Harry Potter: I'm the Rolling King at Hogwarts

It was a bright Saturday and the castle was full of life.

There are students from four colleges in the castle. After a busy week, there are only a few students who are willing to study on the weekend. They can finally have a good two days of rest.

On the lawn of the Quidditch field, several people gathered together, played wizard chess, chatted about study and life, and there was laughter and laughter. Even Slytherin and Gryffindor could put aside their conflicts at this moment and have a good time. Let’s play an exciting game of wizard chess.

Some students gathered next to the black lake to test the water, but were immediately lifted to the shore by the big octopus at the bottom of the lake.

Snape stood on the top of the castle tower, looking down at the students below. Seeing them playing happily, his mood became happier.

It's time to go back to the office. Tomorrow night is the night of the full moon. Lupine's Wolfsbane potion has not been brewed yet, which requires him to work overtime.

Snape hated working overtime, let alone serving his enemies.

So he had to do something. He focused on the potion formula in his hand. This was an improvement on Albert's "Various Potion". The effect was to add any kind of potion and it would not work. Change the potency, but after one sip, the taste and texture of the potion will become the most annoying to the drinker.

"Haha, Remus Lupin..." Snape said with an expression on his face as he stirred the potion in the crucible until a strange smell came out, and a wisp of white smoke came out of the potion, hovering in the crucible. upper part.

The sallow face finally showed a trace of curvature, and Snape raised the corners of his mouth maliciously.

He picked up his quill and wrote in his diary:

"Nothing today..."

He took the mixed wolfsbane potion and sent it to Lupine. However, he couldn't stand the smell of the potion in his hand and walked quickly to the Defense Against the Dark Arts office.

After a while, the old bat flew to Lupin's office.

"Haha, Lupin, I advise you to be careful. Over the past few years, no one sitting in your seat has a good end, especially those who collude with forces outside the school..." Snape pushed the potion in front of Lupine. , turned and left without looking back.

He couldn't stand the filthy smell of James Potter's sweat.

"Haha, I wish you a nice weekend, Professor Snape." Lupine said goodbye to Snape in a graceful manner.

As soon as Snape went out, Lupine immediately opened the drawer, and there was a picture of Snape lying there, wearing a vulture hat, wearing a green dress, and holding the big red handbag.

This was given to Albert by his owl Ahri 2 minutes ago. I believe that by this time, this photo had already begun to circulate among the students at Hogwarts.

Lupine laughed heartily, took a deep breath of air, felt the amazing "charm" of the potion on the table, and quickly held his breath.

Doesn’t it just taste bad?

As a werewolf, what else can't you tolerate?

Lupine grabbed the potion and drank it in one gulp.

"Cough-cough-"

The unpleasant, bitter, sticky feeling went straight to Lu Ping's Tianling Gai, and he almost spit out these wolfsbane potions.

"Why does it feel a bit like when I transformed and accidentally ate Sirius...the excrement of a dog?"

"Uh-huh!"

…………

Snape returned to his office, closed his diary, and suddenly found an extra letter on his desk.

There was no signature, it was in a general Hogwarts envelope, so it was impossible to tell who it was.

who can that be?

Snape first checked the envelope for any traces of dark magic. After confirming that it was safe, he opened the envelope and a photo fell out. The person on it was dressed in colorful clothes.

"..."

Snape was silent for two seconds, then exploded. He tore the photo into two pieces and threw them on the desk.

"Shattered to pieces!" A white light flashed and the photo shattered...

Countless pieces of confetti were flying, but Snape still couldn't suppress the anger in his heart. He must find the murderer behind the scenes.

Judging from the location in the photo, it was in the staff room. The incident happened during the Defense Against the Dark Arts event that day, and it didn't escape.

It's Gryffindor again!

Snape sullenly opened the door to his office and walked aggressively towards the Quidditch field, where there were the most Gryffindor students.

Before he reached the lawn, he heard shouts there.

"The moving one costs 5 silver, and the immovable one costs 1 silver. If you want it, come and buy it!" The two red-haired brothers shouted hard, attracting the attention of the students in the entire stadium.

"It's just a photo. It's too expensive for you. I protest!" said a senior boy from Ravenclaw.

"The protest is invalid. This is a rare commodity. You may not be able to buy this photo again after seven years at Hogwarts." Fred shouted.

"I want it! I want it! Give me two that move!"

"Give me seven that won't move. I'll stick them in my Potions textbook."

……

There was an uproar on the playground, and it was very lively. In contrast, Snape's face turned black.

What's even more annoying is that among the people who bought the photos were Slytherins!

"What are you doing!" Snape shouted angrily.

The old bat walked quickly towards the crowd of students, his black wizard robes fluttering, and he looked very villainous.

"Grandma is here, run!"

I don't know who shouted something in the crowd, and the students from the four major colleges ran away, panicking, like a vicious wolf scurrying into the flock of sheep.

Fred and George ran faster than anyone else. They looked at each other and smiled, "How many copies were sold?"

"30 moving cards and 45 non-moving cards, a total of 195 Silver Sickles, which is 11 Galleons and 8 Sickles!"

"This is really-"

"It's so exciting!"

Even as Snape chased after the students, the wand in his hand sprayed out fireworks and made a sharp explosion, "Stop!"

But no one would listen to Snape, and only a fool would stop at this time.

"Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff and Slytherin, 50 points each!"

Snape was tired from running. After all, it was because of his old age, coupled with the fact that he stayed in the office all day and lacked exercise. His running endurance and speed were not as good as those of students.

He shouted from behind, but the students remained unmoved. Fifty points were deducted from each one. Doesn't it mean no points were deducted?

Getting caught is the real trouble!

Albert stood on the eighth floor of the castle, looking down. Selling photos, which was at the lower end of the industry chain, was something he would not do.

The profit is small, but the risk is huge!

Even though the Weasley brothers succeeded in escaping at this time, but Snape couldn't remember the others, these two early birds still remembered clearly. What awaits the Weasley brothers will be the old bat's reckoning.

But this time...

Albert watched Snape panting from exhaustion, putting his hands on his knees and gasping for air.

I couldn't help but sigh in Chinese: "The boys in the fourth courtyard bullied me into being old and weak. I couldn't bear to face thieves. My lips were burnt and my mouth was dry and I couldn't breathe. When I returned, I leaned on my stick and sighed..."