Azkaban students at Hogwarts

After coming to this world for so long, Roman still can't accept the strange feeding habits and living habits of wizards.

Early in the morning, the ghouls on the top floor were banging on the pipes.

If it had been any other place, Roman would have raised his wand and given this guy a holiday-limited version of a pure green "throat lock."

But not at the Burrow.

Here, a ghoul is defined as a pet.

This made Roman a little envious of Rolf, who was sleeping soundly at Slughorn's house.

Although he didn't know if Slughorn would convince him to become a member of the Slug Club; at least he would have no shortage of candies and comfortable sleep during this period.

Maybe Rolf should ask Dumbledore for advice on how to hex the pancreas.

Roman got up from Charlie's bed with random thoughts and looked out the window at the small courtyard.

There were trees growing around the base of the walls, overgrown weeds and overgrown turf, and even a pond.

This pure natural style is rare even among wizards.

Not to mention the Muggle items scattered throughout this small room.

With a strange look on his face, he walked around a golf club that Mr. Weasley had stuck on the stairs as a guardrail and came to the kitchen.

Mrs. Weasley was busy in the kitchen, wearing a floral apron with a wand in the pocket.

The pots and pans clinked together, and the sausages and bacon were fragrant and sizzling.

Mr. Weasley and Rolf Scamander were already at the table eating omelettes.

Ron and Ginny might not have gotten up yet, or they might have just gone to wash up.

A harmonious scene in an ordinary wizard family.

and many more……

"Why are you here?" Roman twitched his eyes and looked at Rolf, who looked calm.

"Rolf came this morning. He wanted to visit Lovegood's house." Mr. Weasley pushed Roman's plate over as he spoke, "But he doesn't seem to know the way."

Mrs. Weasley filled his plate with bacon from freshly fried sausages with a kind look on her face, a completely different person from the one she had been when she was chasing Ginny last night.

Before last night, Roman had never imagined that the Prewett brothers who appeared in Dumbledore's memory were actually Mrs. Weasley's biological brothers.

"To be honest, in the past few years, I didn't even know you were still alive..." Her eye circles turned red again.

Roman was at a loss when he saw this scene last night, and he was at a loss this morning as well.

For him, kindness from others is far more difficult to deal with than a curse.

"Molly." Mr. Weasley patted the back of her hand comfortingly.

Roman and Rolf looked at each other and began to eat silently, trying their best to make a clanking sound between their forks and plates.

The Weasleys had no idea that Roman was a criminal.

"If Abner and Melody's child can become a criminal, then put us in Azkaban as Death Eaters." This is what she said to Dumbledore last night.

This is how wizards think, whether they agree with blood theory or not, pro-Muggle or anti-Muggle; but the most essential thing about blood theory has been deeply imprinted in their brains.

Ginny and Ron were still a little afraid of him, but probably due to the influence of their twin brothers and parents, they did not classify Roman as a great villain.

Percy had warned them not to get too close to Roman.

But in this family, model Percy said no, which amounted to "please do this."

While the couple was showing off their affection, Roman raised his eyes and stared at Luo Fe, and asked softly:

"What are you here for? Wandering into this muddy water is not what you should do."

Rolf shook his head in disbelief.

"I just got lost on the way to visit a magazine editor, and it happened that Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were kind enough to take me in for breakfast."

Rove slowly picked up a piece of fried egg with his fork, and showed Roman a colorful magazine with his other hand.

"I watched the latest issue and thought it was interesting."

Roman found his own cartoon avatar printed on it and quickly grabbed the magazine.

On the cover, he was holding Galleons in one hand and a potion bottle in the other, stepping barefoot on a road full of thorns.

There is a large line of words printed on the top of the head——

"Roman Heller, Villain or Victim?" 》

Then he saw, not surprisingly, the name of the magazine—The Quibbler.

"I think he has a unique vision and will definitely be able to help you."

It's hard to tell whether the expression on Luofu's face is sincere, or whether he is just watching the fun and not taking it too seriously.

"Let me go."

Roman was crying, and he felt uncomfortable when he thought that one day the Quibbler would publish an article titled "Roman Heller—The Murderer or the Lead Singer of the Band."

Their plates were replenished and replenished, until two clumps of fiery red hair were dangling in the corner of the stairs, and they were able to pull away.

Mr. Weasley also left the table at the same time. He wanted to go to the carport before going to work.

The shed was filled with Muggle-made items, and he liked to take them apart and enchant them for fun.

Right now, for example, he's tinkering with a Ford Anglia.

"Great car." Roman didn't hesitate to praise him as he walked through the yard.

The study during this period was not enough to make him an alchemist, but it broadened his horizons to a great extent.

He could tell that Mr. Weasley's modification operation was definitely not something ordinary wizards could do.

It's no wonder that if Molly Weasley can kill Bella Trix in an explosive state, how can her husband be a mediocre man?

Mr. Weasley did not hear his voice-over. He slapped the front of the car and muttered:

"When the ministry was replacing new cars, some of the old cars were auctioned, and I bought it at a very cheap price."

His voice softened, because the ministry's behavior of replacing new cars was directly related to the young man in front of him.

Unlike his wife, Mr. Weasley had more information and was more accurate.

But he still chose to trust the boy in front of him.

This was certainly not because there was too much water in his brain, but because Dumbledore had guaranteed it.

But the next second, Mr. Weasley felt that he had been hasty.

He saw the two people in front of him pull out their wands at the same time and cast the Disillusionment Curse. They were so skillful that even some habitual thieves could not cast such a perfect Disappearance Curse.

But Roman and Rolf didn't feel anything was wrong.

Ottery - St. Catchpole Village is a village where Muggles and wizards live together. Appropriate disembodiment spells can avoid a lot of unnecessary troubles.

They said goodbye to Mr. Weasley and set off along the path; although they were traveling together, they had different destinations.

The Burrow is located to the south closer to the village, hidden among hills and trees.

Most Muggles never even noticed there was a house there.

On the other side of the village, as seen from the Burrow, is a beautiful mountain called Stoat Mountain.

Locals know that this rocky mountain is covered with dense weeds and dense rabbit nests.

And the purpose of Roman's trip is exactly here.

He was looking for a place suitable for brewing potions.

As Nico Flamel guessed, Roman's body was in a strange balance and there was no need to continue taking the survival potion for the time being, but Nagini could not leave the potion's care.

According to Roman's judgment, it would need to change the potion at least three times before it could hatch.

Brewing such a bloody potion in the Weasley family is obviously a bit disturbing.

As for Rolf, he still decided to visit Mr. Lovegood.

Roman didn't stop him because there was no harm in having multiple paths.

But Roman himself didn't want to deal with Mr. Lovegood.Because he couldn't trust Mr. Lovegood, and he didn't intend to engage in any kidnapping, threats, or intimidation for a job in "The Quibbler," which had a weak influence.

Roman only cooperates with those who are his staunchest allies or enemies who have the leverage.

Moreover, since you plan to hang out at Hogwarts, of course you must openly obey the policies issued by the boss.

They agreed to meet at the top of Stoat Mountain when they were done.

Roman planned to catch a few rabbits and have a barbecue after inspecting the site, regardless of whether he would get angry from the sausages and barbecues for days.

But when they were about to part ways, Rove suddenly stopped Roman.

"When my grandfather went to Africa, I was not idle either."

He said a little embarrassedly.

"I secretly set out during my vacation to inspect the werewolf's residence in the wetland alone."

"Why, a wise man appeared among them and changed your thinking?" Roman responded half-jokingly.

Somehow, he felt that this trip would have a great impact on Luo Fu.

"No, I'm lost." Luofu replied seriously.

"You have the attribute of a wanderer." Roman frowned, "How can you be a magical biologist in the future?"

"But I understand something." Luofu didn't pay attention to Roman's accusation, but was quite happy.

"So you must read the map carefully when you go out?"

Roman's teasing only elicited a slight smile from Ralf.

Then he suppressed his smile and said solemnly:

"A person often has only one destiny."

"Where have you been?" Roman's pupils shrank undetectably.

"Who knows?"

Luofu raised his hand freely and walked towards a path up the mountain.

Halfway up the mountain, an extremely weird house pointed straight into the sky; behind the house, a huge black cylinder with a terrifying moon hung under the sky.

Roman stood there for a moment, and then continued to move towards the Stoat Mountain, sometimes touching the hidden hare nests, and sometimes slipping on the dense grass.

In terms of freedom and ease, he is far more thorough than Luo Fu.

I just don’t know if Mr. Newt will be angry because his grandson was led astray?

He finally chose a flat and leeward spot, and caught a few rabbits that had become thin due to overwintering, and then headed for the top of the mountain.

In order to wait for Rolf, he did not use magic. Instead, he chose to use a knife to handle the rabbit quickly. His movements were smoother than a Muggle butcher's.

Even so, it wasn't until the scent of rabbits came out that Luo Fu climbed to the top of the mountain with the last light of the setting sun.

"How was today's harvest?" Luo Fu was sprinkling the last trace of salt on the rabbit meat.

Luofu frowned and moved to the fire like a zombie, seeming to have been greatly shocked.

"Mr. Lovegood, he's...very...unique."

"What about the other people in his family?" Roman flipped the rabbit meat without raising his head, refusing to let Ralph see the smile on his lips.

"Mrs. Lovegood was busy with experiments, and I didn't see her; but I saw Mr. Lovegood's daughter." Rolf sat next to Roman weakly.

"The age gap between you is not too big, we should be friends." Roman turned his head away, preventing Rove from seeing his face that was twisted to suppress laughter.

"She is a very good girl, but I don't know if such a person is suitable as a friend. I feel that getting along with her will be very tiring..." Luofu sighed.

One afternoon passed, and he felt like he was about to suffer from a heart attack despite his young age.

You can't blame him. This future biologist is still accumulating his knowledge. He encountered the elf of fantasy and romance before he could step into the sea of ​​romantic fantasy.

"Have some roast rabbit."

Roman casually threw a piece of rabbit meat that was bubbling with hot oil and very hot to the touch.

Luofu hurriedly took the rabbit meat and kept flipping it between his hands.

"Is it fragrant?"

"It's delicious."

"Okay, Jingze."

Roman ignored his clumsy movements and puzzled expression and looked around from the top of Stoat Mountain.

As dusk fell, the mountains lost their cold edges and corners in the vast expanse, leaving only their silent outlines.

In the boundless silence, a voice sprouted and gathered, rising from hazy to clear, slowly but firmly.

Roman stood up suddenly and walked in the direction of Lovegood's house.