Harry Potter: I'm the Rolling King at Hogwarts

The smell here is very strong and lingers all year round. The thermal motion of molecules seems to be ineffective here. Every wizard who walks into this shop is very moved.

Because this place... is so tear-jerking!

It’s a real tearjerker!

"Cough cough" Albert covered his mouth and nose. As if it was not enough, he released a "slowing spell" on his nose, which greatly reduced his olfactory sensitivity.

It seems that the smell problem is temporarily solved.

The four of them quickly picked up the materials and ran away as if they were running away. No wonder there weren't many people here, they were all smoked away.

He heard the salesperson in the potion shop complaining: "Oh... the business in the store is getting worse and worse, and there is this bad smell. Even if I get used to it, I have to be scolded by the tigress at home every time I go home. , I really want to resign!”

A wizard with a mustache was checking out. Hearing his complaint, he comforted him and said, "I don't blame you. It's all the fault of this potion shop. I heard that a new potion shop has opened in Hogsmeade. Let's go." You have lost a large part of your customers, which is why your business here has deteriorated.

And I've seen it there, and the sanitary conditions are much better than yours, and there's not much odor. It's just opened there, and it's short of manpower. The decoration there is gorgeous, and the boss should be very rich. You can apply there, and the salary is It won't be bad. "

These words were heard not only by the salesperson in the store, but also by many adult wizards and students who were buying potion ingredients.

"Really?" the salesperson asked in surprise.

"I swear, what I said is true." said the mustached wizard. He looked like a gentleman, swearing and patting his chest.

He walked out of the potion shop, winked at Albert, smiled, opened and closed his lips, and said something silently.

Albert saw the lip reading clearly, and he said, "Mission accomplished, boss."

This moustachioed wizard is none other than Hilbert, the manager of the potion factory hired by Albert.

Albert nodded. This was not his idea. It was entirely Hilbert's initiative. It was just that Albert had previously assigned Hilbert a task to find a way to expand the scale of his potion shop.

Not expecting him to launch a surprise attack on the house opposite, Albert sighed in his heart that this Hilbert was thirty percent as good as him.

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Ignoring some interludes, Hermione took Albert to the pet shop.

"You have to buy some food for your owl Ahri," she said.

In fact, they had just come out of Florin's Ice Cream Shop, each holding a strawberry and peanut ice cream in their hands.

Albert was very reluctant because there was an unspeakable smell in the pet store, which should be the mixed smell of pet feces and urine.

He ate his ice cream far outside the store before entering the pet shop with Hermione. As for Harry and Ron, they were wolfing down their third ice cream... Harry's treat.

The place inside the store is small, and the walls are densely covered with cages. It is noisy because the guys in the cages are squeaking, chirping, or making hissing sounds.

The witch behind the counter is telling a new student at Hogwarts how to take care of the two-tailed salamander. It seems that the school rules and regulations of Hogwarts are always "policies from above, and countermeasures from below." The young wizards are trying their best. The method is to "follow your heart's desires without exceeding the rules."

Two huge purple toads sat there gobbling up dead blowflies, drooling from their mouthfuls, and a terrifyingly large turtle stayed by the window, the shell on its back shining like a gem.

Poisonous orange snails squirm slowly on the walls of the glass tank.A chubby white rabbit turned into a satin top hat with a snap, and changed back again with a snap, and kept changing like this.

The big brown dog with a forked tail was lying in the cage, nodding his head every now and then, looking like he was about to fall asleep. When he felt Albert and the others approaching, he waggled his tail happily.

"My mouse," he said to the Witch, "has been of a strange color since I brought it back from Egypt."

"Put it on the counter," said the witch, drawing a pair of thick black glasses from her pocket.

Ron took Scabbers out of his inside pocket and placed it next to the large cage of rats.Those mice stopped playing tricks of jumping, they all crowded over to the side of the wire cage, and looked at Banban carefully.

Albert also paid attention here. Hermione wanted to drag him to see the pets, but Albert refused. For the sake of the gift, Hermione forgave Albert.

Peter Pettigrew didn't look very energetic, but his figure was much better than before. Before, he walked slowly, sluggishly, and was extremely lethargic.

He is now fit and healthy (for a mouse), running nimble, fast, athletic, and full of energy.

All this is thanks to Albert's earnest expectations and constant training, running rollers day after day, which made Peter Pettigrew what he is today.

While Ron was talking to the store clerk about how to raise a mouse, Hermione picked out a pet, which was a big ginger cat.

"What do you think of it? Isn't the cat I just picked very cute and smart?"

To be honest, because Crookshanks looked like he had been hit by a car in the face, Albert did not appreciate the beauty of Crookshanks.

But under pressure from Hermione, he had to say something against his will: "Yes, you have really good taste. I think this is the most beautiful cat in the pet shop."

In fact, he secretly said in his heart: "Not as good as Mrs. Norris."

As if sensing Albert's malice, Crookshanks, who was lying in Hermione's arms, turned his head and glanced sideways at Albert.

Hermione selected the pet and was going to the counter to check out and buy some cat food.

She was holding Crookshanks closer and closer to the counter. Suddenly, Crookshanks jumped out of her arms and went straight to the rat Spot in Ron's hand, but he hit Ron on the head and almost died. Knock him down.

After missing a hit, Crookshanks jumped on the counter table, hunched over, his facial muscles tensed, his pupils narrowed, his tail retracted, and the fur all over his body seemed to explode, like a little lion.

"No, Crookshanks!" Except for Albert, only the pet shop clerk among the people present knew the cat's name.

But it was too late, Crookshanks jumped and pounced on the mouse Scabbers!

"No - get out of here," Ron yelled, stretching out his hand to block Crookshanks, but the cat was much more flexible than him. He turned slightly sideways and continued to pounce on Peter the mouse, who was protected by Ron behind him. .

"Squeak..." Peter Pettigrew jumped with all his strength after experiencing a brief panic.

"This..." Albert and Hermione's eyes widened.

"Scabbers!" Ron shouted in surprise, with the joy of surviving the disaster.

"I take back what I just said." The pet store clerk felt very sorry because she just said that Ron's mouse had no characteristics and was useless.

Crookshanks was pushed open and dropped to the ground six inches away, as if facing a powerful enemy.

On the same spot, the mouse Peter Pettigrew raised his head proudly, stood up straight, realized something was wrong, and quickly lay down again, trying to get back into Ron's pocket.