v2 Chapter 929： Year 5 of the 0.W.Ls year

Yes? Have you discussed it?" Hermione said faintly, he and Ai Wen, did not care much about Quidditch. "I may not pay attention, well, Wood will leave the team very Big impact?"

"I think so too," said Harry, picking up a piece of bread. "He is a good goalkeeper."

"However, it is not bad to absorb a little fresh blood, isn't it?" said Ron, "Yes, Ivan, your new broom?"

"There is no big problem. You can make one before the selection. If you want to make a lot of production, you have to wait for a while."

Just then, oh, oh, oh, oh, hundreds of owls came in from the high window, they fell into the hall, bringing letters and parcels to their owners, and also water The beads were sprinkled on the head of the person who had breakfast.

undefinedObviously, there is heavy rain outside.

Ai Wen received the "Hogwarts Magic" today, and he glanced at the newspaper and handed it to Hermione.

After a while, Hedwig brought back his parents' reply and there was a big bag of candy.

Ai Wen's mother has prepared a lot, enough to let Ai Wen give it to everyone, to make a good relationship with anything. These Muggle candy is very popular. From what she said in the letter, she is a boy student meeting for Ai Wen. The chairman is proud.

"I like this Muggle brand of chocolate!" said Ron, stuffing the candy into his mouth,

"Then you take a few more!"

When Avon read the letter, Hermione hurriedly moved the orange juice to the side, giving a barn owl in the mouth of a wet "Prophet Daily" to make room.

"How do you still order that stuff?" Harry said angrily, remembering Simmo, when Hermione put a Nat in a small purse on the owl's feet, and the owl fluttered away with wings. "I don't have to work hard, it's a bunch of rubbish."

"It's best to know what the enemy is saying." Hermione said seriously.

She unfolded the newspaper and kept herself behind, until everyone had finished eating breakfast, and then she showed her face again.

"Nothing!" she said simply, "Nothing is said."

"There is nothing new about Rita!" Avon said, putting the Hogwarts Magic Report down.

At this time, Professor McGonagall distributed the curriculum along the table.

Evan hurriedly stood up and took the opportunity to talk to her. He was preparing to organize activities on the weekend to lead first-year students to familiarize themselves with the campus.

In addition to being the dean of Gryffindor, Professor McGonagall is the vice president of the school. She is responsible for all her daily affairs.

"I think there should be no problem. Although the school does not have such a precedent, but your idea is good, it is really necessary to help the new students to get familiar with the campus. It is also within the responsibility of the president of the student union." Professor McGonagall said, it lowered the voice. "Right, Professor Umbridge didn't talk to you?"

"No!" Ai Wen shook his head, but it was a matter of time.

Taking into account the identity of Ai Wen and the strength shown last night, Umbridge could not let Ai Wen leave.

Whether it is the next Mawei or the draw, she will talk to Ai Wen alone.

"Okay, Ivan, although I shouldn't say this as a professor, I have to remind you..."

Just as Avon and Professor McGonagall talked, Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Colin were studying the new curriculum.

"It's too bad. Our first quarter is the Dark Magic Defence class for that terrible woman," Colin said.

"What is this, compared with the fifth grade today, you are lucky, just accept a section." Ron sighed and sighed gently, waving the curriculum in his hand, "magic history, two sections Potions class, divination class, two black magic defense classes, Bins, Snape, Trelawney, and the woman named Umbridge are all on the same day! I hope Fred And George speeded up and quickly got out the new quick-moving class."

"Don't my ear be out of order?" Fred said that he and Joe had just come and squatted next to Harry. "The Hogwarts chief would not want to skip classes?"

"Look at how bad we are today." Ron groaned and stuffed his curriculum under Fred's nose. "I have never encountered such a bad Monday."

"That's right, my brother." Fred said as he browsed the curriculum. "This is the most unfortunate curriculum I have ever seen. If you want, you can have some nosebleeds, it's cheap."

"Why is it cheap?" Ron said suspiciously, Fred and George's products are very popular and have always been priced.

Except that Ai Wen can get a lot of gifts every year, there is no way for others to get prank products for free at them, even the discount.

It also includes Ron, their younger brother.

"Because the nosebleeds will keep going, and finally you are all in a group. We haven't researched the antidote yet." George said to start eating a piece of smoked fish. "I suspect that the seeds of poisonous bean sprouts are too much. It!"

"Thank you." Ron said sullenly, putting the curriculum in his pocket. "I think I will go to class."

"Speaking of quick-acting escape class sugar." Hermione sternly glared at Fred and George. "You can't advertise on the bulletin board of Gryffindor to recruit testers."

"Who said that?" said George, a very surprised look.

"I decided with Ai Wen." Hermione stared at him and added, "And Ron."

"It doesn't matter to me," Ron said quickly.

Hermione turned her head and glared at him. Fred and George laughed awkwardly.

"It won't take long before you change your tone, Hermione!" said Fred, applying a thick layer of butter to a piece of toasted bread. "Do you know why we have plans to make school skipping sugar? We both But I was very impressed with the fifth grade..."

"Yeah, you are starting the fifth grade today, and you will soon be asking us to skip class," George said.

"Why does the fifth grade mean that I need to skip class sugar?" Hermione asked.

"The fifth grade is 0.w.ls year." George waved his hand in disapproval, and seemed to think that this is something that does not need to be explained.

"so what?"

"That is to say, you have to deal with the exams endlessly, aren't they? They will grind your nose like a grinding wheel, and the skin of the nose will be worn out," Fred said sullenly.

"Just for 0ls, half of our graders have had a little trouble." George said cheerfully, "Crying nose, tears, temper, Patricia Stingson fainted..."