On Saturday morning, William and his team arrived at the auditorium early in the morning.

These two days are the Quidditch selections of four academies, and everyone is very excited and looking forward to it.

For veteran players like Twin Brothers and Cedric who have proved themselves on the field, there is no need to worry at all. Their selection is just a passing move.

But the twins and Cedric have completely different mentalities.

Although the strength of the Hufflepuff team has been weakened a little, several key players are still in their year of playing and have not graduated.

They reached the final last year and are still the favorite to win this year.

Gryffindor is different. Their captain and ball seeker Charlie graduated. The overall team's strength dropped sharply and he suddenly became a second-rate team.

They need to choose a new talented finder this year.

This position is not that easy to find. Everyone knows most of the strengths of students in third grade or above.

There are no new group of second-year Gryffindor students.

No matter how you look at it, you can't find it from the first grade?

I sat at the dining table in the morning, and several people were still discussing this matter.

For this matter, the new captain Wood was anxious and kept talking all day long to ask the old team members to discover talents.

Professor McGonagall put a lot of pressure. She hinted several times that Wood... Gryffindor had not won the Quidditch Cup for five consecutive years, which was unimaginable in her time!

Professor McGonagall's tone was extremely serious, as if Gryffindor had not won the championship for so many years, the difficulty was not much lower than that of the Death Eaters invading Hogwarts.

As we all know, Professor McGonagall is an avid old fan for decades. When she was in school, she was Captain Gryffindor Quidditch.

William could only smile at this, but Ravenclaw had not won the Quidditch Cup for eight consecutive years.

It's still unique than the bad Lavenclaw.

In order to avoid Wood's long-windedness, or to be more precise, his stinky feet, the twin brothers could only sit on the Ravenclaw's dining table.

There is actually no fixed position for them. Cedric is from Hufflepuff and everyone often eats at Hufflepuff's dining table.

Basically, you can sit wherever there are fewer people on the table.

William even sat down at Slytherin's dining table.

Anyway, no one dared to scold him in front of him or show obvious disgust, especially when he was holding a magic wand and smiling.

Although William was born from a Muggle, he was too strong and was the youngest recipient of the Merlin Medal. No one would be willing to provoke him such a Dumbledore-style genius.

After all, it has been 9191, and Voldemort has stepped down for eleven years. That paranoid pure blood theory has long lost its market, and at least everyone will not show it on the surface without any scruples.

What's more, many Slytherin wizards are also mixed-race.

Sitting at Ravenclaw's dining table, several people were still discussing Quidditch.

The twin brothers are going to Quidditch in a while, and William, Hermione, Cedric and Qiu, the four of them are going to Hagrid's cabin.

Hermione has been completely isolated, and not many students of her age are willing to talk to her, especially Ron.

But she didn't notice this. She spent most of her time studying with William in the library, except for classes.

At this moment, dozens of owls came in a mess above their heads, hovering in the auditorium, throwing letters and packages into the crowd that were talking.

Then, another gray big guy hovered around the Gryffindor dining table for a few times and flew towards Ravenclaw.

It was too old and before it fell down smoothly, it fell into the milk jug on the dining table. Suddenly, milk and feathers splashed all over the body.

"Erol!" Fred frowned, "How could it come?"

George held his paws and pulled out the wet owl.

Errol was sank on the table, his legs stretched in the air, and he was holding a wet red envelope in his mouth.

"Oh, it's awful," Fred cried out.

"It's okay, it's still alive." Hermione carefully poked Errol with her fingertips.

Bobocha even lay on the table and sniffed the owl with his nose.

As if he felt a cat peeking at it, Errol trembled his paws.

"Ha, there's a good show." Cedric pointed to the red envelope and smiled at the corner of his mouth.

"What's wrong?" Hermione asked.

"Mom Xin sent us a yelling letter." Fred said helplessly.

"You'd better open it quickly," Cedric said excitedly. "If you ignore it, it will explode and it will scream louder."

But the twin brothers didn't dare to open it, and the four corners of the envelope had already begun to smoke.

"Can you block the sound with the 'ear plug'?" George asked quickly at William.

"No, the roaring letter is so loud that it will definitely not be blocked." William shook his head.

If you close the earplug and listen to this spell, you will only hear the buzzing sounds around you, so that you cannot hear the soft voice of the man who casts the spell, but the roaring letter is ineffective.

"Frozen Curse..."

"Well, maybe, but if it fails, the effect of not opening makes the sound louder, are you sure?"

"Confused spell?"

The few people seemed to be having an academic discussion, not caring about the roar letter at all, but the flames of the roar letter became more and more obvious and were about to explode.

"My confusion curse is just as good, but it's still very simple to think that it's already opened."

William took out his wand. After less than two seconds, he put away his wand, and Yun Danfeng sat down gently to continue drinking his milk.

"Success?"

"No." William shrugged.

"Then are you still drinking milk so calmly?" Cedric was speechless.

"Obviously Mrs. Weasley was prepared for a long time." William said helplessly.

"She added a few spells to the envelope in advance. As long as someone tries to cast magic on the roaring letter, he will directly..."

Bang!

Without William's words, everyone knew the result. The roar letter suddenly exploded and made a roar. The loud noise filled the entire auditorium and shook the dust from the ceiling.

“…I feel very sad, very guilty, and very blameless…

I can't take care of you well and cause trouble every day. I bought a few maps to care about you, but I dared to ignore my letter!

If you continue like this, I will not be surprised if you are expelled from the school. See how I deal with you both then.

Now! Now!!! Now!!!

Send me the Hogwarts map without a second delay, otherwise I will send a roar letter every day…”

Mrs. Weasley's shouts were hundreds of times louder than usual, shaking the plates and spoons on the table, and the echoes of the stone walls on all sides were deafening.

Everyone in the auditorium turned around to see who received the roar letter.

"And Ron, you are late every day and you are still late with Harry. So you are so embarrassed to write a letter to me to buy reference materials for you!

Are you sure you are going to buy 'reference materials' instead of snacks? If you don't study hard, if you are late again, I will shout letters every day to wake you up..."

Ron was lucky that he was not in the hall and he was still sleeping, missing the roaring letter.

After a moment, the roar stopped and his ears were still buzzing.

Joyful laughter came from the hall, and the voices gradually sounded again.

The twins sat blankly, as if they had just been washed by the tide.

Give it or not, this is a problem:

Should we silently endure the ruthless blow of the yelling letter?

Or give up night tours and immerse yourself in boring campus life from now on?

Which of these two behaviors is safer?

Weasley Brothers: We are not human!

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(The third update, it's over! Finally, I don't have to stay up late.)
Chapter completed!