Harry Potter: I'm the Rolling King at Hogwarts

At platform nine and three-quarters, Hogwarts train departs slowly and on time.

Retracting the umbrella that grew from the wand, Albert shook the damp suitcase, removed the water and moisture, and stuffed it under the seat.

Harry told Albert about a strange dream he had last night, "I dreamed...I seemed to have turned into a big python, crawling on the ground, and I saw Voldemort, and Peter Pettigrew...them They were plotting to kill me and to attack a man named Alastor Moody, but they failed..."

Harry recalled last night's dream, because it was so real that he felt like he was actually there.

"Those are all false, Harry, don't think about it." Albert changed the topic and silently recorded what Harry said.

It seems that Moody has not been transferred this year, but Voldemort should find another person to send Harry into the Goblet of Fire.

"Huh, how was the Quidditch World Cup?" Albert asked, with Hermione sitting next to him and Harry and Ron opposite.

"It's great. Although I support the Irish team, I have to admit that Krum is a genius. He is an aerial artist!" Ron said excitedly.

He danced with joy, recalling the scene in his mind, as if he saw Krum's heroic appearance on the Quidditch field.

"If I could see him up close, I would be willing to pay the price of being single for ten years. If he could come to Hogwarts, it would save me ten years of life!"

Albert didn't know if Ron's words were a joke or if he really set a flag. This did not prevent Albert from looking at Ron with strange eyes. From last year's Scabbers' return to now Krum's appearance in Huo Gwartz, Ron's mouth seemed to be open.

"Why are you looking at me like that? Did I say something wrong?" Ron wondered.

"Nothing..." Albert took a sip of pumpkin juice, "I heard Professor McGonagall said that she will give us a basic test at the beginning of school. How are you preparing?"

"I have only reviewed it twice. I don't know if I can pass the exam. Albert, do you think Professor McGonagall will make the papers difficult?" Hermione said uncertainly.

"Well..." Harry lowered his head and was speechless for a moment.

"Oh my God, how could I forget this!" Ron's expression looked like he had seen an Acromantula, full of fear, "My mother will definitely beat me to death when she knows my results! "

"Relax, Ron, isn't it just a test?" Albert tried to comfort him.

But this didn't work, and Ron still looked depressed: "I can't do magic spells, my transformation is fragmented, my potions collapsed, I can't memorize herbal medicine, astronomy is decadent, and divination is useless..."

"You think Professor McGonagall won't kill me, right?" Ron shouted desperately.

"Let's not talk about this." Harry lowered his head and reflected on how he spent this holiday. He was playing games and having fun for a while. The whole holiday went by so fast. He didn't study much. If God gave him another chance, then Harry will definitely...

Have fun!

Harry handed Ron a piece of pumpkin pie and immediately blocked Ron's mouth, "Look. Your little piggy, he brought you today's Daily Prophet."

"Piggy" is Ron's owl. After losing Scabbers, Ron has a new pet. You can rest assured that this owl is not an Animagus and Ron can sleep with him in his arms.

"Can I have a look?" Hermione asked. Ron was just eating pumpkin pie and had no time to talk, so he nodded in agreement.

Hermione opened the newspaper, and the first news that caught her eye was that Albert Klein became the seventh young wizard representative of the Wizengamot. He was the youngest young wizard representative of the Wizengamot in history, and he was also the youngest wizard representative of the Wizengamot. The first pure Muggle-born representative.

In the newspaper, Albert was wearing an elegant custom-made dress, standing in the center of the stage, waving his arms, high-spirited.

"When did you become the representative of the Wizengamot Young Wizards?" Hermione was shocked. She was not the two heartless people sitting in front of her. She understood the meaning of this title.

Let’s not talk about the power in Albert’s hands now, but historically speaking, there were 6 young wizard representatives in the past, which were very rare. Those who could reach this position under minors were all among the best.

Of the past six, four have become the British Minister of Magic or the Chief Wizard of the Wizengamot, and two have achieved academic achievements worthy of being recorded in history.

It can be said that when you become a young wizard representative of the Wizengamot, you pre-order the Chocolate Frog card in advance.

"Just a few days ago, Dumbledore was my recommender. Those people in Wizengamot are quite easy to talk to..." Albert said.

Harry and Ron were dumbfounded, completely unaware of the gold content of this title.

At this moment, the door of the train compartment was violently pushed open. Albert stood up to see who had such a bad temper, and a head of light blond hair popped out.

It was Draco Malfoy, and behind him were two strong men, Crabbe and Goyle, looking menacing and looking for a fight.

A little doubt flashed in Albert's eyes, hasn't Draco learned his lesson yet?Draco was beaten badly enough on the train in the first grade, and Draco basically avoided him in the second and third grade. Why did he suddenly find trouble with him today?

Albert glared at Draco, making him feel stunned. Draco felt as if he was being watched by a pair of eagle eyes, and it seemed that he would soon be pounced by an eagle coming from high in the sky, or perhaps a male. The lion roars.

"Haha, don't think it's good for you to be a representative of young wizards. A mudblood like you will be liquidated sooner or later!"

Draco looked fierce, and said the cruelest words with the most cowardly face.

"Expelliarmus!" A beam of red light flew out of the wand and headed only for Draco. With the blessing of multiple buffs, even with his hand, Albert's attack was incredibly fast and powerful. Unparalleled.

Without much resistance, Draco was knocked out of the carriage and flew backwards, taking his two followers with him to the ground.

Draco moistened his lips with his tongue, was helped up by his two followers, and glanced viciously at Albert and the other three people in the carriage.

"You guys wait, my dad..."

After turning around and letting go of the harsh words, Draco fled in embarrassment with Crabbe and Goyle, and Ron touched the goosebumps on his arms in disgust.

"What kind of illness did he have today? How dare he come here to provoke."

After three years of getting along, Ron and Harry gradually became familiar with Draco's way of doing things. Although he wanted to provoke Harry, Draco generally did not dare to be presumptuous as long as Albert was around.

But today, Draco was uncharacteristically provocative not only in Albert's presence, but also against Albert himself.

Albert was not too angry because of Draco's dirty words. He was thinking about it at the moment, trying to find a basis for Draco's behavior just now.

As a Slytherin, Draco has grown up under the influence of pure-blood supremacy for a long time. The events that happened at the Quidditch World Cup may have an impact on him, and his father is very likely to meet Voldemort and let him I had the illusion that I (Malfoy) was okay again.