Days to grind friendship at Hogwarts

The first night of the school year passed uneventfully. Ron and Harry, who stayed in Professor Snape's office until the end of the banquet, didn't know that their social death moment was about to take place the next day.

September 2, 1992 was a Wednesday. The little wizards all got up early and planned to go to their first class of the new semester after breakfast.

When Glenn arrived at the auditorium, the rumor about "two sophomores driving a flying car to school" had already spread in the auditorium.

As the first-hand disseminators of the news, Fred and George were surrounded by the enthusiastic little wizards, talking excitedly. From here, various versions of the story were quickly spread by the good-hearted people.

You know, the two protagonists of this story are not passers-by who can't be beaten.

Needless to say, the famous Harry Potter, even Ron, after the Sorcerer's Stone incident last year, gradually became famous in Hogwarts. This made the young wizards even more energetic when spreading gossip.

Glenn gave them a funny look and took the "Daily Prophet" from his sidekick Marcos. Qiu also tilted his head and came over to read it together.

"Shocking: Ford Anglia can fly, and Muggles are shocked!"

On the front page, an eye-catching title takes up a lot of space.

Below the title is a moving photo, like a short video that plays over and over again.

The photo showed a Ford Anglia that was driving crookedly and floating in the air. On both sides, you could see many Muggle buildings near the train station. It seemed that the photo was taken when they had just taken off.

I don’t know if the photographer happened to be there, but the photo was taken very clearly, and you can even see the panic look on the two people’s faces through the driver’s seat window.

There were several large boxes stacked in the back seat of the car, and Hedwig's cage was stacked on top. She smacked her lips and seemed dissatisfied with the journey.

A fat gray mouse lay on the shoulder of temporary driver Ron, with its claws missing a toe digging into his clothes, showing a very human and nervous expression.

The photos are slightly different from those in the movie, but the written reports are similar. Some Muggles saw a car flying past the post office; the Muggle police were called; six or seven Muggles had to be forced to undergo the Oblivion Curse.

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"If they do this, won't it bring any trouble to Mr. Weasley?" Qiu frowned and glanced at the depressed two people, and asked.

Glenn sighed slightly, shook his head and said, "Obviously, you should remove the word 'no' from that sentence just now."

"ah?"

Just when Qiu was about to say something else, a dense sound of flapping wings came, interrupting her question.

Among hundreds of owls, Ron's Errol attracted everyone's attention.

This old owl was obviously not suitable for long distances. Although it tried hard to maintain its balance, it still completed a failed landing.

It plunged headlong into the milk jug in front of the three little ones, drawing a milky white trajectory on the dining table.

"Oh my God! It's a roaring letter!"

Neville had just received a package from his grandmother, and turned around to see the red envelope in Errol's mouth.

"You'd better open it quickly, Ron." He shuddered slightly, "If you ignore it, the consequences will be even more terrible..."

Ron turned his head to look at Harry in horror, his face distorted by fear, and he was about to cry.

At this time, green smoke began to appear slightly from the four corners of the roaring letter.

"Open it quickly..." Neville urged, "It's almost too late!"

Ron's ears were turning red at a speed visible to the naked eye. His lips were pale, and he picked up the envelope gingerly, his hands shaking like chaff.

He tried hard to pull the envelope open, but because his hands were a bit unruly, he couldn't tear it open even after several attempts.

Harry saw the smoke coming out of the cracks in the envelope getting thicker and thicker. He quickly grabbed it and tore open the seal of the envelope several times, finally avoiding the more terrible consequences Neville said.

Of course, even in this case, the scene is social enough.

Glenn was mentally prepared, grabbed Qiu's small hands, covered her ears, and covered them with his own hands.

Immediately afterwards, a huge explosion roared on the long table of Gryffindor.

"Ron Weasley! How dare you do such a thing?!"

This sound far exceeded the limit that human voices can reach. Even though Qiu had the double protection of himself and Glenn, he was still shocked and his eyes widened in an instant.

The huge sound swept through the entire auditorium, hitting the surrounding stone walls and bringing with it a long echo. Even the tableware on the Slytherin table at the other end was shaken and rattled.

"...Your dad was so ashamed that he almost died! Let me tell you, if you lost your life because of this, I wouldn't be sad at all, but you almost killed Harry... Your dad will be at the Ministry

We were under scrutiny and our whole family was humiliated.

This is all your fault!"

Ron's face turned even uglier, like a ripe tomato, red and translucent. When Harry heard about Mr. Weasley's situation in the Ministry of Magic, he also lowered his head in shame.

The roaring letter roared a few more words of warning to Ron, then suddenly turned to Ginny, and his tone instantly became gentle.

"Oh! Dear Ginny, congratulations on joining Gryffindor. Your father and I are both proud of you."

Ginny had no idea that this social death could affect herself. The expression on her face was extremely complicated, and her toes almost dug out a whole set of burrows on the ground.

The roaring letter tore itself into pieces in front of Ron, and immediately burned, emitting bursts of green smoke, and turned into ashes.

There was a "bang", a dazzling white light flashed, and Colin Creevey's shy face was revealed from behind his camera.

The echo gradually dissipated, and Glenn released his hands that had been covering Qiu's ears.

It seemed that because of the slightly intimate action just now, the girl's face turned slightly red, and she lowered her head to deal with the oatmeal in the bowl.

Glenn recalled the warmth left on his hands and quietly looked at her shy and pretty face, feeling an indescribable throbbing in his heart.

Unknowingly, we have been together for two years, and my resistance to Qiu seems to be getting lower and lower...

Marietta on the side looked at the two people's reactions and couldn't help but smile like a kind aunt.

As the best roommate and best friend, she naturally knows everything about Qiu's girl. If things continue at this pace, it won't be too far away from the day when the two of them will break through the window paper.