Harry Potter: I'm the Rolling King at Hogwarts

"Okay, I agree." Rita Skeeter closed her eyes, not wanting to look at Albert, she had to accept it all.

There is no choice, either choose to follow your heart...

Or, choose Azkaban.

A smart person knows how to choose.

"Wise choice, in order to prevent one of us from leaking the secret, let's sign a contract."

Albert's wand stretched out straight and touched the tip of Rita Skeeter's wand. A red light flashed, and the contract was completed.

Those who break their promises will be heartbroken.

Under Albert's gaze, Rita Skeeter completed her interview report about Albert:

"After understanding, the youngest recipient of the Order of Merlin, Albert Klein, studied hard in school, was friendly to his classmates, and respected his teachers..."

In the end, Rita Skeeter came hungry and left full and sulky.

But what made her even more angry was the stab in the back from the Daily Prophet.

After she had worked hard to sort out the materials, she knocked on the door of the editor-in-chief of the Daily Prophet.

"What? The headline on the front page of the Daily Prophet this time is not mine? I interviewed the youngest recipient of the Order of Merlin!"

Rita Skeeter's jaw opened to her collarbone, enough to swallow a large goose egg, looking shocked and disbelieving.

"When you promised me, didn't you say you would give me the front page every time? Why?!"

The editor put an already written article in front of her and said helplessly: "Let's take a look, there's nothing we can do, the basket is too big.

We can't be like Japan's Sakura Wizard Daily, where their minister of magic was assassinated, and their front page still features wizard variety shows and Muggle animation..."

Rita Skeeter grabbed the article on the table and read it carefully. She took a breath when she saw the moving picture on the cover, the crazy-looking man with disheveled hair.

…………

The next day, Ahri arrived on time and delivered the Daily Prophet for that day.

It was raining heavily outside, and the owl's feathers were soaked. Albert used a waterproof and moisture-proof charm on it, and fed it the leftover mink meat from Sander to let Ahri have a good rest.

Xander and Ahri get along well, and they have no problem with Albert giving his food to Ahri. Ahri has always regarded Xander as her big brother and always respects her very much. For Ahri, Xander's words are more important than Albert's words are even more effective.

If it had been any other owl or small animal, Sander would have exploded and started to discharge electricity.

Albert unfolded the newspaper and prepared to admire his heroic appearance, but he did not expect to see the thin and embarrassed figure with disheveled hair on the first page.

"Yesterday at three o'clock in the afternoon, Minister of Magic Fudge led people to inspect Azkaban. Everything was normal. However, during the roll call in the prison at night, the Dementors discovered that Sirius Black was missing. Law also found no trace of Sirius Black.

Sirius Black, a member of the Death Eaters of the mysterious man, was his right-hand man. He once used a spell to blow up half of the street and killed 13 Muggles in a battle.

In addition, in that battle, Peter Pettigrew, the warrior who fought against the mysterious man and the recipient of the Order of Merlin, was brutally killed by Black. The Auror only found a severed finger of Peter Pettigrew..."

Albert's first reaction was: Damn, he was robbed of his popularity.

The second reaction was: Sirius escaped from prison!

But that’s not bad. Being famous too early is detrimental to a person’s growth. For details, refer to Harry Potter. It feels bad to be treated like a monkey in the zoo.

"Well, Xander, things are really troubled now." Albert stroked the golden feathers on Xander's neck, which felt warm to the touch. It was raining outside and the air was humid, but it was very comfortable to be next to the Thunderbird.

Sander seemed to be a hot stove, a source of warmth for Albert.

In such weather, having a warm place and a cup of hot tea to sit comfortably on the sofa would be a great experience.

Of course, Xander also enjoyed it very much. He squinted his eyes slightly and said with a cute look on his face, "Move to the left a little, it's a little itchy there, yes, that's right there..."

The Daily Prophet below has an animated photo of Fudge. On the top, he has a fist in his right hand, as if giving some order. Below, there is a wizard who looks like a golden lion, obeying the order.

"Minister of Magic Fudge and the Director of the Auror Office promised that they will send out all Aurors and personnel from various departments to arrest Black. Everyone in the wizarding world, don't worry, you are safe in the wizarding world. ."

But Albert believed that no one in the wizarding world would completely believe Fudge's words.

Taking out a piece of cooked beef from the oven, Sander moved his index finger, but the next second, Sander lost his appetite for the beef.

Albert sprinkled a large bottle of magic potion on the piece of beef and spread it evenly on the surface of the beef. Inside was a mixture of positioning potion and variety potion.

"The divine edge has no shadow, the divine edge has no shadow." Albert divided the beef into several pieces.

"Xander, thank you for your hard work. Distribute these pieces of beef around Hogsmeade. Ahri, I'd like to trouble you again. Xander can't appear in the Muggle world. Go and deliver these pieces to Harry's house." , just put it in a few bushes."

Cast a waterproof and moisture-proof charm on both Xander and Ahri, as well as several pieces of processed beef. The magic potion cannot be washed away by the rain.

"Albert fishes, and those who wish will take the bait."

…………

It was raining heavily, and a big black dog hid under the eaves and was driven away ruthlessly by the owner of the house.

"Go away, you dirty dog!"

"Ouch~" the big black dog barked unwillingly. The pride in his heart did not allow him to stay here any longer, and he turned around and walked into the rain curtain.

"He's at Hogwarts, he's at Hogwarts..." He thought silently in his mind, his eyes a little firmer.

But the sadness in his stomach brought him back to reality. He was tired, hungry, and cold. He did not feel like he had imagined that he would be freed from prison, and that the sky was high and birds could fly, and the sea was wide and fish could jump.

This is the true portrayal of Sirius Black.

"Oh, I really want a bite of beef, but I haven't had anything good in Azkaban."

At this moment, a piece of reddish-brown beef fell from the sky. It was still warm, exuding the aroma of beef, and there was some soup on it, which was very tempting.

"Am I following my words?" Sirius Black doubted. He looked up at the sky. There was no one, and the rain curtain covered everything.

"How about another bottle of red wine?" Sirius looked up at the sky at 45° and waited for a while, but the red wine didn't come down and he began to doubt his life.