Rebirth of the Harry Potter Chapter 431

The next day.

As soon as the students of Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin woke up, they couldn't help but sniffed twice because of a faint smell of burnt in the air.

They got up and ran outside, and saw that the good dormitory tower of Hufflepuff College was only left with broken wood scorched by the fire.

Professor Sprout was busy crawling around the tree, the potion bottle in her hand was filled with light green liquid, and she dumped it in the most severely injured place of the big tree.

The dark scorched wood slowly peeled off, revealing the intact tree trunk below, but the color is still fresher, and compared with the weather-beaten bark in other areas, it looks like patches of spots.

In addition, dozens of wizards wearing uniform robes used floating spells to pull out the broken walls and wood in the tower and throw them aside.

Several wizards are looking at the old drawings. This is the architectural drawing of this tower. They want to make the new tower exactly the same as before.

"What's the matter?"

"What happened yesterday?"

These students looked at the scene dumbfounded.

They learned what happened from the students of Hufflepuff at breakfast.

"Nothing big." A Gryffindor boy patted a well-connected Hufflepuff student: "I know those people. They belong to the post-disaster reconstruction office of the Ministry of Magic. They are all professional construction talents. Repair the tower so that you can live in again."

"Look at you, why are you all so dejected. Isn't it just that the dormitory building was burned? I have always had a dream, that is, setting fire to Hogwarts..."

"You know a hammer." Hufflepuff's students said sadly, "Are we sad because the room was burned? Of course not. In the morning we went into the dormitory to pack things, and all the clothes and books were wet." "Water dehumidification" and "clean up" can easily restore them to the original. But for those homework, only half of the sketches of magical animals are drawn, and there are so many papers, and the ink written on the parchment is soaked in water. , It's all a stain, stains are not good!"

"Who used the last water magic! Let me know, I have to...thank his eight generations of ancestors."

At this moment, Professor McGonagall walked to the front of the auditorium.

She said: "The prefect of Hufflepuff just explained something to me. I know that the homework is very heavy and it is impossible to complete it in one day. So after discussion with other professors, I decided to Assignments are allowed to be postponed until next weekend."

"Wow!"

"Great."

"Long live understanding."

The long table of Hufflepuff, who was still lifeless just now, all cheered up.

Professor McGonagall called some people away, wondering what the investigation revealed.

In the evening, Helena posted a notice on the notice board.

The text is simple: because of the poor behavior of Ariel Mena, Valia Almeida, and Heisa Buller, Hogwarts was expelled.

No one knows exactly how poor this character is.

However, Hogwarts had not expelled students for many years. The last time Hagrid was involved in the secret room more than fifty years ago, and was mistakenly thought that he caused the death of a Muggle girl, and expelled him.

This time, I didn't expect to expel the people for some inexplicable reasons, or expell three people at once.

How could the students not be arrogant.

However, except for the few students who knew the misdeeds of the three girls, no one knew what was going on.

A Slytherin boy said mysteriously: "As far as I know, one of them is the niece of a certain Hogwarts school manager. She doesn't agree to expel her niece."

"What did you do then?" someone asked curiously.

The Slytherin student said: "Of course the minority obeyed the majority. The remaining eleven school managers voted for it. What can she do?"

"What about the three girls who were expelled? Will they transfer to Boothbarton School of Witchcraft and Wizardry?"

"Impossible, Hogwarts has judged that they have failed in their virtues, how can Busbarton accept them. They can only enter some inaccessible magic schools." The Slytherin boy said arrogantly.

"How do you know this so clearly?" Some people didn't believe it, thinking that he was just sensationalizing.

The Slytherin boy said in surprise, "Didn't I tell you that my dad is also one of the school managers?"

"Brother, you are my elder brother, I want to mix with you."

"Low-key, low-key." Slytherin's boys' nostrils were facing up to the sky.

"Brother, can you do me a favor?"

"what's up?"

"That's it. I recently fell in love with Pansy Parkinson, but Malfoy has been pestering her stubbornly. Could you please warn Malfoy for me."

"Fuck you, Malfoy is my big brother!"

On Wednesday next week, the dormitory of Hufflepuff College will be restored, exactly the same as before the fire.

Nobody at school talked about this anymore, it was just a trivial matter and there was no need to remember it.

For fifth grade students, every day is a difficult day.

In the transformation class, Professor McGonagall crazily stuffed magic into the minds of the students. Some people who did not practice spells had to eat and chant the spells at lunch time.

The animal and plant sketches Hagrid asked for will always be finished.

That's not to mention, Professor McGonagall, Grapland, and Sinistar gave them a lot of homework. Even Hermione was complaining that the homework would never be completed that night. Others could imagine.

After a period of time, the teaching was on the right track, and the professors became more strict.

Harry and Hermione's homework is now in a mess. After they returned to the cabin, even though Hermione was exhausted in class, she opened the book and began to write the paper that Snape had assigned.

Zhang Qiu was helping Harry and Hermione with their homework, otherwise they might not be able to go to bed until two in the middle of the night.

"Last week, Professor Snape put eight students in confinement because they didn't hand in their homework. Zhang Qiu, how did you do it so easily last year? It feels like you haven't been bothered by your homework." Hermione Said.

While flipping through the books, Zhang Qiu kept writing on the parchment: "Make plans early~www.mtlnovel.com~ study in advance, keep the key knowledge in mind, and start homework with ease. And I asked the professors about They didn't hesitate to tell me what the homework of the course was."

Harry finally finished his homework. He threw away the quill and let out a long sigh of relief: "I suspect I'm sick."

"Obviously copying Hermione's homework will do. Why do I have to use my own brain? Isn't this trying to find sin for myself?"

Harry took the copying assignments for granted, without any shame.

"Indeed, this is where I have always been puzzled." Hermione said with a curious look: "I don't believe that Harry will become so studious. I even suspect that you are under the Imperius Curse."

Harry said hesitantly: "You won't know the seven poses you like after hitting the Imperius Curse."

Even though Hermione had already had a wealth of "battle" experience with Harry, she couldn't stand Harry's words so blatantly.

She flushed and cursed, "Hooligan."

"Then you are a hooligan," Harry said.

Zhang Qiu said helplessly from the side: "I'm doing you a favor, can you not interfere with me?"

Harry said, "Of course I thank you, but Hermione insulted my personality."

"Is it wrong to tell the truth?" Hermione said.

"But I'm telling the truth." Harry said in shock. "Do you like the eighth again?"

"Ah!" Zhang Qiu was mad.

"Why the topic is not here! Stop writing, take a break first." Zhang Qiu walked to the bedroom.

Harry followed and said, "Today I want to double check whether your body has changed."

Hermione ran between the two and held Zhang Qiu firmly: "I will protect Zhang Qiu's Zhen* tonight."

Zhang Qiu: "..."

Chapter end