Chapter 929 The Zero W.Ls Year of the 5th Grade

"Really? Have you discussed it?" Hermione said lightly. Like Ivan, he didn't care much about Quidditch. "I may not have noticed, um, Wood's departure will bring great harm to the team." big impact, right?"

"I suppose so.?" said Harry, picking up a piece of bread. "He's an excellent keeper."

"It wouldn't be bad to get a little fresh blood, though, would it?" said Ron. "By the way, Evan, your new broom?"

"No big problem. You can make one before the selection. If you want to make a large batch, you have to wait for a while."

Just then, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoops, hundreds of owls flew in from the upper windows, and they fell to all parts of the auditorium, bringing letters and parcels to their owners, and at the same time brought water The beads were sprinkled on the heads of the breakfast eaters.

Apparently, it was raining heavily outside.

Ivan received today's "Hogwarts Wizarding News", he glanced at it and handed the newspaper to Hermione.

After a while, Hedwig brought back the reply letter from his parents, and at the same time, there was a large bag of candy.

Aiwen's mother prepared a lot, enough for Aiwen to distribute to everyone for good relations and so on. These Muggle candies are very popular. Judging from what she said in the letter, she is very happy for Aiwen to become a boy student union Chairman proud.

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

"Then you can take a few more dollars!"

While Alvin read the letter, Hermione frantically moved the orange juice aside to make room for a barn owl with a soggy copy of the Daily Prophet in its beak.

"Why are you still ordering that thing?" said Harry angrily, thinking of Seamus again, when Hermione put a Knut in the little leather purse on the owl's foot, and the owl flapped away, "I don't bother with that, it's a pile of rubbish."

"Better find out what the enemy is saying," said Hermione solemnly.

She unfolded the newspaper and kept herself behind until everyone had finished their breakfast before reappearing.

"Nothing!" she said simply. "Nothing was said."

"There's nothing new about Rita either!" Ivan said, putting down the "Hogwarts Magic News".

At this time, Professor McGonagall divided the schedules one by one along the table.

Aiwen hurriedly stood up and took this opportunity to tell her that he was planning to organize activities on weekends to lead the first-year students to familiarize themselves with the campus.

In addition to being the dean of Gryffindor, Professor McGonagall is also the vice-principal of the school, and she is responsible for all such daily affairs.

"I think there should be no problem. Although the school does not have such a precedent, your idea is good. It is indeed necessary to help freshmen get familiar with the campus, and it is also within the scope of the student union chairman's responsibility." Professor McGonagall said, lowering his voice. "By the way, Professor Umbridge didn't talk to you, did he?"

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

Considering Aiwen's identity and the strength he showed last night, it is impossible for Umbridge to let Aiwen go.

Regardless of whether it is to show off or win over, she will talk to Ai Wen alone.

"Okay, Aiwen, although I shouldn't say such things as a professor, I must remind you..."

While Ivan was talking with Professor McGonagall, Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Colin were studying the new schedule.

"Too bad our first period was Defense Against the Dark Arts with that scary woman," Colin said.

"What is this? Compared with today's class in fifth grade, you are pretty lucky. You just need to endure one class." Ron sighed and waved the timetable in his hand lightly, "History of Magic, two classes Potions class, Divination class, two Defense Against the Dark Arts classes, Binns, Snape, Trelawney, and that woman named Umbridge, all on the same day! I hope Fred Speed ​​up with George and get the new skipping candy out."

"Don't tell me there's something wrong with my ears?" said Fred, who had just arrived with Jocha and was sitting next to Harry. "The Hogwarts prefects don't want to skip class, do they?"

"Look how unlucky we are today," grumbled Ron, shoving his timetable under Fred's nose. "I've never had such a bad Monday."

"That's right, buddy," said Fred, looking over the timetable. "This is the worst timetable I've ever seen. If you want, you can have some nosebleed nougat, it's cheap."

"Why cheap?" Ron asked suspiciously. Fred and George's products were very popular, and they always marked their prices clearly.

Other than Ivan getting a bunch of giveaways every year, there's no way for anyone else to get prank products for free from them, not even a discount.

It also included Ron, their own brother.

"Because the nosebleed will keep flowing, and finally you will shrink into a ball. We haven't researched the antidote yet." George said and began to eat a piece of smoked fish, "I suspect that the seeds of the poisonous bean sprouts are put too much Already!"

"Thanks," said Ron sullenly, pocketing the timetable. "I guess I'll go to class."

"Speaking of skipping candy," said Hermione, glaring at Fred and George sternly, "you can't post an ad on the Gryffindor bulletin board for experimenters."

"Who said that?" said George, looking surprised.

"Ivan and I decided after research." Hermione glared at him, then added, "And Ron."

"It has nothing to do with me," Ron said quickly.

Hermione turned her head and glared at him angrily. Fred and George chuckled.

"You're going to change your tune before long, Hermione!" said Fred, slathering butter on a piece of toast. "Know why we've even thought about making skipping candies? The two of us But I was deeply impressed by the fifth grade..."

"Yeah, you're starting fifth grade today, and you're going to be begging us for skipping candy soon," George said.

"Why does fifth grade mean I need skipping sugar?" Hermione asked.

"The fifth grade is o..Ls year." George waved his hand disapprovingly, as if he thought it was something that didn't need to be explained.

"so what?"

"That means you're going to have endless exams, don't you? They're going to grind your noses like a grindstone, and they'll tear the skin off the tip of your nose," said Fred gloatingly.

"Half our grade is having a bit of a problem just for o..Ls," said George cheerfully, "crying, tantrum, Patricia Stimson fainting at every turn... "8 For more exciting novels, welcome to visit our Reading Academy