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Clark was thinking of writing a letter tonight to Barnabas Coffey, the editor-in-chief of the Daily Prophet, and asking him to cover up what happened today.

However, it seems that the Daily Prophet is indeed the most subscribed newspaper in the British magic circle, and the response is very fast.

Fortunately, they also knew the relationship between Clark, the major shareholder, and the Weasley family, and did not put this news on the front page today, but put the news of Minister Fudge's condolences to the old wizard at the top.

Just as he and Hermione were reading the newspaper together, the portrait of the Fat Lady behind him unscrewed, Harry and Ron standing awkwardly outside, Neville with them both.

The two guys were absent from the dinner party and should have come straight back from Professor Snape's office.

In the lounge, the Gryffindor Academy classmates saw the two of them, and immediately burst into loud cheers and clapped excitedly.

They surrounded the hole and stretched out their hands together to pull Harry and Ron in. The eager response almost confused them both.

"Fantastic!" exclaimed Lee Jordan, "amazing! I've heard from George and Fred, what a wonderful way! It's going to get a lot of talk about driving a speeding car into the punching willow. Year!"

"Good job!" said a fifth-year senior, patting Harry on the back as if he had just won a Quidditch match.

George and Fred squeezed in front of them and asked together, "Why don't you call us back? It's so boring."

Ron blushed and smiled embarrassedly, but Clark, who was standing beside him, could tell that he was enjoying the situation.

Clark didn't really like their behavior, but when he saw Percy standing behind a group of excited freshmen, yelling at them, but no one listened to him, Clark dismissed the criticism of them. idea.

These two guys are not his sons, so why bother to educate them thankfully.

As the saying goes, friendship is simple and profound. Sometimes people can only leave deep memories if they have suffered losses and are fooled themselves.

On the contrary, if you talk too much, it is easy to cause a plan and become an enemy.

Besides, he could see that the little lions in Gryffindor were full of energy and flouting the rules.

Coupled with the soul anchoring effect strengthened by the sorting ceremony, they will be more impulsive under the influence of the magic of chaos. Not only do they not reject this kind of adventurous behavior of Harry and Ron, but they also yearn and appreciate it very much.

Such a reckless and impulsive character, who is not afraid of power, is indeed the best help to help Clark break the rules and bad habits of this wizarding world.

All it takes is an impassioned speech, a provocation, and a little spark to get them to the front.

The premise is that you have to be friends with them, like Harry and them, to gain their admiration, so that they will cut your teeth for you.

At this time, because Hermione and Percy both had tense faces, Harry and Ron didn't want to stay in the lounge too much. After shouting "good night", they squeezed out of the common room and ran upstairs in one breath. .

They walked down the stairs into the familiar round dormitory, and saw again the six four-poster beds decorated with red velvet, and the tall, narrow windows, their luggage boxes had been brought up and placed on the beds. head.

Clark followed behind them. Ron saw him and thought that this cousin was also going to criticize him. He was about to explain when the door of the dormitory was suddenly pushed open from the outside.

Several other Gryffindor boys of the same age rushed in.

"I can't believe it!" Seamus looked at them and smiled.

Dean said "cool".

Harry couldn't take it any longer and laughed happily.

But not everyone in Gryffindor thought that way, and Neville, who was at the back, didn't have a smile on his face.

"You shouldn't do this, it will get you fired." Neville looked at them with a serious expression, which made the atmosphere in the room awkward.

Harry quickly comforted him, "Professor McGonagall said we won't be fired."

Neville shook his head, unmoved by his answer, "That's not the reason for you to do this, this kind of behavior is not good, Gryffindor courage is not like this."

Clark once again refreshed his understanding of Neville. Compared with his self-defeating self, perhaps Neville, who bravely pointed out the problems of Harry and Ron, is a real Gryffindor.

"Don't teach us a lesson," Ron said impatiently, facing the upright Neville, "We're tired enough today!"

After speaking, he and Harry quickly jumped into bed and closed the curtain together.

Clark shook his head at their evasive behavior, Neville sighed, Seamus and Dean tried their best to smooth things out, and after they said good night to each other, they went to bed.

By the next day, however, Harry and Ron were in a worse mood.

Early in the morning, the weather was a gloomy dark gray, and after running, Clark came to the auditorium to prepare for breakfast.

Beneath the enchanted ceiling, the long tables of the four academies are filled with delicious food, bowls of fragrant pumpkin porridge, platters of pickled herring, hills of buttered toast slices, and platters Fried to perfection, runny poached eggs and bacon.

As the first day of school, today's breakfast is extraordinarily rich.

Clark took a bit of everything, and as soon as he sat down beside Hermione and Neville, Harry and Ron came together.

Hermione's expression was very cold, and she didn't mention the matter of their speeding to school yesterday, and greeted bluntly.

On the contrary, it was Neville, who seemed to have forgotten the unpleasantness of last night, and said "good morning" with a smile on his face.

By the time Clark had eaten the last mouthful of bacon, there was a commotion above their heads, as usual.

Hundreds of owls flew into the auditorium with packages large and small, circled above their heads, and threw those letters and packages to their owners~lightnovelpub.net~ Just when they thought that breakfast was over, a gray The big guy fell into Hermione's jug, and milk and feathers splashed all over them.

"Erol!"

Ron exclaimed and fished the wet owl out of the pot. Errol was spread out on the table with his legs outstretched in the air and a wet red envelope in his mouth.

"Oh, no—" Ron exclaimed.

"It's okay, he's still alive," Hermione said, poking it lightly with her fingertips, "but honestly, it's time for another owl in your family."

"No—it's that one."

Ron pointed to the red envelope with a look of horror on his face.

Clark wiped his mouth with a tissue, "If I were you, open it up quickly, what should be faced is always faced."