some magical Hogwarts

Chapter 138 Pain, Guilt, and Self-blame (Add more for "Clown V")
On Saturday morning, William and the others arrived at the auditorium early in the morning.

These two days are the Quidditch selections of the four colleges, and everyone is very excited and looking forward to it.

Veteran players like the twin brothers and Cedric who have proven themselves on the field don't have to worry at all, their selection is just going through the motions.

But the mentality of the twins and Cedric is completely different.

Although the strength of the Hufflepuff team has weakened a bit, several key players are still in their prime and have not graduated.

They reached the final last year and are still the favorites to win this year.

Gryffindor was different. Their captain and Seeker Charlie graduated, and the strength of the overall team plummeted, suddenly becoming a second-rate team.

They need to draft a new talented Seeker this year.

This position is not so easy to find, and most of the strengths of students above the third grade are known to everyone.

The new batch of second-year Gryffindors didn't stand out.

No matter how you look at it, you can't find it from the first grade, right?
Sitting at the dining table in the morning, several people were still discussing this matter.

For this matter, the new captain, Wood, was in a state of anxiety, and kept talking all day long to let the old players find talents.

The pressure from Professor McGonagall was not small. She hinted to Wood several times... Gryffindor hadn't won the Quidditch Cup for five consecutive years, which was unimaginable in her era!
Professor McGonagall's tone was extremely serious. It seemed that Gryffindor had not won the championship for so many years, and the difficulty was not much lower than that of the Death Eaters invading Hogwarts.

As we all know, Professor McGonagall is an avid fan for decades. When she was in school, she was the captain of Gryffindor Quidditch.

In this regard, William can only express a chuckle, but Ravenclaw has not won the Quidditch Cup for eight consecutive years.

Ravenclaw is still the only one worse than bad.

In order to avoid Wood's long-winded, more precisely to avoid his smelly feet, the twin brothers can only sit at the Ravenclaw table.

They don't actually have fixed positions. Cedric belongs to Hufflepuff, and everyone often eats at Hufflepuff's table.

Basically, sit at the table where there are few people.

William had even sat at the Slytherin table.

Nobody would dare call him a Mudblood or show obvious dislike in his face anyway, especially when he was holding a wand and smiling.

Although William was born as a Muggle, he was too powerful, and he was the youngest recipient of the Order of Merlin. No one would want to provoke this kind of Dumbledore-style genius.

After all, it has been 9191, and it has been 11 years since Voldemort stepped down. That kind of paranoid pure-blood theory has long since lost its market, at least everyone will not show it on the bright side without fear.

What's more, many Slytherin wizards are also of mixed blood.

Sitting at the Ravenclaw table, several people were still discussing Quidditch.

The twins were going to the Quidditch field, and William, Hermione, Cedric, and Cho were going to Hagrid's hut.

Hermione has been completely isolated, and not many students her age are willing to talk to her, especially Ron.

But she didn't notice this either. Except for class, she spent most of her time studying in the library with William.

At this moment, there was a commotion overhead, and dozens of owls swarmed in, circled in the auditorium, and threw letters and packages into the talking crowd.

Then, another big gray guy circled around the Gryffindor table a few times and flew towards Ravenclaw.

It was so old that it fell headlong into the milk jug on the dining table before it fell smoothly. Immediately, milk and feathers splashed all over everyone.

"Errol!" Fred frowned. "How did it come?"

George lifted the talons and pulled the wet owl out.

Errol collapsed on the table, his legs stretched out in the air, a wet red envelope still in his mouth.

"Oh, bad—" cried Fred.

"It's okay, it's still alive." Hermione poked Errol cautiously with her fingertip.

Bobocha even lay down on the table, sniffing the owl with his nose.

As if sensing a cat watching him, Errol twitched his paw.

"Ha - there's a good show to watch." Cedric pointed to the red envelope with a smile on his lips.

"What's wrong?" Hermione asked.

"Letter—Mom sent us a howling letter." Fred said helplessly.

"You guys better open it quickly," Cedric said excitedly, "If you ignore it, it will explode and scream louder."

But the twin brothers did not dare to open it, and the four corners of the envelope had started to smoke.

"Can you block the sound with 'close earplugs'?" George asked quickly, looking at William.

"No, the roaring letter is so loud, it must not be covered." William shook his head.

Listening to this spell with earplugs closed produces a buzzing sound that makes it hard for those around you to hear the caster's whispered speech, but it doesn't work for a voice as loud as a roaring letter.

"The Freezing Curse..."

"Well, maybe it can, but if it fails, it will have the same effect as not turning it on, making the sound louder, are you sure?"

"Confusion spell?"

A few people seemed to be having an academic discussion, completely ignoring the roaring letter, but the flame of the roaring letter became more and more obvious, and it was about to explode.

"My confusion spell is so-so, but it's still very simple to make the letter think that it has been opened."

William took out his wand, and less than two seconds later, he put away his wand, sat down calmly and continued to drink his milk.

"Success?"

"No." William shrugged.

"Then you still drink milk so calmly?" Cedric was speechless.

"Obviously Mrs. Weasley was prepared." William said helplessly.

"She put a few spells on the envelope in advance, as long as someone tries to cast magic on the roaring letter, it will directly..."

Bang!
William didn't need to say much, everyone knew the result, and the roaring letter suddenly exploded, making a roar.The loud noise filled the entire auditorium, shaking the dust off the ceiling.

"...I feel very sad, very guilty, and very remorseful...

I failed to take good care of you and caused trouble every day. I bought a few maps to care about you, but I dared to ignore my letter!
If you go on like this, if you are expelled from the school, I won't be surprised at all. Let's see how I deal with you two then.

Now!immediately! !immediately! ! !
Send me the Hogwarts map without a second's delay or I'll be yelling every day..."

Mrs. Weasley's shout was hundreds of times louder than usual, rattling the plates and spoons on the table, and the echoes from the four stone walls were deafening.

Everyone in the auditorium turned to see who had received the Howler letter.

"And Ron, you are late every day, and you are late with Harry, so you have the nerve to write and ask me to give you money to buy reference materials!
Are you sure you're taking the money to buy 'reference materials' and not snacks?If you don't study hard, if you are late again, I will shout at you every day to wake you up..."

Luckily for Ron, he wasn't in the hall, he was still asleep and missed the Howler letter.

After a while, the roaring stopped, and the ringing was still ringing in my ears.

Joyful laughter came from the hall, and voices gradually sounded again.

The twins sat dumbfounded, as if they had just been washed by the tide.

To give or not to give, that is the question:
Should silently bear the merciless blows of howling letters,
Or give up night tours and immerse yourself in boring campus life?
Which of these two behaviors is safer?

Brother Weasley: We're not human anymore!

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(Third update, it's over! Finally, I don't have to stay up all night.)
(End of this chapter)