Chapter 45： You are surrounded by Aurors

All the little lions are actively grabbing points to prevent being hit on the pillar of historical shame.

Professor McGonagall is a face, and her professional ethics require her to be fair and impartial.

Even though Gryffindor deducted so many points, she still maintained her usual requirements for extra points and did not deliberately favor the little lions.

On the contrary, the teachers from Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff were biased towards giving extra points to Gryffindor, especially Professor Flitwick.

But even so, Gryffindor's scores are still stubbornly moving closer to the historical record.

Professor Snape's combat effectiveness is too strong, he is better than six, and he has no bottom line!

Gryffindor was expecting William to let Snape hospitalize again, but Snape was eight meters away from Marietta when he took Potions class.

In such an atmosphere, the stench slowly dissipated, and it was Halloween time.

On Halloween, they woke up early to the smell of roasted pumpkins wafting in the hallway.

Professor Flitwick announced in magic class that he thought they could start making objects fly.

The students have been eager to try this skill ever since they saw William save Shabby.

Professor Flitwick divided the class into groups of two and started training.

"Okay, don't forget that subtle wrist movement we've been training!" Professor Flitwick said sharply, standing on his pile of books as usual. "Swipe and shake, remember, wave and shake."

It was not easy to do. Qiu and Marietta waved, waved, waved, and did it over and over again, but the feathers that should have been sent into the air by them were still lying motionless on the floor.

In a fit of rage, Marcos stabbed the feather with his wand, and the feather caught fire - fortunately, Professor Flitwick was well prepared to prevent a fire.

"It's also very important to have the right spell - don't forget the wizard Balufeo, who pronounced the 'f' as an 's' and found himself lying on the floor with a bison on his chest."

"Of course, children who have read the Daily Prophet over the summer must know that Mr. Stark made a wrong demonstration in Diagon Alley.

The poor Malfoy child, hope his head will not be affected, the Daily Prophet said, the child has developed a resistance to magic. "

When the get out of class was about to end, Professor Flitwick asked William to show the Bison Charm, and everyone applauded.

With Halloween approaching, there are decorations everywhere, with hundreds of jack-o-lanterns hanging in the auditorium, and a flock of fluttering bats and many flame-breathing orange streamers lounging beneath the ceiling Drifting like a splendid water snake.

The dinner was sumptuous, and delicious food suddenly appeared on the golden plate, just like the banquet at the beginning of school, everyone devoured it.

Dumbledore was wearing a purple robe and was telling a joke, but none of the teachers on the bench laughed, which made him a little embarrassed.

Professor McGonagall had a stern face, thinking that Gryffindor was about to set the lowest record, she was in a particularly bad mood.

Snape ate the potatoes slowly, walking his eyes through the crowd from time to time.

He's still looking for the criminal gang who wrote him love letters!

Professor Tywin looked frustrated and discussed the spell with Professor Flitwick. There seemed to be something that stumped him.

Hagrid, who had always responded to Dumbledore, seemed unwilling to let go. He held a bottle of mead and drank tons of it.

But that didn't make him happy.

According to the latest news from the Daily Prophet, the Ministry of Magic has declared Malfoy innocent, and claimed that the suspect has been found and will be arrested soon!

The banquet was in full swing. Halfway through, Filch suddenly opened the door and rushed into the dining room.

His colorful mask was worn crookedly on his chin, his face was full of horror, and everyone was staring at him.

His face was flushed, his speed did not slow down in the slightest, his pace staggered, and he almost tripped over the chair.

I saw him walking to Professor Dumbledore's chair, leaning on the table, panting, and stammering: "Aurors - a large number of Aurors broke in - we are surrounded by Aurors."

The restaurant suddenly became a mess, and Professor Dumbledore stood up. The tip of his wand made a few harsh fireworks explosions, and everyone became quiet.

Hagrid's whole body was shaking like a sieve, he squeezed the glass bottle in his hand with one hand, and the liquid splashed into Professor Tywin's head.

This huge sound was extremely harsh in the quiet auditorium.

Everyone looked at Hagrid.

Hagrid shivered, "I...I don't want to...go to Azkaban..."

There was a smile on the corner of Snape's mouth, he glanced at Dumbledore, and said in a tone of schadenfreude, "It seems that our key keeper has done something daring again, hehe, I don't know Principal, you know do not know…"

Dumbledore frowned, and said in a low voice, "Prefect, UU Reading immediately lead the students of your academy to the dormitory!"

As an honor student, Percy stood up spontaneously and prepared to help the prefect of Gryffindor.

"Follow me! Don't get separated, first-year students, as long as you follow my instructions, don't be afraid! All right, stay behind me. Get out of the way, the first-year students are passing! Please forgive me, I am a top class pregnancy!"

But before everyone left the table, the door of the hall was pushed open again.

Filch's description was inaccurate. It wasn't just the Aurors who came... The first was the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge.

Fudge was short, stout, stocky, with unkempt gray hair and an anxious look on his face.

He was dressed in a strange hodgepodge of clothes: a pinstriped suit, a bright red tie, a long black cape, purple pointed boots, and a dark green top hat.

Behind Fudge, two Aurors followed.

One of them was a tall, bald, dark-skinned wizard with a gold earring on one ear.

The other looked strong, with stiff, straight hair kept short.

Marietta whispered, "It's Kingsley Shacklebolt and Delix, I heard my mother mention it."

Marietta's mother works for the Floo Network Authority of the Department of Magical Transportation, and she can be regarded as a wizard in the system.

Fudge walked over to Dumbledore, he put the dark purple top hat under his arm, took out his handkerchief, and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Dumbledore sat in the same position without moving, while the Minister of Magic stood by, like a minion.

Fudge looked at Dumbledore, and he actually started to get nervous.

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