Harry Potter: I'm the Rolling King at Hogwarts

This was a kind of black magic that Albert had never seen before. A black light shot towards Albert and hit his back.

"Prick, prick, prick," the sound of his clothes being corroded came, and soon it came into contact with Albert's back. Once in contact, the black light began to erode Albert's skin.

"Humph--"

Albert groaned, endured the severe pain, and used all his strength to hit the killing curse, successfully killing the male wizard who dared to sneak attack.

There was no time to look back, so he immediately used Phantom Movement to leave Knockturn Alley.

If you have to go back and kill the old witch, it's not impossible, but other dark wizards who are still watching may join in. Albert is already injured. If there are more one-on-one like this, the boat might capsize in the gutter.

The area on the back where the Corrosion Curse hit was not large, but the damage was so severe that the bones were almost visible.

Albert took a breath, that place had lost consciousness, the tissue was necrotic, and there was still a faint black light flowing above it.

"Damn old witch, if I meet you again in the future, I will definitely not get you as well!"

He took out the Phoenix Tears from the suitcase and asked Sander to pour it little by little with his claws. A few drops of Phoenix Tears fell on the wound, and a burst of black smoke suddenly appeared. This was the remnant of black magic. If it was not removed, Albert's The wound cannot be healed.

As expected of the tears of the phoenix, the effect was immediate. The black color of the wound quickly faded and began to heal slowly. Albert applied some fresh blood on it to help the wound heal faster.

"They are all emperor-level birds, why are your tears useless?" The wound on Albert's back felt cool and was healing quickly. He squinted his eyes slightly and complained.

As soon as Sander heard this, he was filled with self-blame and dissatisfaction. He blamed himself for failing to help Albert and causing him to be seriously injured.

But I'm very dissatisfied. Since you want a phoenix so much, why didn't you find a phoenix as a partner in the first place?

It flapped its wings violently, with a little bit of blood talent, and the strong wind suddenly rose, almost knocking Albert over to the ground.

Originally, after the blood contract, Albert had some of the Thunderbird's ability to predict danger, but things have been going so smoothly recently. After all, even bombing a school can get bonus points. Under such circumstances, Albert himself has ignored that trace. Flustered.

Now Albert remembered his lesson. When fighting in groups in the future, no matter what the strength gap is, he must first put on the Iron Armor Curse. It is always right to put on a layer of tortoise shell.

After releasing the transformation spell and returning to his original appearance, Albert looked around.

This is the northern part of Hogsmeade. It is a mountainous forest, but it is not the Forbidden Forest. The nearest part of the Forbidden Forest is still several kilometers away from here.

Albert did not let Sander return the suitcase, but let him fly outside for a while. Sander was very frustrated after waiting in the suitcase for a long time.

After applying the Imperius Curse to the two little bats, Albert closed the suitcase, drank a sip of the height-enhancing potion, pinched his face with transfiguration, changed himself into a suit of clothes, and walked slowly towards Hogsmeade. .

According to the information Aberforth provided him, a house in the southwest corner of Hogsmeade was recently for sale. The owner was a gambler who lost all his money and was now trying to sell the house to get some money to pay off his debts.

Albert felt very strange. Are there any entertainment projects such as poker and mahjong in the wizarding world?

In fact, there is no, but gamblers are the kind of people who can bet on anything. Gambling is an addiction. Maybe today you bet on what color dress Ms. Rosmerta will wear, and tomorrow you bet on what policies Secretary Fudge will issue.

Albert finally walked to the place where he found a house that looked quite normal, neither particularly gorgeous nor dilapidated.

It looks like it has two floors on the outside, and a basement underground.

Albert is quite satisfied with this house. The first floor can be used as a living room and study, and the second floor can be used as a bedroom. The spare room can also be used to store some things. The gold galleons in the suitcase are almost overflowing. Maybe this is Happy troubles.

He would never put all his money in Gringotts, he had a natural aversion to those chameleons.

The basement of the house can be stocked with potion ingredients and then converted into a laboratory for brewing potions. Then go to the Room of Requirement in Hogwarts and bring two magic dolls from the place where you practice spells. You can also do it at home. Practice magic wantonly.

Albert came closer and tore off the notice on the house for sale at the door. The homeowner immediately sensed it and phantomed in front of Albert.

This was a drunken drunkard, holding a large bottle of high-purity brandy in his hand. As soon as he opened his mouth, a strong smell of alcohol spread to Albert.

In his current state, Albert would never dare to use Apparition. When he was so drunk, his consciousness might be blurred. If he continued to Apparate, he would be risking his own life.

"You want to buy a house here?"

Seeing Albert nod, the drunkard stretched out five fingers and said in a rough voice: "500 gold galleons, as long as 500 gold galleons, you can get this house."

In this place, close to Hogwarts, a room in the school district, 500 gold galleons, is considered a fair price, even if it is a little expensive, Albert can accept it.

"Okay, here is 500 gold galleons. Sign a contract with me. You can't go back on it later." A cloth bag appeared in Albert's hand. He was afraid of long nights and dreams, and wanted to solve it quickly.

The purpose of signing the contract is to prevent the drunkard from changing his mind. Who knows what the gambler is thinking.

The drunkard hesitated for a while, but still chose to sign the contract. The 500 gold galleons was too tempting for him, and he could not resist the temptation.

Once the money and goods are cleared, the two parties are no longer allowed to entangle. There is only one penalty for violating the contract, and that is death.

A mysterious red circle is wrapped around the drunkard's neck and disappears. If he wants to do something bad to Albert, the red circle will appear again and strangle his neck.

The drunkard looked happy while holding the 500 Galleons, and a phantom disappeared, but this was none of Albert's business.

When I opened the door, a burst of dust hit my face. It seemed that no one had lived here for a while.

Albert spent more than an hour taking care of the house, cleaning up all the dust, and using the disappearing spell to disappear the unused debris. With his level 5 transformation skill, he could easily use the disappearing spell to catch it.

It was now lunch time. Albert made himself a large bottle of vitality potion. Two sips were enough to satisfy his hunger.

From now on, he will start to practice brewing potions and try to modify the previous formula to make potions with better effects.

Everyone else is celebrating Christmas and playing, but not Albert. He wants to study quietly and then amaze everyone.