Draco Malfoy trembled as he opened the Howler.
If not opened immediately, the Howler would explode and howl even louder.
He couldn't understand why his father would send him a Howler.
As the letter is opened, it immediately flew into the sky.
From inside came the angry voice of a white peacock.
"Draco, I sent you to Hogwarts to study!"
"Not to cause trouble at school!"
"It's only the third day of school; look at what you've done!"
"I make the family house-elves send you to school for two thousand Galleons!"
"Listen, if there's another time, I will personally bring you back from school."
"And then disown you!"
After the Howler released its message, it automatically turned into a pile of scraps.
Draco was completely bewildered.
What's going on?
This doesn't make sense!
He was brought up with the belief in pure-blood supremacy, where family honour is above all else.
In his mind, his father would have flown into a rage upon hearing he is being bullied at school.
He would have personally stood up for him.
Before this, his father had always been very fond of him.
But why would there be a Howler sent?
Not helping him was one thing.
But planning to send house-elves for two thousand Galleons?
...
The other Slytherins at the Slytherin table are also baffled by this Howler.
It is completely different from what they had planned.
Wasn't it supposed to be the major pure-blood families joining forces to expel kyle?
This idea was initially proposed by Draco Malfoy and Marcus Flint.
However...
The Malfoy family not only refused but also sent a Howler to school?
What was going on?
All the Slytherins are at a loss.
"Oh, Merlin, mine is also a Howler!"
At that moment, another Slytherin exclaimed.
"Oh my, my father sent me a Howler too!"
"Mine... mine is as well!"
"Someone save me; I don't want to open it!"
But Draco's Howler is just the beginning!
There were nearly thirty students from Slytherin, all seven years.
Almost thirty of them received Howlers.
It wasn't just a simple scolding.
You see, it is lunchtime now.
Most of the young wizards at Hogwarts are in the Great Hall.
The wizards from the other three houses, especially the Gryffindor lions, who are Slytherin's rivals, were also watching!
It is like facing public humiliation.
But even if they were unwilling, these Slytherins could only tremble as they opened the Howlers.
Otherwise, they would explode soon, and the noise would get even louder!
So the Slytherin table suddenly became lively.
Over thirty Howlers all exerting their power at once.
The noise was so loud it felt like it would lift the ceiling of the castle hall!
The young wizards from the other three houses found it hard to ignore.
There is an explosion of laughter at the Gryffindor table.
"Look, Cassius Warrington got a Howler from his mom!"
"Harper is hiding under the table. Does he really think he can escape the Howler like that?"
"Hahaha, Crabbe, the idiot, hasn't opened his Howler yet!"
These lions are unwilling to give up the chance to mock their "archenemies".
The twins even doubled over laughing.
Little Hermione looked at the Howlers flying around the Slytherin table, feeling puzzled.
...
Soon, after these Howlers had done their duty, either breaking into pieces or turning into ashes, the atmosphere at the Slytherin table, which had been lively just a moment ago, suddenly became extremely depressed.
Those Slytherins who had received Howlers listened to the discussions from the students of the other three houses and wished they could find a hole to hide in.
They just couldn't understand.
Where did things go wrong?
"Oh, look, this is a letter from my dad!"
With so many Slytherins, it is impossible for all of them to receive Howlers.
Some of the students' parents sent regular letters.
Speaking was a fourth-year Slytherin, Seuss Lestrange!
Most of the members of their family had chosen to follow Voldemort before.
After Voldemort fell, they faced severe retribution.
Moreover, their family head, Rodolphus Lestrange, and his brother, Rabastan Lestrange, had not given the key to the family vault to the family members until they are imprisoned in Azkaban.
Now, their strength is almost nonexistent compared to previous years.
They had nearly lost the title of the "Sacred Twenty-Eight Pure-blood Families".
"Merlin's beard, is this for real?" Seuss Leicester trembled as he looked at the letter in front of him.
If it weren't for the fact that the handwriting on it wasn't his father's, he would never have believed it is real!