Harry Potter: I'm the Rolling King at Hogwarts

Snape was extremely angry and said: "Is this just a prank product? I suspect it is a dark magic item with a strong disguise, Professor Lupin."

Lupine took the parchment in Snape's hand, shook his head and smiled, "If you insist on thinking so, Severus, I am the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts. I will take it back and study it carefully..."

Snape snorted coldly: "You'd better take care of yourself. You should pray that you won't show your teeth!"

He glanced at Harry, "And Gryffindor, 60 points deducted!"

After watching Snape leave, Lupine smiled relaxedly and said, "Okay, I think you should go back and rest. You can't be unable to sleep in the same way, right?"

"Of course not, we are looking for a dead man - Peter Pettigrew!"

Albert said slowly, and Hermione and Harry's eyes widened. They were obviously very surprised, and they didn't expect Albert to directly tell them their purpose.

You know, night outings are against school rules, and professors are naturally the defenders of school rules.

Regardless of whether the relationship between this professor and you is good or bad, you cannot, at least cannot completely reveal the purpose of the night outing.

Normally, experienced students would lie and claim to be sleepwalking when caught.

But now, as a nocturnal veteran, Albert actually told the truth directly, which surprised Harry and Hermione.

As everyone knows, Albert's wave is in the atmosphere.

Sure enough, when Albert said "Peter Pettigrew", Lupine was obviously stunned for a second, then came back to his senses and asked: "Peter? As far as I know, he is dead and was bombed more than ten years ago." He died, leaving only one finger.”

"But Professor, this parchment told me that it showed his name." Albert pretended to reveal everything unintentionally.

Doubts flashed across Lu Ping's pale face, and he said seriously: "Okay, it's very late now. You should go back to sleep. This parchment hides a big secret. I need to take it back and study it carefully." Ichiban.”

Harry and Hermione looked at each other, especially Harry. The Marauder's Map was to him what Jerusalem was to Western religions, and Tifa was to 3D.

Without the Marauder's Map, he would lose a lot of help in his future night travels.

Besides, this thing is not his, but was lent to him by the Weasley brothers. Now it has been taken away by the professor. How should he explain it to the two of them?

"Albert..." Harry looked helplessly at Albert. Albert had just closed the Marauder's Map in an emergency. It could be seen that the Weasley twins had also lent the Marauder's Map to Albert.

"Don't panic, this map is no longer very useful to them. They have figured out almost all the secret passages in Hogwarts, but..." Albert explained as he walked towards the Gryffindor dormitory. .

"But what?" Harry seemed to be grasping at straws.

"You also know that they want to open a joke shop and lack start-up capital. You may be able to give them some funding." Albert pointed out a clear way.

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For the next week, the students all saw Professor Lupine wandering around the castle, walking around with a blank parchment from time to time, and everyone was worried about his health.

For several years, they finally had a normal Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. They didn't want Professor Lupine to become insane due to the so-called curse of the Dark Lord.

Ron was still sulking at Hermione. He stubbornly believed that it was Hermione's pet Crookshanks who ate his treasured mouse Scabbers.

He glared at Hermione angrily, "It's all your fault. If it weren't for it, why would my Scabbers leave me? And you, how many times have I told you to take care of your cat, but you just don't listen!"

"Can you be more sensible? I've said it many times. Crookshanks has been in my dormitory recently and has never been out. It is impossible for him, and he has no time or energy to hurt your mouse!"

Hermione wanted to explain, but the angry Ron wouldn't listen.

"Reason, why do you want me to be sensible?"

Ron was hysterical and yelled: "I have raised a mouse for three years. Even a stone would be hot if held in my arms. Banban is my pet. He has been with me for many days and nights. I think of it being... How can I be rational after eating your stinky cat!"

Albert couldn't help but shudder when he heard Ron's words. A fat, middle-aged, greasy man had accompanied Ron through many days and nights...

"Be quiet, Ron. Your mouse has lived in your house for more than ten years. Maybe it has lived enough and died naturally. Think about it, your Banban is watching you in heaven. He probably doesn't want to make you so sad. …”

Ron yelled at Hermione. Although his lines and style were wrong, Albert couldn't sit still and spoke.

"The final exam is coming soon. Have you finished reviewing your textbook notes?"

Upon hearing this, the sadness in Ron's heart weakened a bit, and he shuddered when he thought of Mrs. Weasley's angry look when she saw his report card.

"I have a review plan!" Ron said harshly.

"Come on, you can be bullied in the future!" Albert encouraged.

He would never believe that Ron would review on time. He was very much like those college students in college who only study for two weeks a semester. They didn't even have the energy to open the textbook before the exam or the deadline.

Just like a vacation plan, the future can be deceived. Albert has always asked himself to relax for a while. As a result, for various reasons and excuses, Albert has been addicted to studying.

"Don't underestimate me, Albert. From today on, I, Ron, must work hard and work hard for a hundred days to achieve good results. From now on, I will go to the library and study hard!

Unless Scabbers comes back, I will..." Ron stood up abruptly, pointed his finger at the sky, and swore to Merlin and his golden galleons.

However, before he could finish the entire sentence, he looked at his trousers in surprise, where a gray mouse was crawling.

"Spotted!"

"It's great that you're back!"

Ron shouted excitedly, with a smile on his face, like a chrysanthemum, or a red chrysanthemum.

Albert was not Ron himself, and he didn't bother to use Legilimency to probe Ron's mind, so he didn't know how happy Ron was, but he could roughly guess that it should be double happiness.

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When I wrote "Albert pointed out a clear path", I suddenly remembered the screenshot my friend sent me, from Xiaohongshu, and took it out to make everyone happy.

To give a rough description, there is a picture where the sun's rays shine through the gaps between the fine leaves, leaving mottled light and shadow; in the morning after the fog, the sun's rays form beams of light in the air.

The following copy mentions these words: Darwin Effect…