Chapter 41 Luo Fu, Be Careful when You Have an Affair!
There was a car accident at Hogwarts.
A flying car hit the Whomping Willow at a speed of 80 miles per second.
If the Whomping Willow could speak, the first thing it would say would probably be... First of all, I didn't offend anyone!
Then it would be... Die for me!
Such a cool appearance naturally aroused heated discussions among the students. Everyone walked towards the auditorium while excitedly discussing this matter.
No one cared about the life and death of Harry and Ron, but everyone was very concerned about the flying car.
Shirley liked the sense of freedom of flying very much. She often flew around in the box with Rolf's "Improved Comet 220", so she was also very interested in the flying car.
She discussed the problem of power source with Rolf. After all, it is impossible for a car to burn oil to fly from England to Scotland, right?
Hermione was well-versed in a wide range of fields. She even knew a little about the conservation of momentum. She constructed a completely inelastic collision model and prepared to calculate the internal force.
When the few people separated in the auditorium, Hermione had a sudden idea and tried to introduce magic into classical mechanics.
It's a pity that the little girl didn't study physics. Maybe she could come up with a creative theory of magic in addition to the four fundamental forces.
Rolf walked towards the Hufflepuff table. When he passed the Slytherin table, he heard Malfoy boasting in a loud voice:
"I don't like Muggle cars. Only idiots drive them. But as long as I want, I can get a car immediately, and it's the most expensive.
Once on my birthday, my father wanted to give me a luxury tractor... I heard that the Muggle Prime Minister and the Queen both drove this thing for a ride."
Malfoy didn't say that the Queen drove a van, and Rolf was still quite relieved.
When he sat down at the Hufflepuff table, he saw Justin and Macmillan arguing. They were discussing which one was more comfortable to ride, a car or a flying broom.
From Justin's tone, it seemed that he spent most of his childhood racing on the streets.
Macmillan criticized the unsafety of cars. A car once crashed into the backyard of his house and crushed the doghouse.
Justin took out a magazine of the Muggle car show from somewhere, which was full of long-legged bikini models.
McMillan stared at the big white headlights and immediately admitted defeat in shame, admitting that Muggle cars are more comfortable.
He also made an appointment with Justin to go to see the car models on Christmas... Ah, the car show!
Hannah and Susan unexpectedly did not quarrel, but were desperately... catching up on their summer homework.
At the dining table of Hufflepuff College, a quarter of the students were catching up on their homework. They wrote quickly and stimulated their lifelong potential.
Do you think the remaining three quarters of the students have finished their homework?
Wrong! Half of the badgers are going to get up early tomorrow to copy their homework, and the other half are going to give up and not write it, whatever they want!
The whole hall was so noisy that when the Sorting Hat sang the song, the students were busy with their own things.
At the end of the song, there was only sparse applause, and even the twins did not support it. After all, their own brother secretly drove away the car and his life and death were still unknown.
The Sorting Hat said unhappily, "Everyone doesn't seem to be very enthusiastic this year."
This is a song that it spent a whole year to come up with. Although it is not as good as the early works, the quality is not bad.
Professor McGonagall took out a large roll of parchment. She didn't speak, her face was stern, and her lips were tightly pursed.
If it weren't for the sorting, she would have rushed into Snape's office to question Potter and Weiss why they did such a thing!
The Sorting Hat saw that McGonagall didn't speak, but she didn't give up and hummed the ballad she composed and composed.
Professor McGonagall had to look up and said, "Please be kind and let my ears go? I'm in a bad mood today."
"Little McGonagall, what happened?"
"A student drove a modified flying car to school and was seen by Muggles." Professor McGonagall said irritably. "This matter has been published in the Daily Prophet."
"Is it a Gryffindor student?" The Sorting Hat asked carefully.
Professor McGonagall clenched the parchment and stared at the Sorting Hat, saying, "Why do you think it's a Gryffindor student?"
"Except for Gryffindor, I can't think of any other college student who could do such a thing." The Sorting Hat whispered.
"..."
Professor McGonagall felt a little hurt and sad. Why are the most naughty students always in Gryffindor?
"When you sort the houses, can you pay more attention and sort all the non-naughty but excellent students into Gryffindor!" Professor McGonagall discussed:
"Someone like Hermione Granger is good, and Shirley Swinton from Ravenclaw is not bad either."
"What about Rolf Scamander?" The Sorting Hat asked hurriedly.
Professor McGonagall remembered that she was rubbed, and waved her hand and said, "Forget about Scamander. I want to live a few more years."
Professor McGonagall ended the conversation and asked the little wizards who had been waiting for a while to start sorting. They walked to the tripods one by one and put the broken hat on their heads.
Rolf looked at the Sorting Hat and suddenly remembered the third painting in Nico's "Book of Abraham":
In a room, there is a sealed box with a tree growing on it. There is also a wizard holding a sword, and behind him is a turquoise dragon with a hat on its head.
If this picture describes Gryffindor, the sword is probably the Sword of Gryffindor, and the hat on the head of the green dragon, could it be the Sorting Hat?
Rolf was distracted for a while, and Professor McGonagall had finished reading the names of the new students. She picked up the Sorting Hat and the small stool and immediately walked out of the auditorium.
Everyone looked at it in shock. She wouldn't hit someone with a stool, would she?
Professor Dumbledore stood up, looked at all his classmates with a smile, and opened his arms in a welcoming gesture.
"I have only one thing to say to you." The principal's rich voice echoed in the auditorium: "Enjoy the dinner to your heart's content!"
All the empty plates on the table were suddenly filled with food.
"How is this done?" Neville asked with his mouth full of bread and fried fish. He took a big gulp of juice to wash the food down:
"Did Dumbledore use magic to create these foods out of thin air?"
"No, food is the first of the five exceptions to Gamp's Basic Law of Transformation. No one can make edible food out of thin air." Rove explained:
"Professor Dumbledore used a transfer spell to transfer the food cooked by the house elves in the kitchen."
"You almost didn't get to eat these delicious foods." The fat monk floated over.
"What happened?" Luofu raised his head and asked.
"Peeves made trouble in the kitchen and almost ruined the dinner." The fat monk sighed.
"Why did he do this?" Neville asked curiously.
"Peeves wants to attend the banquet, but everyone thinks that if he attends the banquet, he will cause havoc everywhere. Bloody Baron convened a meeting of ghosts... I advocated giving him this opportunity... Bloody Baron firmly disagreed."
"Is Bloody Baron very prestigious among the ghosts?" Luofu narrowed his eyes.
"More than just having prestige." The fat monk shook his head and said, "He is the only one who can control Peeves, although he doesn't know why."
"By the way, Luofu." The fat monk whispered:
"A ghost asked me to bring you a message. She will go to the Hufflepuff lounge to find you at twelve o'clock in the evening..."
"Be careful with Barrow the Bloody Man." He said cautiously: "There have been rumors that he likes the guy from Ravenclaw Tower... You'd better not let him know... you two are secretly dating."
"..."
When you say that, why does it sound like you are having an affair?
Rolf is an innocent and honest man!
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