The Plane Merchant of Hogwarts

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"And Weasley, why did you bring your big rat to class again?"

Professor Snape really tried his best to deduct points from Gryffindor, and from time to time his eyes glanced at Rolf who was sitting in Hufflepuff.

It seemed that Rolf didn't provide him with a chance to deduct points, which made him quite unhappy.

Rolf suddenly seemed to have thought of a way to break Snape's gaze, and said quickly, "Professor, how about we make a bet on Harley wearing women's clothing for a month?"

After saying that, Rolf winked at Professor Snape.Snape understood immediately and said with a smile:

"Of course, Mr. Scamander, what are you going to bet with me?"

Ron secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that his poor Scabbers was going to be ravaged by the devil Snape again. Oh, my poor Scabbers, please thank Rolf.

"Let's bet that the medicine you taught us has side effects. How about the medicine about Animagus." That's right, Rolf had a plan to kill three birds with one stone.

One bird is Snape's unlimited supply of age elixir, one bird is Snape's amiable mode for a month, and the other bird is to eliminate the hidden danger of Scabbers.

After all, he was always not reassuring when he was around Harry, and speaking of it, he was also an accomplice in Cedric's death.

Harry immediately became unhappy when he heard that Rolf actually wanted to bet his own women's clothing.

But when he heard that he was betting on his teaching achievements with Snape, he immediately shut up. After all, he still wanted to see Snape embarrassed.

Snape was still arrogantly dreaming about being able to spend a month with Harry, but after hearing Rolf's words, he was immediately unhappy.

"How could you possibly be questioning the professional quality of a potions master?" After speaking, he picked up the big rat in front of him.

Then he poured the potion he took out from nowhere, as if he wanted to let them know that I, Snape, am the Potion Master without a doubt.

Then while filling the medicine, he said: "If my medicine has no side effects, Harry will wear women's clothing for a month."

But if it's like what you said, I will allow you not to come to my class for a month." Snape said angrily.

Ron was shocked when he saw it. Wait, what did Snape just do? What did he do to my Scabbers?

"No" Ron let out a heartbreaking cry, and then stood up immediately, "Give me back Scabbers"

But before Ron could succeed, Scabbers suddenly hung in the air automatically, and the whole class watched its little black body twisting wildly.

Harry was excited. Oh my God, I won't have to attend Potions class in the next month.

Ron yelled: "What's wrong with you, Banbanbanban?" and then cried out loud.

I saw the big mouse fall down and land on the floor of the classroom, followed by another dazzling flash, and then

A head magically appeared on the ground, and then his limbs stretched out. After a while, a man stood where Banban was just now, wringing his hands in fear.

The classroom exploded instantly, and Professor Snape looked at the scene in front of him in surprise, and couldn't help asking three questions in his soul: Who am I, where am I, and what am I doing?

This man was very short, not much taller than the little wizards in the room. He had thin light-colored hair, unkempt, and a large bald patch on the top of his head. He looked a bit like a kappa in Japanese mythology.

He looks like an obese person who has lost a lot of weight in a short period of time due to illness or some other reason.

His skin looked dirty, almost like his fur when he was Scabbers, and his pointy nose and watery little eyes still had the characteristics of a mouse.

He looked at everyone, his breathing was a little quick and weak.

"You, you are Peter." Professor Snape forgot what to say for a moment, and could only tell from the way he was hesitating that he had received a hundred million critical hits.

Peter Pettigrew's voice was also high-pitched, and he raised his hands awkwardly, as if he wanted to say hello to Snape.

His eyes quickly glanced towards the door again: "Hello, Snape, we haven't seen you for a long time."

"Professor, catch him quickly, he's going to run away," Rolf immediately reminded Snape, who was still in a daze. He didn't seem to understand the current situation.

He immediately contacted Professor Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall on the Owl Magic Watch and informed them that there was some minor situation in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Professor Snape's eyes widened in surprise. He was still holding the small potion bottle in his hand. After getting Rolf's prompt, his other hand reflexively cast a petrification spell.

The man, who was like a cabbage caterpillar, twisting and turning as if trying to transform into a mouse again, was fixed there, maintaining a splitting motion.

At this moment, the bell finally rang. Snape didn't seem to have recovered yet, but he still remembered that he should leave some homework for the little wizards in this class.

“Each of you write a paper and give it to me on how to identify and kill werewolves.

This topic should be written on two pieces of parchment and handed in on Monday morning.Someone should take charge of this class. "

Even now, he still hasn't forgotten to arrange Professor Lupin's affairs. This Snape is really very vindictive.

After hearing this, the little wizards quickly started to pack up their books, and then left the classroom together as if they were running away.

Of course, on the Magic Watch social network, little wizards are enthusiastically passing on the video that someone just took.

Not long after, Professor McGonagall ran in, followed by a serious-looking Professor Dumbledore.

"What is going on?" Professor McGonagall stared blankly at the sculpture standing in front of her, and was so surprised that she was speechless.

Professor Dumbledore took out his wand, cast a levitating spell, and then said, "Come to my office and talk."

Ron seemed to have just come back to his senses. The mouth that he had not had time to close because of his crying now seemed to be dislocated and could not be closed.

He dragged his chin with one hand and tried his best to return it to its original position. He quickly caught up with Professor Dumbledore and kept saying "Abba, Ababa".

Although I couldn't tell what he was saying, looking at his anxious look, it must be something very important.

"Mr. Weasley, what's going on now?" Dumbledore couldn't wait to ask as soon as he entered the school, and helped him treat him.

"I'm sorry, Professor, I don't know. This was given to me by my brother. He has been in our house for 12 years and we have always regarded it as an ordinary mouse."

Hermione asked curiously: "Isn't this supposed to be a dead hero? Why is he here?"

Rolf stood up at this time and said: "Professors, I think we should find Mr. Black now. I believe he can explain these things to us."

Hearing his words, Dumbledore also hesitated. After all, he had personally experienced the incident, and he knew exactly what happened.

He once tried to save Sirius, but he didn't say a word in the Wizengamot court, allowing the Ministry of Magic to send him directly to Azkaban.

Dumbledore suddenly became excited, and he asked, "Is there any problem with Old Deng's vision? How could he see the wrong person?" Now it seems that there seems to be some hidden secret in this.

If your vision is okay, if your vision is okay, you will sign a blood curse with Grindelwald

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