Harry Potter: I'm the Rolling King at Hogwarts

As Christmas approaches, the weather becomes increasingly cold, and the grass outside the castle is covered with thick frost, but Professor Sprout's greenhouse survives.

Professor Sprout was talking about the knowledge about devil's net. In her hand, a black devil's net was tangled up in a circle. Albert's eyes were dull and dull. Finally, no one competed with Hermione. Now to answer the question.

The saddest thing was the Potions class. Snape's greasy black hair was disheveled. When he lowered his head and taunted Albert, a few small pieces fell into the potion that Albert was brewing.

Then the cauldron boiled and almost exploded, and as expected, the potion turned into a pot of paste.

Snape smiled evilly and whispered: "You should really go to Madam Pomfrey to see if there is anything wrong with your brain.

And your partner Hermione, why not remind Mr. Klein?Because of your indifference, 2 points will be deducted from Gryffindor! "

He turned to look at Ron and Harry on the side, and whispered: "What are you looking at? So are you. I think you should drink all the bad potions you brewed."

Albert endured it and thought to himself: If you are unkind, don’t blame me for being unjust!

A strange light flashed in his eyes, and a plan was born in his mind.

In the History of Magic class, Professor Binns was telling the story of the goblin rebellion on top of the podium without any change in his tone. Albert was catching up on his sleep below. If he hadn't known that there was a History of Magic class today, he wouldn't have dared to talk to him last night. The Weasley brothers went out too late.

Fortunately, a lesson on the history of magic restored his energy.

Albert really didn't know what he would do without Professor Binns. Where did he get such good sleep quality?

In the Transfiguration class, Professor McGonagall gave everyone a lot of homework, requiring them to complete it all during the Christmas period. He also handed out a Christmas detention list, but Albert thought about it and filled in his name.

After class, Professor McGonagall asked Albert: "Have you read the paper I gave you?" Although she asked this, she had no hope at all. Even the seventh-grade graduating class still had a lot of people for that paper. can't read.

No matter how smart Albert is, he can't be better than a seventh-grade student.

"Almost, just a little bit." Albert gestured, just for a moment.

Hearing Albert's words, Mag was slightly surprised and said: "Really? Then I hope you can join my Transfiguration Club soon. No newcomer has come in for several years.

Oh, by the way, Professor Flitwick asked you to go to the auditorium to help. He has been busy decorating the auditorium recently, which made him very anxious. "

Albert nodded, and when he arrived at the auditorium, he was shocked by the scene in front of him.

The auditorium looked beautiful and spectacular.The walls were covered with hanging ribbons of holly and mistletoe, and a dozen towering Christmas trees were erected throughout the room. Some of the trees were hung with shiny icicles, and some were lit with hundreds of candles.

Professor Flitwick used his wand to direct a few small decorations to place them on the Christmas tree. When he saw Albert coming, he happily said in his high voice:

"Albert, you are finally here. I just need your help. See these red bow ties? Dumbledore asked me to hang them all on the tree. Hagrid moved too many fir trees.

You know, I was surprised when I saw your floating spell paper last time. In fact, you don’t have to write so much. Many students in the seventh grade advanced class cannot do this. After all, it is a waste of time.

You should spread your energy appropriately, rather than just learning spells. "

Albert's words were stuck in his throat. He wanted to say that it didn't take much time, but in the blink of an eye, he thought, if he told it, would the professor think that the homework assignment was a little short?

Forget it, not every little wizard is named Albert.

The real king of rolls does not aim to roll others to death!

The two chatted while casting spells. After a while, Flitwick said that some people in their college wanted to stay in school, and he had to arrange evening self-study time, so he left first.

After a while, Hermione, Harry, and Ron also arrived in the auditorium hall. The considerate Hermione helped Albert decorate the auditorium, which reduced Albert's workload a lot.

While Albert used the levitating spell to get the red ties stuck in the tree one by one, Malfoy came over menacingly with his two followers.

He had learned a lot of spells during this period, and he always felt that he could beat Albert up, just like Albert did to him on the train.

"You mudblood, let me show you how powerful I am, and I'll make a mistake!" Malfoy said arrogantly.

"The curse stops!" Albert waved his magic wand and easily made the black snake disappear.

He glanced sideways at Malfoy, as if to say "That's it"?

The battle still didn't start, Malfoy got cold feet, this was Hogwarts, and points would be deducted for fighting. If it was because of him that he couldn't win the Academy Cup in the end, he couldn't imagine what the consequences would be.

Ron curled his lips and whispered: "What a coward. The Malfoys are all like this."

After that, he continued to teach Harry how to play wizard chess, just as Albert and Hermione had finished their work and came over.

Hermione took a few people to the library together, saying that she was looking for information about Nick Flamel. They searched back and forth several times, but couldn't find any clues.

"You'd better look for it over the Christmas holidays," Hermione said.

But Harry and Ron didn't want to do it anymore, "But we've searched everywhere and there's no news about Nick Flamel."

Hermione pulled the suitcase, which she had packed a few days ago, "You forgot one place, and that is the restricted area. We have never been there."

Obey the law and obey the law!

She turned to Albert and said, "Do you really want to stay in school? My parents also said they would take you to my house for Christmas."

Albert shook his head. He had a big job to do during the Christmas vacation.

For example, "Harry, could you give me a dozen of that shampoo you invented?"

Albert only said it was because his hair had been a little greasy recently, and he thought that the Potter family's shampoo might work wonders.

Although the copyright no longer belongs to Harry, there is still no problem in letting him buy a few bottles of shampoo.

Harry was stunned for a moment and said, "I have a few bottles in my dormitory. I can give them to you now." After saying that, he ran back to the dormitory to get the shampoo without looking back, with Albert following behind.

Mainly because Harry was so badly abused by Ron that he never won a single game of chess. Now Ron was left standing at the table shouting, "Who can come and play wizard chess with me?"

…………

At midnight, Albert climbed out of bed.

Banban is still sleeping soundly, so I won’t torture him this time.

He borrowed the Marauder's Map from the Weasley brothers early, took the shampoo given by Potter, and set out for the Owlery.

No trouble for Ahri, he found a school public owl, fed it a few nuts, and stranded its somewhat messy feathers.

Tie Porter shampoo to its feet, he thoughtfully performed a "Quick Shrink", and stuffed an envelope with the following words:

To Dear Professor Snape:

I am honored to be your student. I often see you forget to wash your own hair in order to teach. I specially selected the shampoo invented by the Porter family for you. I hope it will be of some help to your hair.

Sincerely, a student who loves you

Albert himself was moved, and so must Snape!

Through an intermediary, the son of the woman I deeply loved gave me the gift I needed most on Christmas Eve. It was really "well-intentioned"!