Harry Potter: I'm the Rolling King at Hogwarts

"Okay, my future Minister of Magic, you should rest now." Albert ruffled Hermione's long brown hair, "The Minister of Magic cannot be accomplished by staying up late."

Seeing Hermione's cheeks turning red quickly, he turned back to the girls' dormitory and rubbed his hands. Was this how the future Minister of Magic would feel?

Furry and pretty good!

There is still a faint milky scent on my hands...

Ahem, this shows that Hermione often drinks milk recently and can grow taller. The Grangers also ask Albert to take care of Hermione!

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Closer to home, after a week, the novelty of Albert learning magic passed, and he began to take magic seriously.

After all, Seamus and Neville were by his side, and an explosion occurred almost every day. It was quite dangerous and had to be guarded against.

At this time, Albert was in the Gryffindor common room, leaning against the fireplace, frowning and concentrating on reading a paper that Professor McGonagall had given him.

After realizing that Albert was far ahead of his peers, Professor McGonagall gave him this paper and promised that if he thoroughly understood the article "Transfiguration Today", he would be allowed to enter the Transfiguration Club founded by McGonagall.

"Cast transformation on the air..." Albert murmured.

There was noise around him, interrupting his thoughts, "Everyone, come and see, we are going to have flying lessons with Slytherin this Thursday!"

There was a burst of complaints in the common room. The little lions of Gryffindor disliked Slytherin the most.

Albert put down the parchment in his hand, stood up and said: "Why are you being cowardly? You don't care about life and death. If you don't accept it, just do it!

It's just a group of little venomous snakes. How can a male lion be afraid of little snakes?

Besides, Seamus and Ron are so skilled, they will definitely crush Slytherin's Malfoy. "

"That's right, Albert, do it with them!"

"Fuck them!"

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For a time, the first-year Gryffindors were furious and high-spirited, all waiting for Thursday to kill Slytherin.

Only Seamus and Ron laughed. They usually brag about how awesome their flying skills are, but in fact, only they know how useful their flying skills are.

Hermione nervously looked at "Quidditch Origins" on the side, hoping to find some useful knowledge from it.

Her whole body was now very tense, and she always held herself to the standards of the Minister of Magic, and she had to be perfect in every assignment.

Albert explained on the side: "I have never heard of any minister of magic being elected because of his good performance in Quidditch. You don't need to be so nervous."

But this didn't work. Hermione still held the tome and said, "Be careful when taking off..."

Albert didn't expect that Hermione would be so serious about a joke at that time, and she was even more stubborn than she was in the original book.

Hermione's narration was interrupted by a letter from the owl. It brought a transparent crystal ball, which was sent to Neville by Neville's grandmother.

But in Albert's opinion, this memory ball is quite useless. If you don't forget something, it won't turn red. If you forget something, it will turn red again. If you forget everything, what's the use of turning it red?

Malfoy and his two fat followers wanted to come over and cause trouble, but they stopped when they saw Albert's sharp eyes.

The feeling of being beaten on the train was still forgotten, and Malfoy was still a little scared when he saw Albert.

"Just wait and see!" Malfoy put down his harsh words, turned around and left.

The time soon came to 03:30 in the afternoon, and it was time for flying lessons.

Although it was a sunny afternoon, Albert could clearly feel that Hermione beside him was in a bad mood, and her little face was tense.

"Relax, Hermione, most people here have never smelled broomstick exhaust, so don't worry."

When Albert and others arrived on the lawn, 21 broomsticks were neatly placed on the ground.

After taking a closer look at Albert, he knew that these brooms were all products of ancient times and were incomparable to the popular Nimbus series.

Every broom has some problems to one degree or another. I really don’t know where Dumbledore put his budget. It’s impossible for everything to be cooked by house elves.

The Gryffindor and Slytherin students didn't have to wait long before Ms. Hooch, the flying instructor, arrived.

She has short black hair and yellow eyes, like an eagle. She looks very capable and resolute.

"Okay, what are you waiting for?" she said sternly, "Everyone stand next to a broomstick. Quick, quick, hurry up!"

Albert looked down and found that his broom was still complete, with no arms or legs missing. This was good news. He noticed that Neville's broomstick was obviously missing something at the tail.

"Put your right hand over the broom handle," Ms. Hooch shouted from the front, "and say, 'Get up!'"

Albert shouted: "Get up!"

I don't know if Albert's shout frightened Broom. He rolled lazily, lay down again, and moved a few inches towards Hermione's direction in fear.

Albert:? ?Come back!What are you doing climbing over there? Do you want to rebel?

"Up! (one sound)" "up! (two sounds)" Hermione called to the broom at her feet in an emotional voice.

It's a pity that the falling flowers are intentional, the flowing water is ruthless, and the broom is unmoved.

"up! (four sounds)"

Albert's broom flew into Hermione's hand. The two looked at each other and were stunned. Does Hogwarts know that this broom is so skinny?

"Fly the broom!"

The broom that belonged to Hermione flew into Albert's hand and trembled a few times, as if trying to escape from Albert's control.

"Fainted!" Everything finally returned to calm.

Seeing everyone picking up the broom, Huo Qi said, "Okay, as soon as I whistle, you kick your legs off the ground. Remember, push hard!"

"Hold the broom and don't fall. After rising a few feet, lean forward and then fall to the ground. Do you understand? Three...two..."

Before the word "one" could be uttered, Neville kicked off the ground first and soared straight into the sky.

He was like that little bird in the forest, rushing towards the embrace of the blue sky in a panic, but his face was pale and his expression was frightened.

"Ah!" Neville shouted, dangling in the sky like a little girl at the mercy of others.

Albert saw Neville's mouth wide open, his hand not holding firmly, and he slipped from the side of the broom...

"Wingardim Leviosa!", "There are many obstacles!"

Albert took out his wand and fired two spells, bringing Neville back from the edge of fracture.

At this time, Neville's face was only an inch away from the grass. His eyes were wide, and his round face was full of horror.

As soon as he collected his magic power, Neville fell to the ground smoothly.

Mrs. Hooch rushed over and helped Neville up, "Are you okay, Mr. Longbottom?"

Although there was nothing serious about Neville, Ms. Huo Qi still insisted on sending him to the school hospital, "You just stay here and don't move around. I'll buy an orange..."

No, I will take Mr. Longbottom to the school hospital and put the broomstick far away, otherwise you will be expelled from Hogwarts before you can even say "Quidditch"! "

"Also, because of Mr. Klein's excellent spell, 10 points for Gryffindor!"