The next morning, after his usual morning exercise, Allen went to the hall's dining hall. Under the enchanted ceiling (it was grey today), there were bowls of porridge, plates of pickled herring, mountains of bread, and plates of eggs and bacon on the long table of the four academies.
Allen took some food and ate quickly. Every time on the first morning of a holiday, there would be an unusually large number of owls! Sure enough, after Allen put down his glass of milk, hundreds of owls swarmed in and circled the hall. Benny took the lead, as if he had become the king of the owls, and threw a large package onto Allen.
Fortunately, Allen's hands were quick, and he pushed his chair back. Otherwise, the package would have landed on the table and knocked over the milk jug. Before he could open the package, a loud noise filled the entire auditorium, causing the dust on the ceiling to fall down.
"… You stole a car. I wouldn't be surprised if they fired you. See how I'll deal with you then. You probably never thought about how your father and I felt when we found out that the car was gone … "
It was Mrs. Weasley's shout, a hundred times louder than usual. It shook the plates and spoons on the table, and the echoes were deafening. Everyone in the hall turned around to see who had received the howling letter, and Allen was no exception. He saw Ron curled up in his chair, and all he could see was a red forehead.
"When we received Dumbledore's letter last night, your father was so ashamed that he almost died. We worked so hard to raise you, but we didn't expect you to do such a thing. You and Harry almost lost your lives … "Allen saw that Harry's expression was very stiff, and he pretended to be calm as he sat in his chair.
"… That's too infuriating. Your father will be investigated at work, and this is all your fault. If you don't follow the rules, we'll take you back immediately! "
The howling finally stopped, but the voice was still buzzing in his ears. The red envelope that had fallen from Ron's hand to the ground burned, curling into ashes.
A few people laughed, and the sound of conversation gradually rang out again.
"I heard that Harry and Ron drove a flying car and knocked down Whaling Willow. I thought it was just Gryffindor's men talking big, but it seems like it's true!" Edward grabbed a piece of bread and spread layers of butter on it.
"But Ron's father is in trouble. He's going to be investigated!" As if he was finally satisfied with the thickness and uniformity of the butter, Edward took a bite of more than half of the bread.
Allen was not in the mood to pay attention to him. At this time, he was trying hard to suppress his anger so that he would not throw the woolen scarf in his hand. Allen had just opened the package, and this emerald green scarf was placed on top of a large pile of food. When Allen opened it, a note slid down. It was Daisy's handwriting, and it said, "Please help me transfer this scarf to Gidro. Professor Lockhart, and my sincere blessings! Daisy. "
No matter how much food Mrs. Harris brought, it could not suppress Allen's anger. Why did Daisy like this liar so much? She didn't say a word to her younger brother, and he had never received anything personally knitted by Daisy!
The more he looked at the scarf, the uglier he felt it was! Allen picked up the package and brought the food into the bedroom. Very quickly, Allen figured it out. Daisy did not directly mail it to Gidro. Lockhart, this meant that their relationship wasn't close. As long as he didn't create an opportunity for them to meet, there shouldn't be any further developments!
Looking at the class schedule, it was great. The first lesson was actually Defense Against Black Magic. Allen sneered and threw the green scarf into the innermost part of the wardrobe.
Allen did not bring any textbooks to the classroom. All the knowledge was in his head! Although Gidro The experiences in Lockhart's book came from other Magi, but it was undeniable that it was written very brilliantly. The story had many twists and turns, and the knowledge it contained was very useful!
Allen arrived at the classroom a second before class started. The girls occupied all the seats in the front row, excitedly discussing Gidro's various inconceivable experiences. The boys, on the other hand, showed an unprecedented silence. Allen walked straight to the corner of the last row. It was very secluded and high up, overlooking the entire classroom!
The class started, but Gidro's figure was nowhere to be seen. The classroom was filled with whispers, and some students started to quarrel. However, no one thought of looking for the teacher. "This is a typical teaching accident!" Allen coldly snorted.
Not long after, Gidro Lockhart appeared. Lockhart appeared at the door. He was dressed in an elegant green robe, and a green hat with a golden rim was neatly placed on top of his shiny golden hair. "He really likes the color green!" Allen secretly cast a spell from under the chair, and Gidro's hat turned a deep green. Not only that, his face turned bright red! The class immediately roared with laughter.
"Who told you to like bright colors, who told you to like electric sparks everywhere …" Allen laughed very happily! Although there was a saying, "Red and green are not enough," there was also a saying, "Red and green are better than bullshit!"
The extreme contrast of "red and green" was a taboo when it came to color matching. From a color perspective, red and green were opposites. In terms of hue, the two were separated by a full 180 degrees. The degree of repulsion was very high, and when the two collided, it would create an extremely strong visual contrast, strongly stimulating the visual organs. This was the reason why "red" and "green" were chosen for traffic lights.
Gidero had a Guan Yu face and a big green hat. Under the hat, curly short blond hair could be seen … His head was simply a color palette. Coupled with his smile that revealed all his shiny teeth, it was very funny.
Gidro did not understand, and his smile froze on his face. Seeing that everyone was looking at his head, he revealed his trademark smile. It should have been very charming, but under the contrast of the dark green hat, it seemed particularly silly.
Lockhart loudly cleared his throat, making everyone quiet down. He reached out and picked up a copy of "Walking with Trolls" and held it in his hand, showing a picture of himself blinking on the cover.
"I," he pointed to his own picture and said while blinking, "Gidro? Lockhart, Sir Merlin's Third Rank Medal, Honorary Member of the Defense League of Black Magic, five times winner of the "Wizard Weekly" Most Charming Smile Award — but I don't talk about that, I didn't rely on a smile to drive away Wanlun's ghost! "
He thought his words were witty, but it caused the whole class to roar with laughter. He immediately froze again. A kind little witch sitting in the front row took out a mirror and handed it to Gidro. Seeing his own image, Gidro could no longer maintain his signature smile and pulled off his hat.
Seeing this, Alan removed his magic. It would not be fun if he flew into a rage out of humiliation and left the classroom!
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