Harry Potter: I'm the Rolling King at Hogwarts

It was almost noon, Albert poured himself a sip of vitality potion, shook his shoulders, and turned the Room of Requirement into a room for studying magic patterns.

In addition to a blackboard and a desk, there are also carving knives and brass plates piled in the corner, which were used by ancient wizards for carving. As the times progressed, such tools were gradually eliminated.

Albert took out a piece of parchment and rubbed the magic pattern on the crown onto the parchment.

Seeing several ancient runes on the paper that were as complicated as a mess, Albert fell into silence. He didn't recognize any of them.

Fortunately, the Room of Requirement provided the "Encyclopedia of Ancient Magic Patterns". Albert searched carefully in the book and finally discovered the meanings of several magic patterns.

"Well - this is wisdom." Albert saw the rune in the middle, which was also the most complex.

"This means accelerating, fast."

"This is concentration. Is it to focus your attention and then have no distracting thoughts?"

Albert looked at the last rune, which looked like an eyeball with many patterns wrapped around it. The first time he saw this magic pattern, Albert felt dizzy.

After a long pause, Albert set his sights here again.

Obviously, this is definitely not a rune with a positive meaning. This magic pattern is not even recorded in the "Encyclopedia of Ancient Magic Patterns".

After all, it is a book written by modern wizards, so there are inevitably some omissions. Albert himself can roughly guess the meaning of this magic pattern, "acupuncture", or "disorder", because when he saw this rune just now, his consciousness The feeling of having my butt pricked by a needle, and the overwhelming dizziness.

Why is there such a rune in Ravenclaw's diadem?Isn’t this just a matter of harming students?

After a while, Albert figured out that Ravenclaw could weaken the effect of this magic pattern through the cooperation of several magic patterns. If it is worn for too long, the effect of this magic pattern will be highlighted.

It is used to warn people not to rely too much on the function of the crown.

And according to Albert's observation and analysis, the original function of the crown is not to directly bring knowledge to people, but to wisdom!

Wisdom and knowledge are not the same.

The crown can focus the wearer's attention and speed up thinking, similar to Albert's "Never-Ending" title.

Time passed quickly. Albert had been studying the crown for a day, and repeatedly confirmed that the crown had lost its original function.

It's a pity in my heart. If the crown can work, coupled with "never ending", then Albert's strength will improve by leaps and bounds.

Unfortunately, Voldemort's brain became abnormal after splitting his soul, and he used dark magic to stain the crown.

Albert walked out of the Room of Requirement, and the sky outside gradually darkened.

Taking away some food from the dinner table, Albert found a secluded place where no one was, and walked towards the outskirts of the castle after becoming invisible.

Sirius had been waiting for a long time, and he looked longingly at Albert...the chicken drumstick in his hand.

Pressing the scar on the Whomping Willow tree, Albert and Sirius got into the Shrieking Shack, and the black dog couldn't wait to rush to Albert.

The next moment, the big black dog turned into a human form, and the emaciated Sirius took the chicken leg from Albert's hand and chewed it.

"The chicken drumsticks at Hogwarts are still so delicious, much more delicious than the ones made by my house elf."

"Ahem—" Sirius wolfed down the food, talking to Albert while eating and drinking, and the chicken got stuck in his throat.

He blushed and stretched out one hand to Albert, "Help!"

"Keep coughing up." Albert tapped Sirius's throat gently, and the chicken stuck in his throat immediately slid down his esophagus and into Sirius's stomach.

"Slow down, no one is going to fight you."

"Haha, if you could only eat dead rats and rotten meat all day, you would be like me." Sirius once again tore off a piece of meat and stuffed it into his mouth.

Albert was silent. If he were like Sirius, he would transform into a thunderbird, and he could control thunder and lightning. If he wanted to eat any animal, he could strike it with lightning.

If you want to eat rabbits, eat rabbits. If you want to eat leopards, eat leopards. If you want to eat golden monkeys, eat golden monkeys!

Although he wanted to say "we are different", Albert still held back and did not ruin Sirius's enjoyment of eating.

"When can you get Peter out?" Sirius asked Albert after swallowing half of the sausage.

"It depends on the timing. Ron has been very close to Scabbers recently. Oh, by the way, Ron is Harry and I's friend. Scabbers is Ron's pet, the mouse name of Peter Pettigrew." Albert replied road.

Sirius angrily threw the leftover chicken legs on the ground and kicked them away viciously. He flew out of the entrance of the Shrieking Shack and was smashed to pieces by the Whomping Willow.

"It's so disgusting. I really want to kill Peter right away... I can't wait any longer!" Sirius roared angrily, his eyeballs protruding, looking scary, and the spit foam almost hit Albert's face.

"Calm down, Sirius, you will only get caught by the dementors if you go there like this, and maybe they will give you a kiss."

Sirius shuddered, but his eyes still revealed murderous intent.

"You have to believe me. We are allies now. The most important thing about an alliance is trust. I will bring Peter out, as well as Harry and Ron. When the truth comes out, you and Harry will be reunited directly."

Albert drew a cake for Sirius.

After hearing this, Sirius smiled slightly and recalled something in his mind, "Yes, that child looks really like James, with eyes like Lily."

Seeing Sirius dazed, Albert coughed twice to bring him back to reality.

"Cough cough!"

"what happened?"

"I help you get revenge, so you should also..." Albert didn't go on.

Sirius understood. As long as he could recognize Harry and clear his name, "No problem, whatever you want, the Black family is not short of Galleons. I can give you a large sum of money when the time comes."

Albert shook his head, who are you looking down on?

You are a rich generation, but Albert is not bad either. His business is getting bigger and bigger. Maybe in a few years, Albert's wealth will surpass that of the Black family.

"It's smaller, the layout is smaller...

I'm not interested in gold galleons! "

Sirius' black face: "..."

"Your family has such a long history, you must have a lot of rare books, unique ones, right?" Albert asked.

It is true that Hogwarts has a rich collection of books. This is a family with a long history like the Black family, and the collection of books there is not necessarily worse than that of Hogwarts.

Especially when it comes to black magic.

"This..." Sirius hesitated. It wasn't that he was stingy. His family was famous for black magic. Most of the family's books were about black magic. It didn't look good for an underage wizard.

Although Albert showed his skills last night, it was only a transfiguration technique, and Sirius was still worried.

"What do you think this is?" A blue flame appeared from the tip of Albert's wand, growing bigger and bigger, and finally turned into a big dog jumping on the ground.

The dog's tail wagged happily, its eyes moved to both sides, and its tongue stuck out of its mouth.

"Well... I would be happier if it didn't turn out like me." Sirius felt extremely awkward, and finally agreed to Albert's request.

Even he couldn't control the severe fire spell, but in Albert's hands it was like a docile puppy... no, a kitten!

And looking at Albert, it doesn't look like he has been corrupted by black magic. Sirius believes that Albert will not fall.

"Do what you can." Sirius wrapped up the remaining chicken legs and saved them for tomorrow. "It's a deal, you bring Peter, and I'll open the Black family's collection of books."

"It's a word."

"Gryffindor doesn't lie to Gryffindor!"