Chapter 630: Ravenclaw House

In the Great Hall, magical snow was falling onto the Christmas tree.

Under the dome with a few cotton-like white clouds floating, colorful ribbons were hanging high.

Sean passed by the fireplace in the Great Hall and walked towards the eighth floor where the Room of Requirement was located.

At the long tables of the four houses, the discussion was continuous.

Jia Siting was quietly reading "American Magical Weekly," and beside him, Harry and Luo En were sighing.

They were also holding a newspaper, but it was the "Daily Prophet" published in London, England.

It read:

【The Ministry of Magic's investigation into the Head of the Office for the Detection and Confiscation of Counterfeit Defensive Spells and Protective Objects, Arthur Wei Silai, was fined fifty Galleons today for casting magic on a Muggle car.

This enchanted car was discovered earlier this year when it flew away from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and Mr. Lucius Ma Er, a governor of the school, recently demanded Mr. Wei Silai's resignation.

"Wei Silai has damaged the reputation of the Ministry of Magic,"

Ma Er said to our reporter,

"He is clearly unfit to make laws for us, and his ridiculous 'Muggle Protection Act' should be abolished immediately."

Mr. Wei Silai made no comment on this, but his wife told the reporter to leave, otherwise she would let out her family's ghoul to bite them】

"Of course, the ghoul would do that."

Luo En said with a forced smile.

"I'm sorry."

Harry's throat felt like something was stuck, his voice a bit hoarse.

On the side of the Great Hall, in a place with few people, Sean stopped for a few seconds because he saw Ma Er walking towards Harry and the others.

And walking side by side, they would just happen to block Sean's path.

"Arthur Wei Silai likes Muggles too much; his wand should be broken in two, and he should be made to join the ranks of Muggles."

Ma Er said contemptuously to Pansy beside him,

"Look at the behavior of the Wei Silai family; you really can't tell they are pure-blood wizards.

Of course, my father also always says that letting Dumbledore be the headmaster is the unluckiest thing this school has ever encountered.

He likes Muggles. A decent headmaster would never let an idiot like Creevey into the school."

Ma Er pretended to start taking pictures with a camera, viciously yet realistically imitating Colin:

"Potter, can I take a picture of you? Potter, can I get your autograph? Can I lick your shoes? Please, Potter."

He lowered his hands, looking at Harry and Luo En with feigned surprise.

Harry and Luo En stood up immediately.

Jia Siting frowned; he slowly put down the "American Magical Weekly," and instead revealed his body between Harry and Luo En.

Neville was sticking close to him, his wand at his waist already eager to move.

Coupled with Hermione, who was trembling with anger, the little wizards here were no less imposing than Ma Er's group.

"Heh—"

Ma Er pretended to be calm; he only noticed Harry and really didn't see that the other side had a full team,

"Saint Potter, he won't understand that some people are simply stupid, while others are the nobility of heaven, destined for greatness."

After speaking, he took his people and walked away.

"He's like a mosquito! Childish and stupid!"

Hermione said indignantly.

"If we beat him up, guess what he'd say... 'I'm going to tell my father—he'll definitely expel you—'"

Luo En began to imitate him comically,

"But I dare say, Hogwarts wouldn't expel us even if it expelled a hundred Malfoys... who told us to have—Sean!"

Luo En's sudden shout made everyone feel a little confused.

"Luo En, there's no need to be so loud..."

Harry whispered.

And Hermione and Jia Siting had already looked back keenly.

There, however, seemed to be nothing.

Luo En rubbed his eyes hard, somewhat doubting if he was hallucinating.

Eighth floor, opposite the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy trying to teach trolls to dance.

Sean's figure slowly appeared at the end of the corridor, his wand pointed, and it seemed that a layer of Invisibility Cloak faded from his body.

He looked at the wall, where Barnabas was still trying to teach the trolls to dance, and the trolls were dancing on him with clubs.

After a good while, a moth-eaten troll stopped beating the ballet teacher and turned to look at him.

Muttering something he didn't know.

"The ghost lady who just arrived at the Boundary."

The black cat said seriously.

"Ghosts. Then, Mr. Black Cat who holds good luck, look at the mist around you..."

Dumbledore's smile froze slightly.

The black cat was stunned; after hearing Dumbledore's teasing, its tail shook irritably.

"Miss Isobel Selwyn—she said she has wandering family members waiting for her."

After a few seconds, it said while rummaging through its balls, and finally saw a yarn ball in the corner that was not big, but the mist line was thick enough.

It didn't notice that the expression on the old wizard's face changed again and again.