A Certain Magical Hogwarts

Chapter 21 usually doesn't make people laugh, unless they can't help it.

William sang the song quickly using the melody of "Two Tigers".

The singing was scattered and disjointed, with some singing about the location of Hufflepuff and others even humming the melody of the Internationale.

William almost mistook him for an international comrade who had infiltrated the enemy!

After everyone else had finished, only the Weasley brothers continued singing along to the slow melody of the Wedding March.

Dumbledore used his wand to conduct the last few bars for them, and when they finished singing, his applause was the loudest.

"It's time to educate the wizards at Hogwarts about the brainwashing songs from China," William murmured to himself.

That way, when everyone sings in the future, it won't be scattered and there will always be only one melody in your ears.

For example, "Mangzhong" and "Shoulder Shaking Dance"...

Dumbledore was unaware of William's comprehensive plan. He was wiping his eyes, unsure whether they were tears of emotion or some kind of vulgar, solid impurity.

"This melody is beautiful." Dumbledore seemed to be recalling some small joy, and William suspected that he was thinking of his first love.

Dumbledore may have once considered using this piece of music at his own wedding!

Dumbledore went on for a full ten minutes, praising a certain Hogwarts headmistress who wrote the school song, and calling her the greatest lyricist of all time.

He reluctantly ended the dinner amidst Professor McGonagall's incessant coughing.

The Ravenclaw freshmen followed Prefect Robert Hilliard through the noisy crowd and out of the dining hall.

Another commotion arose in the distance, the sound coming from the Gryffindor dining table.

Percy waved his arms wildly, yelling, "I'm going to kill you all!"

William had never seen Percy so furious; he was always very conscious of his image.

George hid behind Lee Jordan, looking aggrieved, and said, "Why are you yelling so loudly?"

Percy gritted his teeth and said, "The answer! Why are so many people's summer homework answers exactly the same as mine?!"

Fred dodged the shoe that was thrown at him and whispered, "How do we know...maybe this assignment is really easy?"

William suddenly realized that the answers to the fourth-grade summer homework came from Percy.

Percy was unaware of this; he had just been showing off his answers when he learned of this sudden and devastating news!

It's obvious that the twin brothers stole Percy's answers during the summer vacation and then copied them to sell for money!

What's most infuriating is that Percy didn't get a single nut.

"I'll kill you all!" Percy casually threw Wood's other shoe as well.

George pulled out a stick from somewhere and, like a ball player, forcefully slapped his shoe away.

It turns out that you should never secretly take off your shoes while eating, or you'll suffer a terrible fate!

For example, Wood... he was eating a box of pudding, happily watching the farce unfold before him.

Wood clapped excitedly and exclaimed, "A beautiful strike!"

He commented with the air of a professional: "The accuracy and strength are both there, and the timing is also very good."

George, you definitely have the ability to make the school team. It seems Charlie has been training you guys a lot during the summer!

Hurry up and participate in the team tryouts next week. With you guys on the team, we'll easily win the Quidditch Cup this year...

and many more……

These shoes,

Why does this look so familiar?

"Where are my shoes?!" Wood stood on a chair wearing flashy pink socks with the image of the famous witch singer Setina Warbeck printed on them.

He yelled, "Stop hitting them! Stop hitting them! Those are limited edition flying shoes, with Aidan Lynch's autograph on them!"

Aidan Lynch is the Chaser for the Irish Quidditch national team and one of Wood's favorite players.

But no matter how much Wood yelled, it was no use. The shoe drew a graceful arc and crashed straight toward the main seat.

Snape pursed his lips, listening impatiently as Dumbledore talked about the allure of rock and roll.

In a daze, shoes fell from the sky, carrying a strong, unpleasant odor that hit me in the face.

The smell... was really pungent and tangy; Snape almost passed out from the stench.

Based on the trajectory, the shoe was bound to hit him.

Snape quickly pulled out his wand, and the spell he instinctively cast was "Crush."

But he didn't use it. Instead, he waved it lightly, and the shoe changed its trajectory, rushing towards Professor Tywin at an even faster speed.

Professor Snape's lips curled into a sneer, and with a slightly flamboyant gesture, he tucked his wand back into his wide wizarding robes.

Snape looked at Dumbledore and asked lazily, "Where were we? Shall we continue?"

The whole process was completed in one go, without even his greasy black hair moving.

An ordinary wizard would probably be hit by the shoe, but Professor Tywin Lannister fully demonstrated how terrifying a wizard with increased agility can be.

In a split second, he actually turned his head to the side, his shoe brushing against his blond hair, and crashed into Hagrid, who was further away.

Hagrid frantically opened his little pink umbrella.

The small umbrella looked old and flashy, but it was surprisingly elastic. When the shoe hit the umbrella, it squeezed out a noticeable dent and shot back at an even faster speed.

Hogwarts Ninja Technique Secret: Hagrid's Reflection!

Bang!

The shoe brushed past Professor Tywin's nose, and he took a deep sniff, almost vomiting up his dinner from the night before.

Fortunately, he escaped serious injury; his nose wasn't big enough, so he didn't become the first professor in Hogwarts history to have his nose broken by a shoe.

Although the title "almost suffocated by the fumes" doesn't sound very nice.

Tywin now understood the profound meaning of the statement, "The position of Defence Against the Dark Arts is cursed."

I'm not saying anything more. I'll take a year's salary and definitely leave next year!

The shoe missed Professor Tywin and continued speeding toward Snape at 180 miles per hour.

Fortunately, the shoe didn't hit him.

Unfortunately, the shoe fell into the bowl on the table.

A large amount of milky white, viscous liquid mixed with a pungent smell burst forth, splashing all over Snape's face... pure milk!

Dumbledore took off his half-moon spectacles, rubbed his cloudy old eyes, and seemed to have seen nothing at all.

Professor McGonagall took a deep breath and, before Snape could erupt, announced loudly, "Percy Weasley, George Weasley, and Fred Weasley were fooling around in the dining hall. Gryffindor loses thirty points!"

Playing around?

It was clearly a group fight with the intent to murder the professor!

Tywin: "They should go to Azkaban, especially Oliver Wood! Let the Dementors give him a stinky-footed kiss!"

Snape's face turned ashen. He had originally intended to deduct three hundred points, but since Professor McGonagall had spoken, he had no choice but to remain silent!

but,

That doesn't mean he'll swallow his anger!

You're capable.

Don't come to my Potions class!

A smile appeared on Dumbledore's lips as he gave Professor McGonagall a thumbs-up.

McGonagall's wit is commendable. It's only the beginning of the semester, what's the point of competing for the college cup if you lose 300 points?

Snape's dead fish eyes stared at Dumbledore like a venomous snake.

The old man's smile vanished instantly, and he continued wiping his glasses expressionlessly, smacking his lips as he muttered, "Ugh, what bad luck, it's earwax-flavored Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Bean!"

Häagen-Dazs is still the best. Annie only gave me a few boxes, she didn't even bother to give me more... She also asked me to take care of her brother William, I should be grateful if he doesn't bully others.

Ah, before going to bed, I must have another bowl of Häagen-Dazs…

Snape then turned his gaze to Professor McGonagall.

Professor McGonagall hurriedly stood up, not daring to look Snape in the eye, and walked down from the main table toward the Gryffindor table with a stern face.

Don't laugh! If you laugh out loud now, Snape will kill you!

but,

It's really hard to hold back.

Professor McGonagall pursed her lips tightly, her hands trembling, and she pinched her thighs, not daring to show the slightest abnormality.

Dumbledore is so much better!

Professor McGonagall remarked with emotion.

He was so close to Snape, yet he could still control himself so well... He must have had professional training.

————I am Wood's separator————

Wood: Fellow wizards, if you don't vote for this post, I will, on behalf of Hogwarts, use a biological weapon—a stinky shoe warning!

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