Harry Potter: I'm the Rolling King at Hogwarts

Harry was in good health, otherwise Wood would have cried for his father. After Lupine let Harry eat a few pieces of chocolate, Harry returned to his usual lively self.

But he was in a bad mood. Facing a Boggart, not a real Dementor, he would be close to fainting.

He couldn't accept it, he hated himself, why was he so powerless when facing the dementors!

But there are some people who don't care about his mental journey, and Draco Malfoy is one of them.

It was dinner time now, and the four Alberts were quietly enjoying the meals prepared by the elves at Hogwarts.

Draco walked aggressively to the Gryffindor table with his three followers. In addition to Crabbe, Goyle, and Pansy Parkinson, Draco's new follower.

"Po~T, I heard that you were frightened by a Boggart. It's really you, the great Harry Po~T!"

"Also, congratulations. My dad is ready. Your big stupid friend will get out of Hogwarts soon." The three followers laughed in coordination.

"Did you do this on purpose?" Harry and Albert stood up in confusion.

Seeing Albert, Draco's momentum instantly weakened by three points. His attitude towards Albert was very complicated, first he was disgusted, then he was grateful, and now his father entrusted him with doing business with Albert.

Now he doesn't know how he should treat Albert, fight him?He couldn't beat him, and Draco would never be able to get rid of the painful memory of being beaten on the train.

Reconcile with him?Just kidding, he is the heir of the noble Malfoy family, how could he bow to a young wizard born as a Muggle?

"Go back and tell your father that if the Malfoy family is still sincere and wants to do business with me, then drop the prosecution against Hagrid." Albert fiddled with the Thunderbird wand in his hand.

In the end, Draco stared at Albert and Harry for a long time, snorted coldly to express his dissatisfaction, then turned around and left without saying a word, with beads of sweat on his forehead falling on the wizard's robe.

He hasn't had dinner yet. Although the food at Hogwarts is not that good and is far from the food at Malfoy Manor, how can the noble Master Malfoy be hungry?

Albert blew out the blue flame on the tip of the wand with a calm look on his face.

"What are you talking about?" Ron asked curiously. His mouth was full of chicken drumsticks and his words were slurred. "Is it okay if I want to learn?"

"It's just a variant of the fluorescent spell. With your food supply, it's not necessary."

"Ah, what does this mean?"

Albert glanced at Ron's wand, the unicorn wand core, and the black magic insulator, and let it go, "It means your fighting power is enough to eat..."

"No, this thing is not very practical. You should eat more."

"You're right, dealing with that Boggart made me hungry." The next second, Ron suddenly put down the chicken drumstick in his hand, and his expression changed drastically.

"Why did this weird cat escape? It will hurt my Scabbers!" Ron hugged Peter Pettigrew tightly with his greasy hands, and looked at Hermione who was addicted to "Introduction to Ancient Mage Patterns" with a wary expression.

A big ginger cat jumped on the table and stared at the spotted tiger in Ron's pocket.

"Meow——" Crookshanks huffed, turned his gaze to the long table, picked up two chicken legs in his mouth, stretched out his paws, and pushed a few sausages into his arms.

"What? Crookshanks ran out. He is so smart. You know, he can't be locked in my dormitory or the Gryffindor common room. He can run out on his own."

"I don't care, get rid of your weird cat quickly, don't you see my Spot is trembling?"

Ron looked at Hermione and Crookshanks with disgust, then looked at the gray mouse in his hand with gleaming eyes, "Scabbers is a treasure mouse!"

That affectionate expression... Albert wondered if Ron would spit it out after knowing the truth.

"If you ask me, you should really give it a petrification spell and let it stay in your dormitory!" Ron said viciously, holding the wand in one hand as if to cast a spell.

"This is impossible." Hermione was also angry. Crookshanks was usually very well-behaved, but he went crazy when he met Scabbers. Scabbers must also have problems.

Crookshanks jumped away, his mouth full of chicken legs, "Meow——"

It sensed Ron's ill will toward it and didn't want to stay in this dangerous place any longer. It still had a mission to do, so it hunched over and left the long table.

"Crookshanks..." Hermione looked at the big yellow cat going away. He had never treated Crookshanks badly in terms of food, and these highly greasy chicken leg sausages were not suitable for the cat's body. So Crookshanks Why does the mountain like to eat?

"It has part of the blood of Mao Lizi and is very clever. What you should worry about now is the translation of your magic pattern text." Albert said, pointing to a long article in "Introduction to Ancient Magic Patterns".

【Ding!Hermione's negative emotion value +10! 】

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Gryffindor never lacks students who go out at night, so I don't know where to start. At two o'clock in the morning, the door to the common room is left ajar.

This is the unspoken secret of all the nocturnal Gryffindors in the past two years.

Albert is one of the initiators of this event.

He stayed awake and lay half on the sofa in the common room until the door to the common room creaked and was pushed open a little, and a big yellow cat slipped into the common room.

The moonlight enters the house, and I happily set off.Those who want to enjoy nothingness go to the Forbidden Forest to look for Blake.

The magic mark flickered in the midst, and Blake was probably still awake.

Albert asked Xander to play in the Forbidden Forest at noon. He hasn't come back yet, but it's just in time to let Xander take a look at the specific location of Sirius Black.

Then he used Sander's vision sharing and saw a big black dog with two sausages in his mouth, being chased by a group of Acromantulas...