A Magical Hogwarts

William quickly finished the song with the melody of "Two Tigers".

The crowd also sang in various places, Hufflepuff's position, and some even hummed the melody of "Intel Hero".

William almost thought he was a comrade of an international organization who had penetrated into the enemy's interior!

After the crowd was over, only the Weasley brothers continued to sing along with the slow melody of "Wedding March".

Dumbledore used his wand to conduct the last few bars for the two of them, and when they were done singing, his applause was loudest.

"It's time to teach the wizards at Hogwarts about the brainwashing Divine Comedy of the Celestial Empire." William said silently.

In this way, when everyone sings in the future, they will not be scattered, and there will always be only one melody in their ears.

For example, "Mango", "Shoulder Shake Dance"...

Dumbledore still didn't know William's package, he was wiping his eyes with his hands, he didn't know if it was tears of emotion, or some kind of vulgar solid impurity.

"This melody is really beautiful." Dumbledore seemed to be recalling some kind of little luck, William suspected, he remembered his first love.

Dumbledore might have thought about using this piece for his wedding!

Dumbledore rambled for ten minutes, praised a certain Hogwarts headmaster who wrote the school song, and called her the strongest lyricist ever.

With Professor McGonagall's constant coughing, he reluctantly ended the dinner.

The Ravenclaw freshman followed Prefect Robert Hilliard through the noisy crowd and out of the dining room.

There was another commotion in the distance, the sound coming from the Gryffindor table.

Percy waved his arms like crazy and shouted, "I'm going to kill you!"

William had never seen Percy so angry, and he always paid attention to his image.

George hid behind Li Jordan and said aggrievedly, "Why are you yelling so loudly?"

Percy gritted his teeth and said, "The answer! Why do so many people have the exact same answer as mine for their summer homework?!"

Fred dodged the smashed shoes and whispered, "How do we know... Maybe, this time the job is very difficult?"

William suddenly realized that the answer to the fourth grade summer homework came from Percy.

Percy didn't know it. He was just showing off the answer when he learned of this sudden shocking news!

Obviously, the twin brothers stole Percy's answer during the summer vacation, and then copied it and sold it for money!

The most annoying thing is that Percy didn't get a nut.

"I'll kill you!" Percy threw Wood's other shoe out.

George pulled out a stick out of nowhere, and yanked the shoe out vigorously like a Bludger.

Facts have proved that when eating, you must not take off your shoes secretly, or you will die miserably!

For example, Wood... He was eating a box of pudding, enjoying the farce in front of him happily.

Wood clapped excitedly, "Nice blow!"

He commented in the attitude of a professional: "The accuracy and strength are all there, and the timing is also very good.

George, you definitely have the strength to enter the school team. It seems that during the summer vacation, Charlie trained you a lot!

Hurry up and participate in the team selection next week, with your brothers here, we will easily win the Quidditch Cup this year..."

and many more……

these shoes,

Why are you so familiar?

"Where's my shoes?!" Wood was standing on a chair wearing angry pink socks with the portrait of the famous witch singer Cedina Warbeck on it.

He shouted, "Stop fighting, stop fighting, those are limited edition flying shoes with Aidan Lynch's autograph on them!"

Aidan Lynch is a Chaser for the Irish national Quidditch team and one of Wood's favourites.

But no matter how much Wood roared, it was useless. The shoes swept across a graceful arc and smashed straight towards the guest seat.

Snape pursed his lips, listening impatiently to Dumbledore talking about the charm of rock and roll.

In a trance, the shoes fell from the sky, with a strong odor, blowing towards the face.

That smell... It was so sour, Snape almost fainted.

According to the trajectory estimation, the shoes will definitely hit him.

Snape hurriedly took out his wand, the curse of muscle instinct should be "Fractured".

But he didn't use it, instead he waved it gently, and the shoe changed its trajectory, swept towards Professor Tywin not far away at a faster speed.

The corners of Professor Snape's mouth twitched and he smiled contemptuously. He pulled up a slightly fancy gesture and inserted his wand back into his large wizard robe.

Snape looked at Dumbledore and asked lazily, "What did you say, continue?"

The whole process was completed in one go, even his greasy black hair didn't move.

If it was an ordinary wizard, he would probably be hit by a shoe, but Professor Tywin has fully proved how terrifying a wizard with added agility is.

In a moment when he couldn't let go, he turned his head to the side, the shoes brushed his blond hair, and hit Hagrid farther away.

Hagrid hurriedly propped up his little pink umbrella.

The small umbrella looked worn and irritated, but I didn't expect it to be full of elasticity. The shoe hit the umbrella surface, extruding an obvious dent, and shot it straight back at a faster speed.

Hogwarts Ninjutsu Esoteric Hagrid Rebound!

Bang!

The shoes rubbed Professor Tywin's nose. He took a deep sniff and almost vomited out the overnight meal.

Fortunately, his nose was not big enough, so he did not become the first professor in Hogwarts history to have his nose broken by a shoe.

Although the title of being almost smoked to death is not very pleasant.

Only now did Tywin understand the profound meaning of the sentence, "The position of professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts is cursed."

Don't say anything, get one year's salary, and definitely leave next year!

The shoes didn't hit Professor Tywin, and continued in Snape's direction at a speed of 180 miles.

Fortunately, the shoe didn't hit him.

Unfortunately, the shoes ended up in the bowl on the table.

A large amount of milky white viscous liquid mixed with some kind of pungent smell burst out, splashing Snape's face... pure milk!

Dumbledore took off his half-moon glasses, wiped his cloudy old eyes, and seemed to have seen nothing just now.

Professor McGonagall took a deep breath and, before Snape broke out, announced loudly: "Percy Weasley, George Weasley and Fred Weasley, frolicking in the restaurant, Grant Thirty points for Findo!"

Playful?

It was obviously a crowd to fight, with the intention of murdering the professor!

(Tywin: "They should get in Azkaban, especially Oliver Wood! Let the Dementors give it a smelly kiss!"

Snape's face was ashen~www.novelmt.com~ He originally wanted to deduct 300 points, but Professor McGonagall had already spoken, so he had to keep silent!

but,

It doesn't mean he will swallow this breath!

have the ability,

Don't take my potions class!

A smile appeared at the corner of Dumbledore's mouth, and he gave Professor McGonagall a thumbs up.

McGonagall's wit is still commendable. This semester has just started, and the Academy Cup is really deducting 300 points?

Snape's dead fish eyes stared at Dumbledore like a viper.

The old man's smile disappeared instantly, he continued to wipe his glasses expressionlessly, smacking his mouth: "Ah, what a pity, it's actually earwax-smelling Bibi Duo Beans!

Haagen-Dazs is still delicious. Annie gave me a few boxes. I don't know how to give me more... She also asked me to take care of her brother William, thank God he didn't bully others.

Ah, before going to bed, I must eat another bowl of Haagen-Dazs..."

Snape looked at Professor McGonagall again.

Professor McGonagall hurriedly stood up. She didn't even dare to look into Snape's eyes.

Can't laugh! If you laugh out loud now, you will definitely be killed by Snape!

But,

It's really hard to endure.

Professor McGonagall pursed her lips tightly, her hands trembled, pinching her thighs, daring not to reveal the slightest abnormality.

Still Dumbledore is amazing!

Professor McGonagall said with emotion.

Being so close to Snape, how could he be able to retract it freely... Professionally trained?

————I am Wood's separator————

Wood: Dear wizards, if you don't vote for the recommendation, I will represent Hogwarts and use biochemical weapons - stinky shoes warning!

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