The Plane Merchant of Hogwarts

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Rolf recently built a small house in the training space. After all, he found that the passage of time in the training space is really convenient.

As for how the house came to be and where the raw materials came from, please tell me. This is a magical world, and the magic of the house elves is not built.

And now he was leaning back leisurely on his pillow, opening a leather-bound book called A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot.

It was painful for him to read the large sections of text in the book, but he had to force himself to read on, and from time to time he moved the tip of his pencil from top to bottom on the page.

Because he was looking for material to help him write his thesis, a completely pointless discussion paper on the practice of burning witches in the fourteenth century.

In the Middle Ages, Muggles were particularly afraid of magic, but they were not good at identifying magic.

Occasionally they did catch a wizard or witch, but on such occasions the burning had little effect.

When being burned, a wizard or witch would cast a basic magic that freezes the flames, enjoying the mild tickling pleasure produced by the flames while pretending to scream in pain.

Wendelin the Soothsayer loved being burned, and allowed himself to be caught in various disguises as many as 47 times.

Rolf muttered quietly, but he was thinking in his heart, it was indeed the peaceful times that saved me. I thought those shit eaters were perverted enough, but I didn’t expect that people in the past were even more perverted.

Amidst Rolf's muttering, he finished writing about Wendelin, stopped writing, and leaned on the pillow to think.

Is Harry having a birthday soon? He hates birthdays the most. In the past, just sending a red envelope was fine, but now he has to think hard about what gift to give.

Why don't you give Harry pets all the time? After all, your home is a magical zoo. But Harry already has Hedwig, so he won't be allowed to take any more pets.

And his Uncle Vernon would never help Harry raise a pet.

He has a headache. It’s too difficult. Why not give him an Owl phone to save trouble?

Rolf took out a piece of magic stone, and then carved a spirit gathering array, a shadow transmission array, and a communication array on it, and then connected them with the magic mirror, and a brand new mobile phone was made.

As for the promotion method, Rolf planned to imitate Penguin, relying on overwhelming advertisements and Landlords to get started.

He imitated the advertising case in his previous life and bought an advertising page in the Daily Prophet for a week, and then unveiled a little bit every day to attract the attention of wizards.

As for how Doudizhu works on Noctua mobile phones, it relies on the group chat function. A four-person chat room is established by Magic Mirror, and then the image is transmitted to simulate the style of dealing and playing cards.

Although Rolf is currently unable to implement more functions, he feels that Landlords alone can bring different waves to the peaceful wizarding world.

After refining it, he called his owl, sent it to Harry, and wrote a greeting card:

I wish Harry a happy birthday. I got a few upgraded versions of Owl Notebook. I will give you one to try out in advance. Please keep it confidential.

Not long after, Rolf took out his Owl phone and wrote in the group chat:

The most handsome cub on the Quidditch field: Rolf, how do I use the upgraded version of the Owl Notebook you gave me?

Well, he will never understand what I said. I even told him to keep it a secret.

Immediately afterwards, Malfoy wrote below: Why didn’t I see the upgraded version of Owl Notebook in the Magic Ink Stationery Store?

Harry: Rolf said it was an early access version. Wait, I’m sorry Rolf, I sent it to the wrong group.

Rolf: It’s okay, I’ll keep smiling

The renovation of the crayfish shop in Diagon Alley is also coming to an end. After he asked the house elves to cook a sumptuous crayfish dinner for the bosses, everyone was impressed by the deliciousness of the crayfish. .

He planned to open a crayfish shop in the Muggle world, but since he was not yet an adult in the Muggle world, he could only find an agent to help manage it.

This is also thanks to the three ancient coins that Wang Si brought to him, otherwise he would not be able to spend money so lavishly. The life of a rich person is just right.

It just happened to mobilize the vast number of British Muggles to catch crayfish together. I earn at a low price and sell at a high price. Isn’t it a pleasure?

As for his solution to the overflow of crayfish, it is also very simple, that is, cook them all. He does not believe that the crayfish can still overflow after they are cooked.

Anyway, my warehouse has the function of stopping time, and it will not break down no matter how long it is left in it.

After everything is done, I naturally have to take a vacation for myself. After all, it is about to open for business, so I guess I will still be busy.

"The public must be aware that Blake is armed and extremely dangerous. We have set up a hotline and anyone with information about Blake's presence must report it immediately."

Rolf was sitting leisurely at the dining table, eating fruit that Tina had carefully peeled, but some attention-grabbing information came from the magic radio on the side.

"What was on TV just now?" Grandma Tina, who was using magic to wash the dishes in the kitchen, suddenly came out with a wooden shovel and asked Rolf anxiously, wanting to confirm the news she had just heard. True or false.

"The Minister of Agriculture and Fisheries will announce today" But by the time Tina wanted to listen carefully, the news was obviously over.

Rolf, who was eating fruit at the dining table, was slightly confused. What happened just now? Why was grandma so excited?

"Did you just say that Blake was there? Did they find out where he was?" Tina turned around nervously and asked.

"No, no," Rolfnu recalled. He should be in Little Whinging now, but he couldn't say it directly.

"Oh my God, that murderous maniac actually ran out again." Tina was a little panicked, thinking that she had seen Sirius kill people with her own eyes.

"Newt Newt" saw grandma dropping the wooden shovel anxiously and hurried back to her room to discuss the news she just heard with her grandpa.

She was probably praying secretly in her heart that this Blake would never be the same person as she imagined.

ps: I thought I was going to start quarantine, but nothing happened after I got off the plane hahaha.

I spent a day flying today. I got up at 6 a.m. and didn't get home until [-] p.m., so this photo is a bit rushed.

Some people ask why I don’t write on the plane because I use a pad Bluetooth keyboard and I get computer sickness, so it’s very inconvenient.

Sorry everyone, I forgive you.

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