v2 Chapter 39： grief, guilt, self-blame

On Saturday morning, William and the others came to the auditorium early in the morning.

These two days are the Quidditch trials of the four colleges, and everyone is very excited and looking forward to it.

Old players like the twin brothers and Cedric who have proven themselves on the court, don't worry at all, their selection is to go through the court.

But the twins and Cedric have completely different mentalities.

Although the strength of the Hufflepuff team has weakened a bit, several key players are still in their prime and have not graduated.

They reached the final last year and are still the favourites to win this year.

Gryffindor is different, their captain and Seeker Charlie graduated, the overall team strength plummeted, and suddenly became a second-tier team.

They need to draft a new talented Seeker this year.

This position is not so easy to find. Most of the students in the third grade and above are known to everyone.

The new batch of second-year Gryffindors, and nothing special.

No matter how you look at it, you can't find it from the first grade, right?

Sitting at the dinner table in the morning, several people were still discussing this matter.

For this matter, the new captain, Wood, was in a state of impatience.

The pressure given by Professor McGonagall is not small. She hinted to Wood several times... Gryffindor has not won the Quidditch Cup for five consecutive years, which was unimaginable in her time!

Professor McGonagall's tone was extremely serious. It seemed that Gryffindor had not won the championship for so many consecutive years, which was not much less difficult than the Death Eaters' invasion of Hogwarts.

As we all know, Professor McGonagall is an avid fan for decades. When she was in school, she was the captain of Gryffindor Quidditch.

In this regard, William can only express a laugh, but Ravenclaw has not won the Quidditch Cup for eight consecutive years.

Better than Ravenclaw.

To avoid Wood's long-windedness, or more precisely his stinky feet, the twins had to sit at the Ravenclaw table.

They don't actually have a fixed position. Cedric belongs to Hufflepuff, and everyone often eats at Hufflepuff's table.

Basically sit at any table with few people.

William even sat at the Slytherin table.

No one dared to call him Mudblood or show obvious disgust in his face anyway, especially when he was holding his wand and smiling.

Although William was a Muggle, his strength was too strong, and he was the youngest recipient of the Merlin Medal. No one would want to provoke him with such a Dumbledore-style genius.

After all, it has been 9191 years, and it has been eleven years since Voldemort stepped down. That kind of paranoid pure-blood theory has long been out of market, at least everyone will not show it on the bright side.

What's more, many Slytherin wizards are also half blood.

Sitting at the Ravenclaw table, several people were still discussing Quidditch.

The twins were going to Quidditch soon, and William, Hermione, Cedric, and Autumn, the four of them, were going to Hagrid's hut.

Hermione was completely isolated, and not many students her age wanted to talk to her, especially Ron.

But she didn't notice it either, and spent most of the day studying in the library with William, except for class.

At this moment, with the chaos overhead, dozens of owls swarmed in, circled the auditorium, and dropped letters and packages into the talking crowd.

Then, another big gray guy circled around the Gryffindor table and flew towards Ravenclaw.

It was so old that it fell into the milk jug on the dining table before it fell smoothly. Suddenly, milk and feathers splashed all over everyone.

"Erol!" Fred frowned. "How did it come?"

George lifted the claws and pulled the wet owl out.

Errol collapsed on the table, his legs stretched out in the air, a wet red envelope still in his mouth.

"Oh, sorry—" Fred exclaimed.

"It's okay, it's still alive." Hermione poked Errol carefully with her fingertips.

Bobo Tea was lying on the table, sniffing the owl with his nose.

As if sensing a cat snooping on it, Errol shivered his paws.

"Ha - there's a good show to watch." Cedric pointed to the red envelope, a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"What's the matter?" Hermione asked.

"Letter - Mom sent us a roaring letter." Fred said helplessly.

"You'd better open it quickly," Cedric said excitedly. "If you ignore it, it will explode, and it will scream louder."

But the twins didn't dare to open it, the four corners of the envelope were already smoking.

"Can I block the sound with 'close earplugs'?" George asked quickly, looking at William.

"No, the roaring letter is so loud, it must not be blocked." William shook his head.

Listening to this spell with earplugs closed, only the surrounding people will hear the buzzing sound, so that the whispered speech of the spell caster cannot be heard, but it is invalid for the roar letter.

"The Frozen Curse..."

"Well, maybe it can, but if it fails, it will make the sound louder as if it were not turned on, are you sure?"

"Confusion Charm?"

Several people seemed to be having an academic discussion, completely ignoring the roaring letter, but the flames of the roaring letter became more and more obvious, and it was about to explode.

"My Confusion Charm is average, but it's very simple to make Xin think it has been opened."

William took out his wand, and after less than two seconds, he put away his wand and sat down calmly to continue drinking his milk.

"Success?"

"No." William shrugged.

"Then you still drink milk so calmly?" Cedric was speechless.

"Obviously Mrs. Weasley was prepared." William said helplessly.

"She added a few spells to the envelope in advance, as long as someone tries to cast a spell on the roaring letter, it will directly..."

Bang!

No need for William to say more, everyone knew the result, and the roaring letter suddenly exploded with a roar. A loud noise filled the entire auditorium, shaking the dust off the ceiling.

"...I feel very sad, very guilty, and very self-blame...

I couldn't take care of you well, I made trouble every day, I bought a few maps to take care of you, but I dared to ignore my letter!

If you go on like this, I won't be surprised if you get kicked out of school and see how I deal with you two.

Now! immediately! ! immediately! ! !

Send me the Hogwarts map without a second's delay, or I'll get a roaring letter every day..."

Mrs. Weasley's shout, hundreds of times louder than usual, rattled the plates and spoons on the table, and the echoes from the four stone walls were deafening.

The whole auditorium turned to see who had received the shouting letter.

"And Ron, you are late every day, and you are late with Harry, so you are so embarrassed to write a letter and ask me to give you money to buy reference materials!

Are you sure you're taking the money to buy 'reference materials', not snacks? If you don't study hard, if you are late again, I will yell at you every day to wake you up..."

Ron was lucky, he wasn't in the hall, he was still sleeping and missed the shouting letter.

After a while, the roaring stopped, and the ear was still buzzing.

There were happy laughter from the hall and the voices gradually sounded again.

The twins sat blankly as if they had just been washed by the tide.

To give or not to give, that is the question:

Should I silently endure the merciless blow of the roaring letter,

Or give up the night tour and immerse yourself in the boring campus life?

Which of these two behaviors is safer?

Weasley Brothers: We're not human anymore!

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