The Plane Merchant of Hogwarts

The advantage of owning a high-quality broomstick came to light at this time. Rolf easily stood out from the many young wizards with his relatively skilled broomstick technology and the Nimbus 2000, which had far superior performance to others.

"That's great, Rolf, well done!" When Rolf flew back to the Quidditch pitch, Cedric ran over excitedly, as excited as if he had won.

"If you improve your skills, you might be able to fly better. Congratulations on joining the Hufflepuff Quidditch team!" Cedric continued.

At this moment, Rolf received a five-star praise from Han Li:

The shop owner not only solved the hidden dangers in my body, but also gave me a powerful magic pet. After successfully escaping, I kept reflecting, did I ask for too much?

But anyway, thank you to the shop owner for his generosity, and I am looking forward to my next transaction with the shop owner!

"The host has established a long-term trading relationship with the son of the plane and obtained the plane seed. Please pay attention to check it."

Just when Rolf was looking at the five-star review with a look of accustomed expression, the system's mechanical prompt sounded.

Han Li, who seemed to be out of danger, began to be noticed by the world where he lived and received a certain amount of luck.

Rolf, Malfoy and Harry, who had also participated in the selection, walked towards the castle together, only to hear Ron say dejectedly:

"I was the only one who failed to pass the selection, but you all became members of the academy team."

Seeing his low mood, Harry didn't know how to comfort him, but Hermione said: "It's okay, you can go to the library with me to study, otherwise I will be alone."

Ron, who was already in a very low mood, almost burst into tears after hearing Hermione's words.

Why didn't I choose a better broomstick just now?Why didn't I try harder and be better just now?

When Malfoy saw Ron's face flushed from the side, he accidentally laughed out loud. Of course, he was only greeted by Ron's murderous gaze.

Rolf bid farewell to everyone and was about to go back to the Hufflepuff lounge to take a shower and then go out for dinner, but Malfoy, who was walking along the way, tugged on his sleeve.

Rolf followed Malfoy's gesture and looked towards a corner. He saw Professor Lockhart, dressed like a peacock, standing there arguing with someone.

With Rolf's ever-increasing physical fitness, it was not difficult to hear what they were arguing about.

I'm sorry, Professor Lockhart, I didn't mean to eavesdrop on your conversation, Rolf apologized without sincerity in his heart.

"How many times have I told you that your current appearance is really different from what I expected. Can you please stop doing this?" A voice that was not very powerful said weakly.

"Isn't this what you are expecting? Isn't everything I have exactly what you have imagined? Why are you saying this now?"

Lockhart tried to keep his voice low, but his anger was evident in his tone.

"What are they talking about?" Malfoy saw a puzzled look on Rolf's face, quietly approached him, and asked in a low voice.

But before Rolf could answer, Lockhart turned around and shouted with his wand pointing this way: "Who is there?"

Rolf did not dare to delay any longer, so he quickly took out the invisibility cloak and put it on himself and Malfoy, causing their two figures to disappear in front of Professor Lockhart who was getting closer.

"Lockhart, no! Don't do this again, please!" A sorcerer in plain clothes and a timid expression stepped forward, trying to stop Lockhart and continue to persuade him.

But Lockhart didn't show what he thought was a charming smile. Instead, he shook off the outstretched, thin-looking hand.

"Go away, this is Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. As a professor, I don't welcome you here. Please leave immediately." Lockhart said coldly.

Then after searching everywhere to no avail, he took back his wand angrily and left here alone.

The witch squatted on the ground and cried, but Rolf and Malfoy didn't want to cause trouble for themselves, so they left very wisely and did not come forward to comfort or anything.

"What did they just say?" Malfoy asked curiously again.

"As you heard, the witch advised Lockhart not to do this again. It seems that not all witches are Lockhart's crazy fans. There are still many sane people."

Rolf scratched his chin with his hand and said casually.

Malfoy was still very curious about the relationship between the witch and Lockhart, but Rolf had no intention of accompanying him to continue exploring.

Because the elves in the workshop system have successfully cooked medicinal porridge to treat the centaurs tribe's strange diseases.

"You go back to the lounge first. I also need to take a shower quickly. Quidditch is really not a relaxing and comfortable sport." Rolf didn't look back and quickly got rid of Malfoy, who was still gossiping.

As Malfoy walked towards the Slytherin lounge, he took out his Owl Notebook and wrote in the group chat:

A noble dragon: You don't know what Rolf and I saw, it was so surprising!

Has Hermione studied today: What's wrong?Say it quickly, don't be shy!

A noble dragon: Well...that's it, Rolf and I...

But just when Malfoy was about to describe the origin, development, process, and results of the whole thing in great detail, Ron interrupted him violently.

Did Ron eat chicken drumsticks today? Stop inking and talk about the key points!

Rolf ignored the notebooks in the warehouse that were constantly vibrating, because he and Hagrid were walking towards the settlement of the centaurs tribe, holding in his hand the suitcase that he had just taken from the lounge and was preparing to use it as a cover.

"Rolf, have you really found a way to solve the strange disease of the Centaur tribe? Their temper seems to have been consumed by pain recently. If you don't have a foolproof way, I advise you not to go." Hagrid was very happy. He said worriedly.

On the one hand, he felt that Rolf was only 12 years old and still a child, and he was afraid that he did not know the seriousness of the matter.

But on the other hand, as Rolf said, he was enlightened by "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them" and believes that his knowledge of magical beasts is far beyond his own.

If he could really rescue those annoying centaurs who were always reluctant to talk, Hagrid would be very happy. At least he would be able to find someone to talk to the next time he patrolled the Forbidden Forest.

"Okay, Hagrid, believe me, okay? This is the fourth time you've asked me the same question." Sure enough, human nature is a repeater, and Rolf was finally made lose it by Hagrid's tireless questioning. patience.