After stabbing my ex-boyfriend, I went traveling

Ron, who just thought that his owl was really stupid, was now a little anxious. He wished that this stupid bird would disappear immediately, but he hoped that nothing would really happen to it, because his family still relied on it to deliver letters, and it would cost a lot of money to buy a new owl.

Harry moved closer, reached out, scooped the owl from the plate of potato wedges, and placed it in front of Ron.

"Don't worry Ron, he must have just fainted." Harry comforted him.

Ron heaved a sigh of relief when he heard that. "Really? That's good, that's good... Oh! There's a letter in its mouth!"

The red envelope looked a bit scary.

At least that's what Ron thought.

Because it was a howler letter, he had already guessed who had sent it to him.

Everyone in the restaurant looked in Ron's direction. After all, such fun didn't happen every day.

Neville Longbottom whispered to Ron that he should open the letter quickly, otherwise the consequences would be terrible, as he had experienced personally before.

Seeing the fear on Neville's face, Ron's expression became even uglier when he looked at the letter in his hand, as if what he held in his hand was not a letter but a time bomb.

It's okay, Ron, it's just a howler letter, just close your eyes and it will be over.

After comforting himself in his heart, Ron opened the envelope with trembling hands.

"Ronald Weasley!"

Ron shuddered violently. He never knew a fucking voice could be so sharp.

"How dare you steal the family car without permission?! Oh my God, I'm really going crazy. Your father now has to face an investigation by the Ministry of Magic, and it's all your fault! I warn you, if you dare to cause trouble at Hogwarts again, we will expel you immediately, and you won't be able to continue this school!"

"That Weasley looks like he's about to cry," Draco gloated.

Yang Mei sighed: "I think he is quite generous. This time, he has embarrassed himself in public for the umpteenth time..."

Can social death become a habit if it happens too often?

The sharp female voice in the roaring letter suddenly changed and became a gentle mother's voice.

"Oh, my dear Ginny, congratulations on getting into Gryffindor, Dad and I are so proud of you!"

Poor Ginny was forced to accept everyone's attention and she looked very uneasy.

"If there was a crack in the ground for her, she would probably crawl into it right away." Yang Mei said pertinently.

"This Mrs. Weasley is really not very considerate. She can scold her son if she wants, but she had to mention her daughter at the end. Can't she write a separate letter to her daughter? Now everyone knows that she is the sister of the idiot who stole the car." Parkinson, as a thoughtful little witch, can empathize with Ginny's feelings.

"Really? Don't you hate Gryffindor people? How could you actually speak for that girl?" Zabini said in an exaggerated tone.

Parkinson knew that he just liked to act mean and she was used to it, but she still had to teach him a lesson.

She closed the fan in her hand and hit Zabini's dog head with a "Duang".

Zabini covered his head with his hands and exclaimed, and Parkinson took the opportunity to stuff a long, hard baguette into his mouth.

"Ugh!" Zabini rolled his eyes.

Dragko was stunned: "Will he suffocate to death like this?!"

"Then you underestimate him." Parkinson curled his lips.

Zabini bit off the hard baguette in his mouth and said vaguely: "What I'm saying is, can you try a different kind of bread next time? The baguette is really not tasty."

Yang Mei couldn't help but marvel at how Parkinson really had a way of training men!

The Howling Letter from Gryffindor has been played. The setting of this letter is very user-friendly. It seems that it knows that the person who receives the Howling Letter may not be able to resist destroying the letter, so it will automatically break into pieces after it is played, and there is no need for others to do anything.

All in all, it was a wonderful morning!

……

The first Defense Against the Dark Arts class of the school year was also Lockhart's first class at Hogwarts.

Most of the little witches were looking forward to it, but Parkinson was not one of them.

Yang Mei was curious: "Could it be that you saw through the phenomenon to the essence and realized that he is actually a fool?"

Parkinson looked back at him in surprise: "Lockhart is actually a fool? I didn't know that! I just thought he was a bit greasy. He's old, but he still thinks he's a young man!"

Yang Mei was defeated by her theory: "You are such a wise woman."

"Of course!" Parkinson raised his head proudly.

The Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom is still the same as last year, but the inside has changed a lot.

Lockhart placed his own portrait on both sides of the classroom and in front of it wherever he could see.

These Lockharts wear robes of various colors and have teeth so shiny that they could almost be used as light bulbs.

Lockhart introduced himself again, and Yang Mei found that it was exactly the same as what he said yesterday, which showed how well he had memorized it. He must have introduced himself to others in this way countless times.

If Yang Mei could still tolerate this, then the next little test that Lockhart came up with was really unbearable for him.

"Don't be nervous, it's just to see if you have studied the books carefully." Lockhart said as he handed out papers to all the little wizards in the classroom.

What books, those novels he wrote?

Yang Mei twitched the corner of her mouth and exchanged an upset look with Draco.

The questions this person handed out to everyone took up three pages, with a total of fifty-four questions.

Yang Mei took a quick look and found that most of the questions were questions like "What is Gilderoy Lockhart's favorite color?" and "What is Gilderoy Lockhart's greatest achievement so far?"

"What a greasy bastard!" Parkinson shook the parchment, making it rustle.

"Oh, Miss Parkinson, do you have any questions?" Lockhart looked towards the Slytherin side.

Parkinson was not afraid of him: "Well, Professor Lockhart, I just don't understand what these questions have to do with Defense Against the Dark Arts? Oh, by the way, you said these questions are all from your book, so what does your book have to do with Defense Against the Dark Arts? You are so good, you can definitely answer my questions, right?"