Harry Potter: I'm the Rolling King at Hogwarts

Albert hasn't had such a deep sleep for a long time. Since one day, he has been accustomed to sleeping less than 6 hours a day. Even for a month during the summer vacation, he has been using the polyphasic sleep method and only sleeps less than two hours a day. While sleeping, I have been reciting ancient magic patterns and developing magic potions at high intensity.

Even if the body is not exhausted, the mind cannot keep up with such high-intensity work.

In his sleep, Albert felt like he was being lifted up into the sky, as if flying among the clouds, as light as nothing.

After that, he was thrown to the ground again, but this ground was soft, not like a hard ground, but like soft Simmons.

Simmons?

Albert felt that he had missed something, but he could not remember. In his dream, he met a little wild boar, whose nose kept guarding his chest.

Half asleep and half awake, Albert pushed away the pig's nose in his arms and muttered: "Sander, don't disturb my sleep..."

A cool eagle cry sounded in my ears: "That's not me!"

What?Not Sander?

Is it really a pig?There is actually a pig living in the Room of Requirement?

This thought woke Albert up from his dream, and he opened his eyes in horror. What he saw was a large ball of brown hair, with long silky hair spread out. Perhaps it was because his head was buried in Albert's chest, so cute. With a blush on her face, it turned out to be Hermione.

It turns out it’s not a wild boar!

Albert breathed a sigh of relief, and then immediately realized something was wrong. Why was Hermione next to him?Shouldn't she be on the big bed?

Wait, he seems to be in bed now, but he clearly remembers that one minute before he fell asleep, he was still lying on the sofa!

"I don't want to kill people in my dream, so I can sleep with you?"

Albert straightened up slightly, looked at each other with Sander, and saw that its thunderbird head was tilted 45 degrees, and he was confused.

"Ding Ding Ling Bell-" The three -hour alarm clock rang on time, the golden alarm clock bouncing, growing a mouth, and said in my mouth:

"How could you sleep? How could you sleep?"

"Uh-" In Albert's arms, Hermione slowly opened her eyes and saw a shoulder that was not broad, accompanied by the faint scent of familiar ink.

"what!"

"Hermione, it's me." Albert explained. Hermione's voice was so high that it almost pierced his eardrums.

"Albert?" Hermione asked softly, raising her head to take a look, then quickly lowering her head and burying herself in Albert's arms, a blush creeping up her cheeks.

Albert: "..."

Hermione was holding Albert's shoulders tightly at this moment. He couldn't get up even if he wanted to, and was pinned down by Hermione.

"I think we should go to class." Albert suggested. He patted Hermione on the shoulder, combed her smooth brown hair, and looked into a pair of resentful star eyes.

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It's almost Halloween, the weekend.

The leaves of the scattered trees around the castle fell all over the place. The new leaves have not yet grown, and the trunks look dry and lifeless.

A cold wave passed last night, and the temperature dropped sharply today. Even the Whomping Willows shrunk their branches and huddled together for warmth.

But even so, the students at Hogwarts were enthusiastic, especially the third-year students, who were allowed to go to Hogsmeade for the first time.

Think about those tempting candies in Honeydukes. Eating one can make people make animal noises, and some can fly lightly into the sky. There are also vampire happy candies that are indispensable for Halloween. Eating one can make your mouth full of artificial ones. Red syrup that looks sticky, like plasma.

There's also Zuko's Joke Shop, which has those whimsical toys that are perfect for pranking your friends.

At the Three Broomsticks Bar, you can drink a glass of delicious butterbeer and take a sneak peek at the still-charming Ms. Rosmerta...

There is also Mrs. Pudiv's Tea House, a special place for couples to date.

"Okay, those with guardians' signatures will follow me." Professor McGonagall took away all the signature forms and handed them to Filch.

Albert and Hermione walked outside side by side, and he looked back at the lonely Harry.

Harry stood alone on the steps, looking at his classmates who were walking away, with longing in his eyes, as if to say: "Busy, you are all busy!"

Cough!

At this moment, Harry was like an ancient woman waiting for her husband to come home, with longing for the distant place, or saying goodbye to a prisoner who came to visit his family in prison, with a longing for freedom in his eyes.

Albert shook his head, how could this be possible? Hogwarts is a good school, how could it be a prison?

Both he and Harry failed to obtain the guardian's signature, Harry because his uncle was unwilling to sign, and Albert because he had erased Serwell's memory of him.

But Albert is not as rigid as Harry, and he is not signing in front of Professor McGonagall. How can Professor McGonagall know that the name is not written by Severus when he writes a name?She had never seen Serwell's handwriting.

Just make your handwriting bolder and more sloppy.

In fact, this signature form also has a youth monitoring mechanism, and it is a magic contract. However, for Albert, who has thoroughly studied the "Sacred Magic Contract", he easily penetrated the barrier of the contract, making the contract mistakenly think that he had She is an 80-year-old woman.

Albert and Hermione were holding a map of Hogsmeade with some important shops marked on it.

"Why don't we go to the Three Broomsticks first?" Albert suggested.

"It's okay, whatever you want." Hermione played with a strand of her hair and twisted it around her fingers.

Ever since they came out of the Room of Requirement, the relationship between Hermione and Albert has become much closer. In fact, before that, Albert was also the closest to Hermione, but since then, there seems to be a subtle change in their relationship. Albert couldn't explain the changes, but they did exist.

The Three Broomsticks store is located on the central thoroughfare of Hogsmeade. Today, Albert and Hermione came out early, so there were not many people in the bar, and there were at least a few empty seats.

You must know that as the "star" store in Hogsmeade Village, the seats of the Three Broomsticks are always full during peak customer traffic periods.

Seeing Albert come in with a girl, Ms. Rosmerta smiled ambiguously and said, "Albert, are you bringing your little girlfriend with you today?" Then she bent down and skillfully took out two cups of butter. Beer, handed to Albert.

Because he lived in Hogsmeade, Albert often came here to have a drink, always asking for a cup of butterbeer. Over time, he became a regular customer.

Albert scratched his head in embarrassment, but he didn't say anything. He just took two glasses of butterbeer and took Hermione to find an empty seat to sit down. Hermione, on the other hand, blushed and sat down with Albert, taking a sip of butter. beer.

"Do you know her?" Hermione pointed at Ms. Rosmerta at the bar.

"Actually, I'm not very familiar with it." Albert waved his hand and explained.