The Plane Merchant of Hogwarts

Rolf felt that he was seriously lacking in energy now, and even had some signs of schizophrenia.

It was completely different from his imagination of having a 27-hour life experience in a day, because in those extra three hours, Rolf felt completely insane.

He had been suffering from insomnia for several days, and his biological clock was disrupted into chaos. His professors deducted marks in various ways every day because he couldn't resist the urge to sleep in class.

It's hard to imagine how Hermione in third grade could travel through so many time cracks?Sure enough, for people like Hermione, learning is as interesting as playing?

Rolf felt that it was time for him to climb to the eighth floor and start looking for the Ravenclaw Diadem. He thought that after getting the diadem, his symptoms might be alleviated?

During Potions class that day, he took out his Owl Notebook, planning to ask Cedric for leave and skip half of Quidditch practice.

But what he didn't know was that a big bat was standing behind him, watching his every move.

Just as Rolf was holding a quill and writing on it, a quill suddenly appeared, and he wrote next to Rolf's quill:

Ten points for Hufflepuff!

Rolf looked at the quill that suddenly appeared, and suddenly felt an eerie breath coming from the back of his neck. At this time, Professor Snape spoke:

"Mr. Scamander, I originally thought that you sleeping in my class would already make me very angry, but I didn't expect that you would do something that would make me even more angry.

Oh, there are too many. The ten points just now were deducted from Cedric, and you will deduct 20 points from your college! "

Rolf was trembling for the rest of the time as he made the potion, while the owl notebook on one side was trembling continuously, as if he was stimulated like his owner.

Rolf looked awkwardly at Professor Snape who had been standing next to him. He secretly complained in his heart, couldn't Cedric be smarter?Why are you bringing someone who keeps making life-threatening serial calls?

Finally, Rolf made it to the end of get out of class. After replying to Cedric on his notebook, he found a deserted place, quickly put on his invisibility cloak, and ran up to the eighth floor.

For people like Rolf who exercise regularly, the phrase in the Gaizhonggai advertisement, "It's effortless to get up to the eighth floor in one breath," is really not that strenuous.

He walked up to the tapestry. Behind the wall was the Room of Requirement, waiting to do the bidding of the one who entered it.

I need that hiding place, Rolf thought quickly in his mind, and when he ran past for the third time, the door appeared.

As soon as he crossed the threshold, he immediately closed the door, fearing that others would discover his traces.

The room was about the size of a church, and the surrounding scenery looked like a city. Those high walls were made up of thousands of things hidden by students who were no longer alive.

Rolf saw a specimen of a giant monster standing at the door, watching Rolf pass by like a patron saint.

But when Rolf walked over, he felt itchy and kept the giant monster specimen in the warehouse. Who might be interested in it in the future?

After the giant monster specimen disappeared, the space it vacated was once again filled with the garbage next to it, leaving him with no where to start.

Rolf scanned the whole room hesitantly, looking at the small passages between the garbage piles. He didn't know where to find the crown.

"Flying crown!" Rolf waved his wand, ready to try the flying spell, but nothing flew towards him.

He had actually predicted this result a long time ago, because when using the Flying Curse, you must know the specific location of the casting object, but in the face of these garbage, Rolf could not locate it specifically.

Rolf's footsteps echoed in the empty room. He shuttled between the mountains of garbage, rummaging through them, hoping to gain something.

Bottles, hats, boxes, chairs, books, weapons, brooms, bats, he really couldn't understand why the seniors at Hogwarts hid these useless things here?

Rolf walked deeper and deeper into the maze of garbage, searching for anything that could be seen in this room, and the sound of his own suffocated breathing sounded in his ears.

It wasn't that he was suffocating due to too much exercise, but these old things were covered with thick dust, and every time Rolf lifted something up, he would bring up a cloud of dust.

He could only constantly control himself to breathe as little as possible to prevent the dust from being sucked into his respiratory tract.

Suddenly, his eyes were attracted by something: it was an old cabinet with a blistered surface, and on the top of the cabinet was a bust of a wizard covered in pits.

On the head of the bust, there is a dusty old hairband and an old faded crown-like thing.

Rolf wanted to get close to the statue, but the road ahead was blocked by a large pile of garbage. Before he could get there to make the sculpture, he had to cross a mountain of garbage.

Rolf walked over slowly, one step at a time, one step at a time, and with each step he took, a lot of debris would fly back under his step.

The power of time was vividly demonstrated at this time, and every time the debris was wiped out, Rolf would be tilted by the suddenly vacated space.

He misses his broomstick very much now. Since he destroyed a Nimbus 2000 during the Quidditch match, he has never bought a new one.

It wasn't that Rolf didn't want to buy it and couldn't afford the gold galleons, but that he was going to modify it himself.

He no longer has much interest in the very primitive flying broomstick. Not only does it require the attention of its predecessor to control, but its speed is also far from Rolf's requirements.

He stood on the top of the mountain of garbage and successfully grabbed the crown with his hand. He could only see the small words engraved on it: Extraordinary intelligence is the greatest treasure of mankind.

It was really the Crown of Ravenclyde. Rolf originally wanted to take it directly to the capital to try, but firstly it was too dirty, and because he was afraid of being controlled by a Horcrux, he resisted the idea.

He summoned Thomas on the garbage mountain, and Thomas, who was out of place here, frowned and flew into the air with his wings waving as soon as he appeared.

"What's going on here? Why is it so dirty?" Thomas's disgust was unabashed, and even Rolf also disliked him.

"Emm, I need you to help me purify the soul from this Horcrux..." Before Rolf could finish speaking, the unicorn had already interrupted Rolf with his actions.

He passed his horn through the middle of the crown, and then shook his horn. Gradually, a blood-like, black and sticky substance seemed to be seeping out of the crown.

They did not drip onto the ground like water, but gradually gathered into a piece of soul fragments, but its strange color made Rolf shudder.

Fortunately, the dark and sticky color didn't last long before it was enveloped by the white light emitted by the unicorn, and then a burst of black smoke came out from it.

Rolf vaguely heard an extremely faint scream of pain, but he couldn't tell whether it was his hallucination.