Harry Potter: I'm the Rolling King at Hogwarts

For students who are still in school, vacation is half of life. Subjectively speaking, students are either on vacation or on the road waiting for vacation.

But the holiday is so short, and the happy Christmas holiday flies by.

If Albert were asked to write a diary about his holiday life, it would probably be like this:

On November 12, the weather was fine.

Today, we reached a cooperation with Lucius Malfoy and signed a contract with him, and received two bottles of rare red wine, which tasted good. After drinking two glasses, Xander became drunk.

On October 12, the weather turned from sunny to cloudy.

Officially became the school director of Hogwarts, established business contacts with other school directors, and arrived at the old Riddle Cemetery to make some small plans to pave the way for the future.

December 12, cloudy to light snow.

I practiced ancient runes and analyzed the confusion spell, with some success. I found that the inner runes are similar to "confusion".

On November 12, the weather was fine.

Practice ancient runes and analyze elemental spells such as clear water like spring, blazing fire, burning fierce fire, etc.

On November 12, the weather was fine.

Practice ancient runes and try to combine thunder spells.

Albert, Albert, it's holiday, can't you take a break?Be sure to have a good day tomorrow!

On November 12, the weather was fine.

Practice ancient runes and try to combine thunder spells.

Ahhh, tomorrow is the last day of vacation, so you must have a good rest!

On December 12st, it snowed heavily.

Forget it, the weather is bad today, let's try to combine the thunder and lightning spell.

…………

The new year begins, the holidays end, and back to school.

The train stopped with a clang, and a brown-haired dumpling came out of the carriage. From a distance, Albert waved to her. They hadn't seen her for a holiday, and Hermione hugged Albert excitedly.

"How was your vacation?"

"Very fulfilling."

"My mother took me to the zoo and to the ski resort..."

Albert and Hermione chatted happily, but if others heard the content of the chat, they would definitely call it nonsense literature.

In the Gryffindor common room.

The fireplace was burning brightly, and the wood was burning, making a crackling sound.

The two of them leaned together as if no one else was around, as if they couldn't talk enough. Even if the topic was interrupted and they just looked at each other, they felt that the time together passed very quickly.

If Fred and George hadn't made a scene and reminded them that the dinner was about to begin, Albert estimated that the two could have stayed together until the evening at least.

Dumbledore gave an important instruction at the dinner party, which was: "Eat!"

It seems that because the school has sufficient funds, the meals cooked by the house elves have a higher proportion of meat and vegetables.

Albert grabbed a chicken leg and stuffed it into his mouth. The chicken drumstick in his left hand and the roasted pork knuckle in his right hand. Ron was startled by this momentum. There was nothing he could do, part of it was his money, even though he would never get it back. , but if you can eat a little more, just a little.

Not to mention, the roasted pork knuckle tastes really good. It’s crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. The meat is full of spices, and the aroma of the pork knuckle itself is not covered. When you bite it, it’s crispy, tender, elastic, and full of layers of flavor. Wave after wave hit Albert's taste buds.

"It's really delicious. I didn't expect to eat such delicious British food here." Hermione commented.

Albert exposed it ruthlessly, pointing to the few pork knuckles left on the dinner plate, "This is a German dish."

"..." Hermione was silent for a moment, shook her head, and said disappointedly: "It makes sense."

I don't know whether I should be happy or cry. There are only two days of classes in the first week after the Christmas break, and it's another Hogsmeade weekend.

Except for couples and a very small number of students who have never been to Hogsmeade, most students' novelty towards Hogsmeade has worn off.

Seeing the sky getting dark, Albert and Hermione reluctantly left Mrs. Puddiff's teahouse.

Strangely enough, the two of them were actually discussing a thesis on Transfiguration in the teahouse. Perhaps they felt that the atmosphere in the teahouse was quieter than the Gryffindor common room and noisier than the library, making it more suitable for discussion and study.

After dinner, when they returned to the lounge, Harry walked towards the two of them, looking excited, as if he had discovered something big.

"Albert, Hermione, you will never believe it, I found out some big news!"

Albert patted Harry on the shoulder, "Don't get excited, sit down and talk slowly."

After sitting down, Harry's legs couldn't stop shaking, "I know everything, I know everything!"

"Oh?"

"Yes, Sirius Black is the murderer and an out-and-out traitor. Thirteen years ago, he acted as the secret keeper and then turned against Voldemort and revealed the hiding place of my parents to Voldemort. So Only my parents were killed by Voldemort...

It's all because of that traitor!He also brutally murdered my dad's best friend, Peter Pettigrew. "

Albert choked and coughed twice, "How do you know this?"

"Today is Hogsmeade weekend. Fred and George gave me a map that can show the names and locations of people around Hogwarts. I put on the invisibility cloak and followed you..."

Halfway through Harry's words, he saw the fierce looks in Albert and Hermione's eyes and waved his hands quickly.

"I just followed the Three Broomsticks pub, saw Hagrid, Professor McGonagall, and Minister of Magic Fudge, and overheard them talking. They told me this."

With that said, Harry took out a roll of parchment from his pocket and lit his wand on it.

"I solemnly swear that I will not do good deeds."

A pool of ink spread out, and the four raiders paid their respects one after another.

Albert pointed to a corridor in the castle and said with "great surprise": "Are you sure they are accurate?

Look!

Peter Pettigrew's name is on it. Isn't he dead? "

Harry also hesitated: "Ah this!"

This map helped him avoid many dangers today. It showed many secret passages in Hogwarts that he had never seen before. But now, he had doubts about this map.

How can the dead come back to life?

"Could it be that the map is wrong?"

"You're still naive, Harry."

"An Eastern philosopher once said that practice is the only criterion for testing truth. Look at where he has stopped. You will know if the map is wrong as soon as you go there." Albert encouraged.

Peter Pettigrew's name was lying quietly in a corner of the corridor on the third floor. I don't know if it was because he was tired from too much exercise and wanted to take a rest.

"But it's past curfew now, and you will get points deducted if you go out again!"

Harry looked at the small crack in the door to the common room, and the painful experience of being deducted fifty points in his first year suddenly began to attack him.

Hermione took the Marauder's Map in her hand and examined it carefully. She lowered her head and said nonchalantly: "Don't be afraid. As long as you are not discovered, it is not up to us to decide whether you are traveling at night or not?"