Harry Potter: I'm the Rolling King at Hogwarts

"Why do you ask that?" Albert asked.

"Um - nothing," Hermione changed the subject, "Why did you bring a camera to the Defense Against the Dark Arts class?"

Albert couldn't say it was because he had read the original novel and knew who Neville was afraid of. "Well... you know, Neville has never made a successful potion, and Snape will always be cruel." In this state, Neville either becomes more inferior or becomes indifferent to Snape's criticism. Obviously, Neville belongs to the former category..."

Albert stopped, thought for a while, and organized his words. When he saw Hermione looking at him without blinking, he became a little flustered, and the words he had thought about in his mind became blurred.

"Forehead……"

"So I had expected it, so I brought a camera, took a picture of Snape making a fool of himself, and gave it to Neville to help him remember this moment, tell him that fear is not invincible, and then defeat the fear in his heart..."

"Really?" Hermione leaned forward, and now their faces were less than five inches apart. Albert could even feel Hermione's breathing.

Hermione was just Albert's eyes. Based on her understanding of Albert, she felt that this matter was not as simple as Albert said.

"Of course...of course that's the case. It's absolutely impossible that I want to sell Snape's photos for money." Albert's head shook like a rattle.

"..." Albert realized that he had let it slip. This was simply 300 taels of silver that was not available here, and Wang Er next door had never stolen it.

"Hahaha, I believe you." If Hermione hadn't smiled so happily, Albert might have believed it.

"Stop laughing now, you still have butterbeer in your mouth, don't choke!" Albert said

"Hahaha - cough... Hahaha - cough!"

Albert: "..."

The two of them sat together and chatted for a while, but the surroundings were too noisy. After drinking butterbeer, they got up and left the Three Broomsticks pub.

"Well, where are we going now?" Hermione laughed so hard that she couldn't breathe, hunched over, holding Albert with one hand.

"How about Madam Pudiv's Teahouse?" Albert pointed to a remote small teahouse on the map.

"Didn't we just finish drinking butterbeer? We also want to drink some tea?" Hermione hesitated.

It was obvious that Hermione really didn't know what this teahouse was about.

"Well...our British food is mainly meat-based, which is very greasy and fatty. Drinking a little tea can effectively help reduce fat." Albert said nonsense seriously.

Hermione nodded seriously, her little face full of approval, "Well, you're right, then go to Mrs. Puddiff's Tea House!"

The two of them walked side by side into Mrs. Puddiff's Teahouse. It was a small, cramped teahouse filled with mist.Everything inside was decorated with tacky lace, even the little round table.

Seeing that the guests inside were all pairs of male and female witches and wizards, who looked like lovers, Hermione quickly realized what kind of place this was.

She stole a glance at Albert, her eyes flickered, and then she quickly looked away as if nothing happened.

"What's wrong?" Albert still felt it.

"It's okay, let's find a place to sit quickly." Hermione shook her head and suggested.

Albert found that the fog in the teahouse was a very magical thing. As long as he sat on a small round table, the surrounding fog would come closer, and when he looked at other round tables from the small round table, he would feel hazy.

This is considered intentional, and couples will not disturb each other.

"What do you two want?" Mrs. Puddieff walked to Albert and Hermione's table.

Albert looked at Hermione and saw her shrugging, meaning it's up to you to decide, "Well... then two cups of black tea, one without sugar and the other with less sugar."

"OK, just a second."

Albert knew that Hermione didn't like sweets, so he specifically told Mrs. Puddiff.

"Albert..." Hermione's cheeks turned red, because in her peripheral vision, she saw the heads of a couple two tables away from them overlapped. Although they were separated by the fog, they could still see it. He found out what they were doing. One of them had red hair, which was very conspicuous.

"What?" Albert pulled up his seat and got closer to Hermione. He didn't hear clearly what Hermione was saying just now.

"Kacha——" A slight sound sounded in the corner of the teahouse. The sound was extremely small, but Albert still heard it.

He stood up abruptly. Hermione was confused and pulled Albert's hand, "What's going on?"

"Kacha——" There was another sound.

Albert heard it clearly, it was clearly the sound of a camera taking pictures!

Perhaps others might hear this sound and think it was the sound of the table being old and worn, or the sound of glass clinking when someone put down a tea cup next door, but Albert would not.

He has caught a camera several times, so he doesn't know what the camera sounds like?

"Someone was secretly filming!" Albert was convinced.

"What?" Hermione asked in surprise, thinking of the couple next door just now, she blushed again.

Albert nodded and released the magic power in his body. The magic power with the properties of thunder and lightning poured out like a tide, immediately covering the entire teahouse.

All the lovers felt that there seemed to be something different in the air, and they seemed to become manic. They stopped the movements of their hands or mouths and watched.

Albert felt something in a corner of the teahouse, and the magic encountered obstacles there.

"Deng Deng - Deng Deng -"

Albert walked over on the wooden floor, holding the wand in his right hand, with a white light flashing on it, pointing to the corner in front of him.

"You come out, or I tell you to come out!" Albert said seriously, the white light at the top of the wand getting hotter and hotter, as if he was about to strike at any time.

"Hey, Albert, don't be nervous, old friend, put down your wand first, you have something to say."

There was a sound in the air in front of Albert, and two red-haired young men appeared. Each of them held a camera in their hands, it was the two Weasley brothers!

George was in front, hanging the camera around his neck, reaching out to lower the eager wand in Albert's hand, and said with a smile: "What a coincidence, Albert, I can meet you here."

"Haha, I didn't expect to meet you here." Albert sneered.

In fact, the Weasley brothers were very aggrieved. They learned this trick from Albert. When Albert took a photo of Snape and sold it through the two of them, he made a "big profit". The two of them also tried it. When I got to the point of sweetness, I decided to do it myself.

So they set their target on Percy. They noticed that Percy and his girlfriend would meet up at Mrs. Puddiff's Teahouse on weekends, so they planned to take photos as a "memorial" and then ask Percy for "hush money" ", as the president of the student union, and having a girlfriend, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley gave Percy the most living expenses.

The people they were taking pictures of just now were the couple, Percy and his girlfriend Penelo.

"You go on, I won't interrupt, I'm leaving!"

Fred glanced ambiguously at Albert and Hermione behind him, and whistled.

Percy noticed the movement here and walked over quickly, the roots of his ears turning red.

"Slow down, you can't go!"