Chapter 35: The Roaring Letter And Draco's Gift

Of course, this is just a small episode.

After all, it is so noisy around and it is normal to hear it, although it is not the reason for Draco.

"You missed the sorting ceremony, which is a pity." Draco shrugged.

"Anyway, I don't care about these things anymore, so I'm not going to go to one of these Houses anymore." Pansy was not very concerned about the sorting ceremony.

"Oh, how did you come back?" Draco asked curiously.

Pansy pointed upstairs and said, "Privilege is not limited to you."

She blinked.

The Hogwarts Floo Network rarely connects to the outside world, just like some supercomputers in the Muggle world are not connected to the Internet, to prevent foreign enemies from invading.

However, there are always exceptions. This time, Pansy must have gotten the principal's agreement to remove the restrictions before using the Floo Network.

"Although it's fast, it's really disgusting feeling. I would rather take the train."

As if thinking of the feeling of turning around at that time, Pansy's expression was tangled again.

"Stop frowning, or you'll get wrinkles ang old too soon!"Draco lightly patted her head.

Then he said, "Tomorrow I will give you another gift, and I work half a holiday at the Honeydukes Sweetshop for it."

"What is it?" Pansy's eyes sparkled, apparently looking forward to it.

"It's a secret."

"Cut it out." Pansy turned her head, frustrated with the answer.

"I won't let anyone down, give it to you." She said as she pulled out a beautiful little box from her pocket and reluctantly handed it to Malfoy.

"Thank you." Draco said. "Go to sleep if you feel dizzy, it really doesn't feel good."

"Okay." Pansy nodded, apparently tired, and then walked to the Slytherin bed.

It didn't take long for the unbearable school song to end, which meant that all students should return to the common room of their college or go directly to the bedroom.

Draco went straight to the Gryffindor long table.

"Talk is better than nothing, after all, it's not real, and it's just an object." The departing Malfoy could only think of this.

He had no mood to go to the common room and went directly back to the bedroom.

As for the Gryffindor common room, most of the students had not yet gone to sleep.

After Ron and Harry entered, they brought the atmosphere to a climax.

Apparently, their cases had been spread by various channels and had become like ghosts or monsters in the ears of the students.

"My brother, how did you do it? You should have called us back then." George asked.

"I really think you could join our prank business. We lack your creativity." Fred also said.

Other people cheered Harry up, as if he had done something terrible.

"Are you really used the flying car?" Hermione interjected, a little unbelievable and a little harsh, just like Professor McGonagall.

"Don't give us lectures." Ron said impatiently.

"Anyway, we didn't deduct points from the house. It wasn't the start of school at that time."

"This is not a matter of points deduction. Do you know how dangerous it is?" Hermione's voice rose loudly.

"Okay, aren't we fine?" Ron stretched out his arm and stomped his foot again, showing that he had no problem at all.

Then he asked Harry again, "Right?"

"Ron, stop talking." Harry whispered and poked Ron with his hand, tilting his head towards him.

Ron immediately understood that his most boring brother had come over and it seemed that he would have to scold them well.

So they quickly made an excuse to return to their bedroom from the spiral staircase.

After returning to the bedroom, they were warmly welcomed by their roommates.

Neville looked at them with admiration.

The two of them now felt that the punishment was nothing and were a little proud.

Of course, they didn't know that a terrifying yelling letter would be waiting for them the next morning.

The next morning, students from the four houses had breakfast at their corresponding long tables. Bowls of porridge, plates of pickled herring, hill-shaped slices of bread and a plate of eggs and bacon were placed on the table.

"I didn't expect to be late more than me." Pansy and Draco talked, and Draco told her about "the glorious deeds" of the two people yesterday.

"It seems that Gryffindor lost a lot of points as soon as the semester started. How many did they lose?" Pansy asked expectantly.

"Uh, I didn't see Gryffindor lose any points. Our headmaster wanted to deduct them, but it was said that at that time it wasn't considered school time, so they were only punished with detention." Draco couldn't understand why Pansy was so attached to the Hogwarts Cup.

"Disappointed." Pansy pouted her mouth and seemed frustrated with the ruling.

"Let's watch a good show." Draco could only comfort her.

"What kind of good show?" She didn't think anything interesting would happen in the auditorium.

"Well, it will be staged immediately." Draco pointed to the owl flying into the auditorium.

Hundreds of owls circled above and finally divided into four groups to throw letters and packages to the people chatting.

"Errol!" Ron shouted.

Perhaps it was because of the anger of too many masters at home that caused the trance.

The owl didn't find the right place and plunged into Hermione's jug, splashing milk and feathers on them.

Ron had no choice but to lift the wet owl with his paws. Errol collapsed on the table, his legs stretched out into the air, and a wet red envelope was in his mouth.

Even if he didn't want to open it, he thought of the possible worse result and tore it open.

At that moment, the people around plugged their ears with their fingers as the huge noise filled the entire auditorium and shattered the dust from the ceiling.

Harry couldn't believe that Mrs. Weasley, who was usually so gentle, was so furious when she received the "roaring letter."

The noise in the auditorium was deafening, and all the students turned to see who had received the letter.

Except for Draco and Pansy, who had already turned away, everyone else was staring at Ron and Harry.

Ron shrank in his chair, and Harry just sat there, dumbfounded.

"Oh dear Ginny, congratulations on being accepted into Gryffindor. Your father and I are very proud of you," Mrs. Weasley's letter ended with a calmer tone before the smoke rose and burned the letter.

Ginny hung her head, looking ashamed.

While students from Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw secretly laughed with their hands over their mouths, almost all the students from Slytherin were laughing just as loudly as Mrs. Weasley.

Pansy was laughing so hard that tears were streaming down her face.

She asked Draco, "How did you know there would be a good show?"

"I figured that with their financial situation, a car being scrapped would be quite an event," Draco replied to Pansy.

"I see, I guess I can't understand the lives of the poor," Pansy suppressed her laughter, realizing that this was not ladylike behavior.

She then asked, "What's the good gift you have for me?"

"I knew you'd be thinking about that," Draco smiled and handed Pansy a beautifully wrapped box.

"Can I open it?" Pansy eagerly asked, though it was a redundant question.

"Of course," Draco gestured for her to go ahead.

Pansy tore open the package to reveal a simple Golden Snitch.

It was more gray than gold, with many signs of wear and tear, and the original metallic shine was gone.

Pansy covered her mouth in surprise, and then asked, "Can it fly?"

"Of course, but we may have to go to a smaller place. Otherwise, it might be hard to fly away," Draco explained.

He had taken the time to go to Borgin And Burkes store to have the Golden Snitch repaired.

Sometimes, it was actually more expensive to repair something than it was to buy it new.

Although the goblin was very generous to Draco, who had done them a great service, Draco had practically emptied his pockets buying the broom and this gift.

Thank you," Pansy said, blushing.

"This isn't really your style," Draco suspiciously said.