Harry Potter: I'm the Rolling King at Hogwarts

"What?" The handwriting in the diary seemed messy and disorderly.

Tom Riddle in the diary was in a mess. He couldn't accept hearing that his future self was so miserable, but he couldn't clearly say that he was Voldemort, so he had to cover up his shock with silence.

It turns out that Voldemort's reputation in Slytherin has deteriorated to this point?

Even the people in Slytherin House don’t support Voldemort?No, I absolutely cannot tell anyone that I am Voldemort.

With a wicked smile on his lips, Albert continued to write: "Yes, he has undergone several dangerous magical transformations. Not only has his nose been lost, but his hair and eyebrows have also been lost!"

Tom's heart was full of mixed emotions and he didn't know what to say. He needed some time to digest this desperate news. He could only say that he was tired and needed to rest.

Because of Albert's vigilance, young Tom could not steal any vitality from Albert. He hoped that Albert could give him some vital liquid.

For example, dragon blood and the like, Albert agreed wholeheartedly, but all of this needs to be exchanged. If little Tom can't exchange knowledge by then...

Dragon blood?Don't even think about it.

Give you some ink to fill your stomach!

Albert closed the notebook, put it in the suitcase, and then let Sander lie down on the suitcase to sleep. Despite Tom's ability to confuse people, there was nothing he could do if he couldn't reach the students.

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The next morning at dinner, Sander nestled in Albert's arms. He folded his two pairs of smaller wings and held them tightly against his body so that he would not be recognized.

"Albert, I want to eat this." The little golden wings pointed at a piece of cheese. Hermione saw that it was cute and wanted to touch it, but Sander mercilessly avoided it.

"I don't want to see this woman, she is spraying air at me when she talks..." But as long as he maintains a little sense, Albert will never translate this sentence to Hermione.

When it was time for the postman to deliver the letter, hundreds of owls were hovering over the long table. Fortunately, they had strict discipline. In principle, they were not allowed to eat before delivering the letter, so that they would not be receiving the letter while delivering it. Marks are left on people's heads.

The owl dropped the letter and package into the talking crowd. Albert caught a small cloth package with a letter stuck on it with a binding spell.

It was sent to Albert by Newt Scamander, thanking him for his help in the United States. This honest Hufflepuff senior returned the promised gold galleons to Albert.

At that time, the bar owner James Lion opened his mouth, Albert came to the rescue, and Newt promised to pay back the money.

A large, bulging package fell on Neville's head, and then one after another, the big gray ones fell into Hermione's jug. Milk and feathers immediately splashed all over Harry and Ron.

As for Albert and Hermione... Albert reacted in time just now and quickly released a barrier spell to block everything.

Sander stretched his neck and saw the fat Scottish round-faced chicken that had fallen over on the table. He covered his bird's eyes with his wings, turned his head, shook it, and sighed.

"Alas! He is really an embarrassment to our Eagle clan. I suggest that he be expelled from the Eagle family."

"Errol!" shouted Ron, pulling the wet owl out by its talons.Errol slumped on the table, his legs stretched in the air, and a wet red envelope in his mouth.

"Oh, no -" Ron cried out.

"It's okay, it's alive," Hermione said, gently poking Errol with her fingertips.

"No - it's that one." Ron pointed at the red envelope with a constipated expression on his face. He felt happy driving yesterday, but now Ron is about to face the punishment of fate.

"My mum sent me a howler letter," Ron said weakly.

"You'd better open it, Ron," Neville whispered shyly. "It's even worse if you don't. Granny sent it to me once and I ignored it and -" he took a breath, "it was terrible. ."

Harry wanted to ask what the red envelope was, but Ron had no idea. He poked the howler letter with his broken wand.

The corners of the envelope were already starting to smoke, and there was not much time left. "Open it quickly," Neville urged. "There are only a few minutes..."

Ron had no choice. With trembling hands, he carefully took the envelope from Errol's mouth and tore it open.

Ron must choose to open it, and if he ignores it, the howler letter will explode and the sound will be louder than when it is opened normally.

Neville blocked his ears with his fingers. A loud noise filled the auditorium and shook the dust from the ceiling.

Fortunately, Albert cast the ear-blocking spell on himself and Sander, so they could avoid the torture of this sound.

"...Steal the car, and if they fire you, I won't be surprised at all, see how I clean up you. You probably haven't thought about how your dad and I were feeling when we found out that the car was gone. …”

The loud sound immediately attracted the attention of the entire auditorium. Everyone wanted to know who had received the roaring letter. Anyway, they were just watching the fun, and there were onlookers from every country.

Your father almost died of shame when he received Dumbledore's letter last night.We worked hard to bring you up, but we never thought you would do something like this. You and Harry almost lost their lives..."

"...It's so irritating. Your father will be scrutinized at work. It's all your fault. If you don't follow the rules again, we'll take you back right away!"

The roar stopped and the red envelope burned automatically until it turned into black ashes. Harry and Ron both sat blankly. Mrs. Weasley's roar may have shaken them badly.

Now everyone in Hogwarts knew that it was Ron who had received the shouting letter, but this was just a novelty, and soon the conversation started again.

Professor McGonagall distributed the class schedule along the table. Albert's first period of the semester was Herbology class. Basically all the students in Hogwarts liked Professor Sprout.

If nothing else, the points given to herbal medicine class deserve this love.

But when Albert arrived at the greenhouse, he saw an unpleasant picture.

Professor Sprout was dusty and his clothes were stained with mud. Gilderoy Lockhart was spotless from head to toe. He wore flowing turquoise robes and a turquoise top hat with gold rims on his shiny blond hair. .

"Oh, hello!" Lockhart shouted to the students with a cheerful face, "I just showed Professor Sprout how to heal the wounds of the Whomping Willow! But I don't want you to think that I am any better in herbalism. She's good at it! I just happened to see a few of these strange plants during my travels..."

If this is indeed the case, then at least Lockhart's clothes will not be as neat and clean as the ones he wears now. Even if there is a magic called "cleaning up," Lockhart's ability cannot be used compared to him.

Albert really couldn't understand Lockhart's mentality. He would do anything to become famous. He dared to say such things in front of Professor Sprout without fear of being exposed.

Fortunately, Professor Sprout has a good temper, otherwise Lockhart would have to lie on the ground for five minutes if he was doing this in front of Snape in private.