's opinion, this should be a very significant morning, as it might be difficult to see this kind of environment for a long time, while the thunderous rain and dew of letters have disappeared.
However, for some people, the truly important historical moment had barely begun.
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The Potions Classroom is located on the ground floor of the castle, notably colder than the main building above.
Although Elena still doesn't know the way from the auditorium to here, upon entering the classroom, she still involuntarily develops a sense of familiarity. Due to her role as a teaching assistant, it has likely become the Hogwarts classroom she is most familiar with.
As the young wizards entered the classroom one after another, Professor Snape was already seated beside the conference table at the front of the classroom. They were intimidated by Snape's invisible gas field and the students entering the classroom did not continue talking.
"I won't sit with you in this class, my seat is at the front."
In the slightly perplexed gaze of Hermione, Elena gestured to her and smoothly made her way to her exclusive position. Today's lesson is not her focus, so she only needs to watch the performance as cleverly as possible.
"Very well, it seems that people are almost ready."
After waiting a few more minutes, Snape took out his pocket watch and looked up. He stood up and surveyed the students in the classroom. After a brief pause in the classroom, he took the roll from the desk and started calling the roll.
Unsurprisingly, Snape sharply stopped when he reached Harry's name.
"Harry Potter,"
Snape raised his eyebrows and gazed at Harry's slightly darkened golden-red uniform, whispering.
"Oh, yes, we are famous at Hogwarts this year. The Gryffindor Academy always has so many famous wizards."
He didn't know if it was an illusion — Harry always felt that Snape used a strangely distorted tone when he recalled his surname, which made him increasingly nervous in front of Snape.
Obviously, given the current situation, Snape's initial impression of him does not seem to be good. Perhaps that rumor is true; Professor Snape was bullied by the mischievous Gryffindor students when he was in school.
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