The next day, under the magical ceiling of the Hogwarts Auditorium, the long tables of the four colleges were placed with bowls of porridge, plates of pickled herring, piles of bread slices of bread and plates of eggs and bacon.

Sherlock was just starting to drink porridge and learned that he was going to be Gidro's assistant to write letters. He was in a bad mood. When she found that Sherlock was in a bad mood, Rubo and others also gave him a quiet atmosphere. No one came to disturb him. Suddenly, Xin saw a mess above her head.

Hundreds of owls came in, hovered in the auditorium, throwing letters and packages into the crowd of people who were talking.

A bulging package fell on Neville's head, and then another gray big guy fell into Hermione's pot.

Suddenly, milk and feathers splashed all over them.

Sherlock looked at the Gryffindor table, "Erol!" shouted Ron, pulling out the wet owl with his paws.

Errol was sank on the table, his legs stretched in the air, and he was holding a wet red envelope in his mouth.

"Oh, no!" Ron cried out.

"It's okay, he's still alive," said Hermione, poking Errol gently with her fingertips.

"No, that's that." Ron pointed to the red envelope.

The envelope seemed very ordinary to Harry, but it always looked familiar, but Ron and Neville seemed to think it would explode.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked.

"She, mom sent me a roaring letter." Ron said weakly.

"You better open it, Ron." Neville whispered shyly. "It's worse if you don't open it. Grandma sent me a second time, I ignored it, and it turned out..." He took a breath, "It's so scary."

Harry suddenly remembered that it seemed that Mr. Sherlock also received a roar letter last year. People in the school dared not raise this topic at that time. Everyone habitually chose to forget it. But the recipient was Sherlock after all. If it was Ron, it would easily become the target of others' ridicule, such as Slytherin.

"Haha, I didn't expect the Weasleys to send yelling letters so interesting." Malfoy smiled gloomy.

Sherlock gave him a blank look and said, "What's this? I've received a roar letter!"

Malfoy immediately closed his mouth and remained silent. It would be better not to mention these past events that did not show their faces in front of Sherlock.

Kirk reminded next to him, "You may not know yet. Two Gryffindor students were late last night. In fact, Harry and Ron. What's more interesting is that they actually drove a magic car and hit Liu! Professor Snape was furious at that time! They both wanted to expel them from school!"

Malfoy almost slapped her face excitedly, "Why didn't it succeed? It's so regretful!"

Dandney nodded, “So that yelling letter is about them driving here.”

Rubo said, "If my mother knew that I did this, she would have to come and peel me off! A call letter to Ron was considered a mercy!"

Harry looked at their horrified expressions across the face and looked at the red envelope. He swallowed, and when Sherlock received the roar letter, he still remembered it fresh.

Ron's attention was all focused on the letter, and the four corners of the envelope had begun to smoke.

"Open it quickly." Neville urged, "only a few minutes..."

Ron stretched out his trembling hand, carefully took the envelope out of Errol's mouth and tore it open. Neville blocked his ear with his fingers, and Harry learned as well. At first he thought it had exploded. The roar letter was much larger than the one Sherlock received. The loud noise filled the entire auditorium and shook the dust from the ceiling.

"I stole the car, if they fired you, I won't be surprised at all. I'll see how I deal with you then. I probably never thought about what your father and I were feeling when we found out that the car was gone."

It was Mrs. Weasley's shout, a hundred times higher than usual, which made the plates and spoons on the table ring, and the echoes of the stone walls on all sides deafening.

Everyone in the auditorium turned around to see who received the roar letter. Ron shrank into his chair and could only see a red forehead.

"I received Dumbledore's letter last night, and your father was so ashamed that he almost died. We worked hard to pull you up, but I didn't expect that if you did such a thing, you and Harry almost lost their lives." Harry kept listening to when his name popped up. He tried his best to pretend that he didn't hear the sound of hitting his ear drums.

"It's so annoying. Your father will be under scrutiny at the company. It's all your fault. If you don't follow the rules, we'll bring you back immediately!"

The roar stopped, and the ears were still buzzing.

The red envelope that had fallen from Ron's hand to the ground burned and turned into ashes.

Harry and Ron sat blankly, as if they had just been washed by the tide.

A few people smiled and their voices gradually sounded.

"Anyway, Harry and Ron showed up this time. Perhaps the action they had planned long ago to make the boy who survived the disaster more famous. You see, it is obvious that they did it. Almost all students in the school know that there are two stars who drove to school in a car." The shifting topic was obviously Malfoy's specialty.

"Mr. Sherlock is Palos, he is standing outside again!" Feimia whispered to Sherlock, and he saw Palos standing on the window again.

Sherlock's mind was spinning rapidly, and he always felt that he hadn't done anything excessive in recent times.

"Okay...Pelose, come in first, don't tell me that you have brought a roar letter!" Sherlock said helplessly.

But Palos did not bring him a roar letter, but two!

To be precise, one is a red roar letter, the other is an ordinary letter!

All the little wizards in Hogwarts were stunned! What day is today? Is it a traditional festival to collect roar letters? Will owls send roar letters later?

"Mr. Sherlock, you're yelled and believed it!" Salina sat opposite Sherlock, looking quite worried.

"I'd better open it quickly, because the letter started to smoke!" Sherlock began to become nervous again.

"Do you know! How worried I was when Ahsinsha came back late last night! She cried like a tearful person! You and your dad were not in the family! Your dad ran to France to deal with the problem of the dark wizard! If... If... If... If... If... If... You can't take good care of your sister in Hogwarts! I will take her back to Russia! Let's return to the Bellavev family!"

This roar letter is even more powerful than Ron's one!

The sound was louder, like a more powerful bomb, and every note was so powerful.

Sherlock took out his ears, and Hermione also found him and shouted, "Mr. Sherlock! When I woke up this morning, I found Ahsinsha was not in the bed! I couldn't find her!"

The reason I want to be louder is because Sherlock has a little tinnitus now.

Sherlock nodded and said he knew. It seemed that because of the Barbie doll, her sister actually skipped school in the middle of the night and returned to Mephisto Manor.

Salina immediately ran behind Sherlock, rubbed her ears and restored her consciousness.

"It's too much, Sister Ashinsha, she doesn't understand Sherlock's feelings. If she really cares about Mina, then I'd better give it to her, okay, Mr. Sherlock."

"It's okay, Salina, she's just a little bit of a slut."

Salina smiled, and Femiya next to her showed an intriguing expression.

‘This little girl is not simple!’
Chapter completed!