Hogwarts: I'm a model wizard

Chapter 270 Roaring Letter

It took Kyle just over an hour to finish making the more than 20 maps, and on the morning of the first day of school, he handed them over to the little wizards who paid the deposit on time.

It was another generous Gallon income, nothing could be more gratifying than this.

When eating in the morning, several people sat around the Gryffindor table and began to divide the spoils... cough, distribute the fruits of labor.

The wallet suddenly bulged a lot, and everyone was very happy.

As for why it is at the Gryffindor table... there is no special meaning, just because this place is the closest to the Great Hall gate.

"By the way, Kyle, this is for you."

Fred and George counted seven Galleons, put them in a cloth bag and handed them to Kyle.

"I'm willing to bet and admit defeat..."

George said with some distress: "I swear, if I bet with you again, we are swallowtail dogs!"

"And me too." Fred nodded in agreement beside him.

"Ha, I almost forgot that."

Kyle took the cloth bag, dumped all the gold coins inside on the table with an extremely distrustful attitude, and counted them seriously.

Last year Fred and George played a little game, with a prize to guess when Professor Quirrell would leave the school.

Under their kind invitation, Kyle couldn't resist, so he played a small game.

The result is of course needless to say...

Twenty Galleons doubled directly, not only made a small pocket money, but also emptied Fred and George's wallets by the way.

Because they didn't want to use the funds prepared for the opening of the store, the two relied on Kyle's good relationship and delayed paying off the forty Galleons until now.

"Yes, exactly forty Galleons."

Under the eyes of Fred and George who wanted to hit someone, Kyle calmly put away the cloth bag.

"Can you still play this year...Professor Lockhart is a famous wizard in the magic world. If it is related to him, I believe many people will participate."

"Hey..." George sneered.

"Unless you don't participate," Fred said.

"Well, I just don't want to participate." Kyle said calmly.

Then he turned his head and looked at Kang Na who was beside him, "You plan to forty Galleons, I count it, we won by half points."

"Okay!" Kang Na nodded without hesitation.

"You two are enough!"

Watching these two guys plotting loudly, Fred took a bite out of the slice of bread as if it was Kyle's head.

As I said just now, if they play this kind of game with Kyle again in the future, they will be swallow-tailed dogs... or the ugliest kind!

"Wait a minute." At this moment, Cedric said suddenly: "I remember, what else do you have to do, yes.

You said, if Kyle won the Order of Merlin in his second year, what would he do? "

"Oh, I know."

Qiu Qiang held back his smile, and cooperated: "With three trophies on your back, tap dance and fly around the castle."

"And butter beer." Connor also looked at Kyle with a smile, "That's great, you don't need to spend money to drink butter beer in the future."

Fred and George's faces were even more ugly.

With three trophies on their hands, tap dancing... Merlin, how did they come up with such a difficult move?

And all the Butterbeer from Kyle... How much would that cost!

For a moment, the two of them felt a chill in their hearts.

Fred even slapped himself...

"Snapped!"

"Why can't I control my mouth!"

A crisp sound immediately attracted the attention of the surrounding people.

Even in Gryffindor, known for its courage, there are only a handful of people who dare to slap themselves so hard...

They were all curious.

Fortunately, at this time, the postman arrived.

Hundreds of owls swarmed in and circled the auditorium, dropping letters and packages into the conversing crowd.

Kyle reached out and caught a copy of the Daily Prophet.

But before he had time to look at it, he was attracted by the movement next to him.

An owl knocked over the milk jug...milk and feathers splattered everywhere.

But that's not the point.

The point is that it still has a wet red envelope in its mouth.

"Oh, no..." Ron cried out not far away.

Many people found the red envelope and looked at it one after another.

"That, it should be the roaring letter?" Kang Na asked in a low voice.

"That's right." Kyle nodded.

"You'd better open it, Ron." Neville, who was sitting next to Kyle, whispered, "It's worse if you don't open it. Grandma sent me one, but I ignored it, and it turned out..."

He took a breath, "That's horrible."

"What happened?" Cedric asked curiously.

He had never seen a Howler letter before, he just knew there was such a thing.

"It will explode." Kyle spread his hands and said, "Also, do you know what 360-degree stereo surround sound is?
In all directions, there are voices wherever there are fragments of envelopes, even across the Black Lake. "

Ron turned pale, and the corners of the envelope began to smoke as they spoke.

"Open up," urged Neville. "Just a few minutes..."

Ron stretched out his trembling hands and carefully tore open the envelope.

"Run!"

Who knows who yelled, and the young wizards who were watching dispersed in an instant.

Those who couldn't run while sitting there, such as Neville and Cedric, also covered their ears.

Although Harry and Hermione didn't understand what was going on, they followed suit and put their hands on their ears.

And they knew right away why they did it...

Like an explosion, the huge sound filled the auditorium and shook the dust from the ceiling.

"...I won't be surprised if they fire you after stealing the car. See how I deal with you. You probably haven't thought about how your father and I felt when we found out that the car was gone..."

Mrs. Weasley's voice was a hundred times louder than usual, rattling the cutlery on the table.

Now, it wasn't just Gryffindor, everyone in the auditorium turned their heads, looking for the source of the voice.

Ron had hidden himself under the table, with only a red forehead showing.

But it was useless, the yelling continued...

"...I didn't expect you to do such a thing, you and Harry almost lost their lives!

...It's so annoying, your father will be censored in the work unit, it's all your fault, if you don't follow the rules, we will bring you back immediately! "

The roar stopped, but the sound was still humming, and the red envelope that had fallen on the ground burned, curling and turning into ashes.

Kyle also heard that what Mrs. Weasley was most angry with was not that Ron had stolen the car, but that he and Harry were almost beaten to death by the Beating Willow.

If there hadn't been such a thing, Mrs. Weasley probably wouldn't be so angry to send a Howler letter.

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(End of this chapter)