I was expelled from Hogwarts

Chapter 18 The times have changed, my lord! (Thanks for the reward of [-] coins from the "Wu Mi Financial Man" boss)

Without Peeves' obstruction, the whole team set off again and went very smoothly.

Rove, the young and handsome little badger, was inserted into the Gryffindor Lions team, like an outlier, and attracted countless eyes for a while, and everyone wanted to have a few words with him.

"Rove, what magic did you use to deal with Peeves just now?" Seamus Finnigan asked hastily.

"Imitate the calls of the slut birds, I learned from them, but I advise you not to try it lightly." Rove's 'kind' reminder:

"Its cry is magical, and if you listen to it for a long time, you will lose your mind."

The famous eccentric Ulric once tried to prove that the call of the Wretch Bird was good for the health of wizards. After listening to it for three months, he finally became confused and put a dead badger on his head as a hat.

Therefore, in order to protect the wizard, the sale of the witch bird generally needs to be cast with a silent spell.

But Rove knew that his reminder was useless, the more he was not allowed, the more the lion cubs would try the taboo.

Gryffindor students seem to be particularly strong in terms of rebellious psychology. If you tell them not to go to the toilet to drink 'hot drinks', they will probably try it, and bring a straw by the way.

Fortunately, Rove's veterinary clinic can treat wizards, and he is ready to welcome the first batch of patients with tears in his eyes, and by the way, collect a wave of Wicked Birds at a low price.

"It's my turn to ask!"

"No, it's my turn, you have already asked several questions!"

Indian-born Parvati Patil quarreled with Scotland's Lavender Brown.

The two of them lived in a place where they both had a strong obsession with independence from Britain in history, and they were very close...but because of Scamander, they were about to become enemies.

Rolf is really sinful!

Hermione found herself standing next to Rove, which was almost pushed to the edge.

The little girl stood on tiptoe and glanced at Rove who was talking and laughing in the crowd. She really wanted to remind everyone not to be deceived by his innocent appearance... Stay away from this villain.

It's a pity that no one took care of her.

Of course, no one cares about it. Whether a wizard is good or not is based on comparison.

If it's just good-looking, at most it can be regarded as a silver-like pewter gun head, which is not useful.

Rove was good-looking, but he also showed great strength when dealing with Peeves.

In contrast, the boys in Gryffindor tonight were too hip-stretching, like the Boy Who Lived, everyone wanted to see him show his hands, and ended up in a mess.

On the way to the eighth floor, Rove was asked countless questions, and he answered them all with a smile on his face, showing Hufflepuff's good temper to the fullest.

When everyone thinks you are a good-tempered and honest person, then no one will suspect you if there is an accident at school.

An honest man is Rove's best protection.

After coming to the eighth floor, there is a fork in the road, the left side leads to the Gryffindor Tower, and the end on the right side is the entrance of the principal's office.

"Come on, let's go to the Gryffindor common room." A witch persuaded: "No, just sleep there at night."

"Yes, yes, just don't go back to Hufflepuff!"

Rove was sweating coldly. If he really stayed in the Gryffindor lounge, he would be expelled from Hogwarts tomorrow.

Female goblin, bah... Female benefactor, you are trying to harm me and destroy my Dao heart!
"Professor Dumbledore is still waiting for me." Rove firmly refused, "I'm leaving... Hermione, goodbye!"

He waved his hand towards the corner of the crowd, turned around and left behind a handsome back, Hermione froze, waved her hand too, and said weakly:
"Goodbye."

When she looked up again, she found that many witches were staring at her... This bastard deliberately tricked me again!

Hermione snorted coldly, raised her chin slightly, proudly like a big white goose, walked through the crowd alone, and walked towards the lounge.

Rove turned a corner and stopped in front of an extremely ugly huge stone monster.

"Jelly slug!" The teenager said the password that Professor McGonagall told him.

This password may be too childish for little wizards, but it is just right for Dumbledore.

"Jelly slugs are terrible, and I don't know why Dumbledore likes them." Rove whispered.

"I think so too!" The gargoyle guarding the gate said in a rough voice, "The principal's taste is too bad."

After the gargoyle groaned, it jumped aside, and the wall behind it cracked in two.

Rove walked in slowly, took the magic stairs, and came to an oak door. He was about to push the door in, but was attracted by the brass knocker in the shape of a griffin on the door.

It looks like a door knocker, but it's... a door knocker.

It's just that the door knocker is still a powerful magic item. If a wizard tries to forcefully break through the wooden door of the principal's office, it will turn into a brass griffin and attack.

Griffon, a magical creature living in Greece, has the forelimbs, wings and head of a giant eagle, and the body, hind legs and tail of a lion.

Like the sphinx, the griffin is also used by wizards to guard treasures and secrets.

But griffins are rare and powerful. It is impossible for everyone to get one to protect the treasure. The next best thing is that ancient Greek wizards invented this kind of door knocker.

Later, with Alexander's Eastern Expedition, the magical world in the Middle and Near East also entered the Hellenistic era, and this kind of magic item was spread out.

Why is Rove so clear?
In his small black leather case, there is also such a magic item, which can resist intruders, but compared to the brass door knocker in the principal's office, it is much inferior in power and elegance.

If this is a high-quality product, he is at best a defective product of modern magic!
Rove couldn't put it down, he touched it again and again, [-] touches, and self-touch, and he almost felt patina... Oh, forget it, go to Greece sooner or later, capture a real griffin to see the house!
Rove pushed open the oak door, squinted his eyes, looked around the office, and suddenly felt petty.

The griffin door knocker is used to protect treasures, so the things it guards are naturally much more precious than the door knocker.

The principal's office is such a treasure trove:
What greets the eye is a large, beautiful circular room lit at night not by candles but by sparkling crystal and aquamarine cat's eyes.

The room is as bright as the day, but the key is that the light is soft, and it will not make people feel glare and tired after being in it for a long time.

On the mahogany bookshelf that occupies one wall, there are many magic books. Many of them seem to have a long history, and they are still made of sheepskin and papyrus.

Dozens of slender golden bells hung on the window sill, and the sound was pleasant. It could be used to predict the weather changes in the coming year, and it was an extremely precious magic item.

In the corner, there is also a mirror-like object that reaches the ceiling, but the mirror is covered by a red curtain.

On one side of the mirror, there was a table with slender legs. On the table, there were many strange silverware, which were spinning and emitting small puffs of smoke.

Rove stretched out his hand to gently pat the smoke, and the smoke swirled around his palm. With his shallow knowledge, he couldn't recognize the name and purpose of the silver instrument.

But I also know it can't be...a humidifier, right?
The walls are covered with portraits of the male and female old principals of the past. They all snore softly in their respective photo frames... Occasionally half-opening their eyes, they secretly look at Rove.

There was also a huge table with claw-shaped legs.On a shelf behind the desk is the Sorting Hat.

"Hey, we meet again, the sorting hat." Rove smiled and walked over: "Have you thought of the answer?"

Before the boy approached, the Sorting Hat grinned and shouted, "Don't come here!!"

"..."

"Hey, boy, what did you do to cause so much damage to the Sorting Hat?" an old man with a goatee and a silver and green Slytherin costume asked curiously.

Rove glanced at the nameplate under the portrait, which read:

Phineas Nigellus Black (1847-1925).

"Mr. Black, you can drink potions indiscriminately, but you can't talk nonsense. The Sorting Hat and I are good friends, and I didn't hurt it."

"Ha! Good friend, it will be so afraid of you?" Phineas sneered: "You didn't give it a big bag during the sorting, did you?"

Rove rolled his eyes.

"Hey, boy, what's your name, which college?"

"Rolf Scamander, of course Hufflepuff!" said Rove.

Several Hufflepuff-born principals opened their eyes, looked at the juniors of their own colleges, and then nodded in satisfaction.

It seems that Hufflepuff's appearance level is still as good as ever.

But more principals got together and muttered, they seemed to have heard Rove's name not long ago.

"Are you the guy who was recorded in the Book of Access but almost went to Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry?" Phineas said in surprise:

"Or did Dumbledore write to your grandfather specifically to invite you to study at Hogwarts?"

"I don't understand!" A fat wizard with a red nose roared, shaking his fists:

"Why do some students want to give up Hogwarts, which has a thousand-year history, and are willing to go to a backward school in the New World."

Rove glanced at the red-nosed old headmaster and explained:
"Sir, in last year's evaluation of magic education, eleven well-known magic schools were selected, but Hogwarts only ranked seventh, and it will soon be counted down."

Rove sighed and said, "Ilvermorny ranks firmly in the top two no matter what the rankings are. It's not a school of the same level for a long time."

"Mr. Principal, times have changed!"

"Depraved... shameful degenerate..."

The old principal with the red nose didn't come up in one breath, and passed out directly.

Rove froze.

Merlin's beard, speaking too directly, won't be fired, right?

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(Thanks to the boss of "Wu Mi Financial Man" for the reward of [-] coins, and thanks to the boss of "Addition and Subtraction" for the reward.)
(End of this chapter)