Harry Potter: Dark Alchemy

Early the next morning, when Snape walked out of his own lounge, his face was still as dark as a dark cloud. It seemed that his bad mood last night had not been well relieved. On the contrary, after a night's rest, the irritable mood in Snape's heart seemed to become more serious.

On Snape's way from the Potions Professor's Lounge on the basement floor to the auditorium on the first floor of the castle, the students of Slytherin House who passed along the way, as long as they noticed the expression on their own headmaster's face, they were stunned. There is no one who does not become trembling.

Not to mention the students from other colleges, the idiom of running away after hearing the news is completely tailor-made for them at this time. Usually when they saw Snape, they wanted to avoid them as much as possible. But now they saw Snape who was obviously angry from a distance, and they didn't even have the courage to be in the same corridor with him.

What happened in the Slytherin dungeon last night has been spreading throughout the Slytherin house after a whole night of fermentation. And even if there are students who have not heard other people's rumors, when they passed by the fireplace in the lounge this morning, they would have noticed the extremely conspicuous big hole, and the next questions were naturally logical.

Every student in Slytherin House knows that among the group of freshmen admitted this year, that ridiculously beautiful girl will be someone they can't afford to offend, and it's very likely that she will be someone they can't afford to offend in their lifetime. This group of extremely unruly little snakes have never taken Snape's instructions last night as seriously as they did today.

As an academy composed almost entirely of pure-blood wizards, almost every student in the Snake Academy knows what it means to blow a big hole in the dungeon wall with just one blow. This means that the castle protection magic that is extremely strong for ordinary wizards is as fragile as paper for Villita.

No senior student dared to make a fuss in front of Villita again, and no one dared to mention the matter of being the first-year prefect in front of Villita. Of course, even if they didn't mention it, the freshmen would only regard Villita as their first-year prefect.

And the male prefect who led the freshmen to lecture last night can only hope that Villita is not a vengeful person, otherwise he will really have to leave Hogwarts as Snape said. He left forever, and he didn't know which one, Beauxbatons or Durmstrang, would want him.

In a blink of an eye, after just one night, Villetta used her wand and strength to establish her unshakable dominance among the students of Slytherin House.

If it weren't for Villita, who had only shown her own martial arts level and not shown any other leadership qualities, I believe that many students from the Snake Academy would have surrendered to her directly. But even so, there are still many students who vaguely regard Verita as a new generation of snakeheads.

This is why when they saw Villita walking towards the Ravenclaw table with a natural look on her face and sitting down directly next to Wright, the faces of the Snake Academy students who witnessed her behavior immediately changed as if they were Like eating shit.

The only thing the little snakes were happy about at this time was that the confidentiality work within Slytherin College was good, and Villita's hidden status among them would not be exposed so quickly.

Otherwise, what would students from other colleges think if word spread about this?

Slytherin student: Villita is our next generation leader!

Other College Students: She was an admirer of Wright.

Slytherin student: Villita blew a hole in the dungeon wall that was protected by strict protective magic in one fell swoop! None of you can do it!

Other College Students: She was an admirer of Wright.

Snake Yard: ...Can we not mention the relationship between Villita and Wright?

Others: Villita seems to have never noticed you.

Snake Yard: Who said that!

Others: Villita never seems to care what you think of her.

Snake Yard: ...Nonsense!

Others: Does Villita look down on you?

Snake Yard: ...Let’s go back to the relationship between Villita and Wright...

Others: Villita She is an admirer of Wright.

Snake Yard:…

While almost all Slytherins were in a very unhappy mood, there were a few who were in the same bad mood as them, such as Harry and Ron.

Although yesterday I drove the flying car to school and accidentally got it published in the newspaper, seriously injured the Whomping Willow when it landed (Ron said the Whomping Willow did more harm to them), and was severely scolded and intimidated by the old bat. (Harry said that I have the support of Professor McGonagall), and even threw away the car. Now I don’t know if the car has returned to the Weasley family.

But when Harry and Ron returned to the common room of the Lion Court, they were heartily congratulated by a bunch of little lions, and people praised them as determined and brave Gryffindors!

But God seems to be unable to tolerate these two naughty kids who are risking their lives just to watch.

Early this morning, the first shock Harry and Ron received was Hermione's complaints and dissatisfaction with them. However, this kind of thing was already commonplace for the two boys, and they quickly forgot about the sulky Hermione. After saying hello to Neville, Harry started to drink porridge, and Ron also brought a bowl of milk.

Hermione angrily closed the copy of "Voyages with Vampires" in her hand, then left the Gryffindor table and walked to another long table to sit down.

Harry and Ron certainly knew who Hermione was looking for. After all, in the letters between Hermione and Hermione during the summer vacation, if Hermione mentioned Gilderoy Lockhart in five out of ten sentences, then there were also Four sentences would mention the Ravenclaw girl named Chang Chu, and the remaining sentence was when Hermione finally remembered to remind them to do their summer homework.

Harry picked up a spoon and began to slowly stir the hot porridge in the bowl. He had just taken a sip from the porridge bowl and accidentally burned his tongue.

Then, Ron, who didn't have time to laugh at Harry, saw his old owl knocking away countless pieces of food, and finally fell into the milk jug that Hermione didn't have time to take away. Milk and Dusty feathers immediately covered him and Harry.

"Errol!" shouted Ron, grabbing one of Errol's paws and pulling him out of the milk.

Then, the wet red envelope on the owl's beak suddenly appeared in Ron's eyes.

"Okay (Ron), what is this?" Harry asked inarticulately while wiping the milk and feathers off his body.

"She must have sent me a howling letter from my mother." Ron said weakly.

"You'd better open it quickly, Ron." Neville, who was sitting next to him, whispered, which was also the volume of his daily speech. "Grandma sent it to me once, but I forgot to open it that time. The consequences... "Neville sniffed, "It's terrible."

Harry looked at their frightened eyes and then looked at the red envelope, still a little puzzled, but the burning on his tongue kept him from speaking.

At this moment, thin smoke began to rise from the four corners of the envelope, along with the smell of something burning.

"Open it quickly! Open it quickly, Ron!" Neville's voice became obviously urgent.

For a child with a bad memory like Neville, being able to remember the horror of the yelling letter can already effectively reflect how much damage it caused to him in the past.

Ron stretched out his right hand tremblingly, carefully took out the smoking envelope from Errol's mouth, and then tore it open shakily.

Neville covered his ears with his palms in horror, and Harry, who felt something was wrong, imitated Neville and covered his ears while Ron opened the envelope.

"Ronald Weasley! I wouldn't be surprised at all if they fired you for stealing the car. It depends on how I deal with you then. You probably haven't thought about it at all. Your father and I found the car." How do you feel when it’s gone…”

Even with his ears covered tightly, Harry could still hear Mrs. Weasley's voice shouting from the mouth of the envelope flying into the air, which was louder than what he had heard in the Burrow before. A hundred times more, it made the plates and spoons on the table rattle, and the echoes from the surrounding stone walls were deafening.

Wright stopped communicating with Villita, and Chang Chu and Hermione, who were sitting opposite them, stopped talking in low voices. Like the people around them, they simultaneously moved towards the Gryffindor table. Looked over.

"This is the legendary roaring letter, and it is indeed well-deserved!" The saprophytic wood wand fell into his hand, and Wright quickly cast a sound-isolating spell on himself, Chang Chu, Villita, and Hermione one after another, so that it could enter the ears of several people. The sound was reduced to an acceptable decibel.

Ron huddled in his chair with his head buried, and everyone could only see a red forehead. Harry and Neville were closely next to each other at this time. The two of them frowned and increased the strength of their hands, as if they wanted to use this physical method to isolate the magic sound attack from the roaring letter. .

"I received Dumbledore's letter last night. Your father was so ashamed that he almost died. We worked hard to raise you, but we didn't expect you to do such a thing. You and Harry almost lost their lives..."

Is Mrs. Weasley saying my name? Harry vaguely heard his name through the leaked fingers, but at this time he had to try his best to pretend not to hear the voice.

"...It's so irritating. Your father will be scrutinized at work. It's all your fault. If you don't behave yourself, we'll take you back right away!"

After saying this, Roaring Letter stuck out his tongue at Ron and made a harsh and disgusting purring sound. Then the roaring letter floating in the air began to tear itself into small pieces with the mouth it had just spoken. The red outer envelope and the inner letter stained with messy words all fell in front of Ron.

Before Ron could recover from the impact, the pile of small pieces of letter paper began to burn, curling up and turning into ashes.

Harry put down his hands covering his ears and patted Ron, who was sitting dumbly. He looked as if he had been washed away a hundred times by the ferocious tide.

Then, a few people smiled, and the voices gradually started to sound again.

Wright removed the soundproofing spell cast on the three girls.

Sure enough, today's good mood started with this roaring letter.

Happiness based on the pain of others is the real happiness! A happy expression appeared on Wright's face. The ancients never deceived me!