Harry Potter: I'm the Rolling King at Hogwarts

[Ranked first in grade in the final exam and completed all O tasks, and the magic reserve upgrade reward has been distributed. 】

Professor McGonagall sent a notice to every student:

Little wizards are prohibited from performing magic outside of school. Once discovered, they will be given a warning or, at worst, directly expelled.

"Each of you has traces on your body. He can sense whether you have used magic. I advise you not to try it yourself. The result will not be that you will be happy." Professor McGonagall said.

It was rare for her to be happy, and now she looked energetic when walking in front of Snape. Snape's frown and droopy corners of his mouth and eyes still couldn't stop her from smiling crazily.

After hearing what she said, everyone was quite frustrated. It would be so boring to not be able to use magic during the entire holiday.

"Professor McGonagall, if this happens, our transfiguration will deteriorate!" It was the Weasley brothers who spoke. Everyone laughed, wanting to see how Professor McGonagall would answer.

"Really, Mr. Weasley? If you really think so, I'm very happy, because I have already thought about what you should do during the summer vacation. I asked Albert before at a certain Transfiguration Club. ·Klein, he said that he would do twenty Transfiguration questions every day during the summer vacation, and also complete his Transfiguration thesis.

I think you should do the same. Even if you don't write a paper, you should still do these assignments. "

Professor McGonagall said, waving her wand, and a large stack of papers flew out of her office and flew into the hands of every Gryffindor. Everyone picked up a few papers equally.

【Ding!George’s negative emotions +2! 】

【Ding!Fred’s negative emotions +2! 】

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Under the glare of all the Gryffindor students, Albert and Hermione exited Hogwarts. They were greeted by Mr. and Mrs. Granger and Dean Thirwell.

"Look, Albert and Hermione have grown taller. It seems that the food at Hogwarts is good." Mr. Granger said.

But Mrs. Granger disagreed, "Nonsense, you see Albert has lost weight..."

Come here, kids. "Ms. Granger rubbed Albert's cheek affectionately, which aroused Hermione's dissatisfaction.

"Who is your child? Otherwise, let Albert be your son!"

"We had this intention for a long time, but it's a pity that Albert didn't agree. Otherwise, who would reject a well-behaved and cute little boy?" Mrs. Granger ruffled the fluffy brown hair on Hermione's head and said with a smile.

Finally, Albert, Sewell, and Hermione's family waved goodbye and returned to their orphanage.

In Albert's small room, the gray-haired old lady Serwell took out a letter from the drawer, "This is from Professor Wiles of the Department of Mathematics at Princeton University in the United States. It was sent to you not long ago. I haven't read it." , please take it apart and take a look.”

Opening the envelope, Albert read it carefully. The general meaning was that Albert had been a great help to him. After he published the proof of Fermat's last theorem, he won many awards. He deserved it and wanted to I share these awards with Albert, but there are many things going on. His child will be born soon. I hope to invite Albert to the United States as a guest to express my gratitude.

Albert thought about it and decided to go, but he couldn't go as an 11-year-old child. He needed to change his appearance and height.

He picked up the pen and wrote something on the paper, tied a small cloth bag to Ahri's leg, fed it a few small nuts, and patted its wings, "Go, Ahri."

…………

At midnight, Albert got out of bed and got dressed. The door of the orphanage was locked, so he had to climb over the wall to get out. On the way, he also picked up an abandoned brick and hid it in his sleeve.

Not long after walking out of the gate, I arrived at a secluded alley, and a man walked out of the shadows.

A short, unshaven man wearing a tattered coat.With two short bow legs, long and messy ginger hair, and a pair of swollen and bloodshot eyes, he looked as sad as a short-legged hunting dog.

"Mundungus Fletcher, where are the things?" Albert asked.

"Mr. Klein, I have already exchanged the rubies at Gringotts. The money is all here. Don't worry, not a word is missing...

How can I tell you to ask for the Apparition to move farther away? It turns out that you are an underage wizard and there is no trace to restrain you. "Mundungus took out a money bag from his pocket and took out a bottle of potion.

"To be honest, I don't understand why you need the invisibility potion. You can't use magic. Even if you drink it, what can you do if you are still so young?"

As he said that, Mundungus showed a lewd smile, looking like I knew everything.

But Albert noticed that he was holding a wand in his left hand, and the tip of the wand was already glowing red!

Albert pointed suddenly behind Mundungus, "Professor Dumbledore, why are you here?"

"What, Dumbledore, why are you here? Uh..." Mundungus heard the familiar name and turned his head but saw nothing. He only felt a blow to the back of his head.

As if a large truck hit the back of his head, Mundungus spun around and was hit on the back of the head again. He fainted completely, staggered and fell to the ground with a "plop".

Throwing away the bricks in his hand, Albert rummaged through Mundungus's pocket and found another bag of gold galleons, "I knew it, and you still call yourself a craftsman, a gentleman on the bridge, how could I not know what kind of virtue you are?" ?”

He took out the invisibility potion he got from Mundungus and poured Norbert's dragon's blood into it. It suddenly boiled and the test tube kept bubbling.

After nearly a minute, the magic potion in the test tube finally stabilized, and it took on a blood-red color and looked very beautiful.

Albert dipped the tip of his Thunderbird wand into a circle, drew a circle on his right wrist, drank the potion in one sip, pointed the wand at himself, and murmured:

“shieldhidideconcealobscure…”

A golden thread in his right wrist lit up, then gradually faded away and disappeared.

Albert knew that this was a sign that Tracer had been blocked, and it was effective for three months, which was enough for him to be happy during the summer vacation.

At the same time, in the office of the Abuse of Magic Department of the Ministry of Magic, a big pink toad raised its head. She seemed to feel something. Normally this meant that a little wizard was stealing magic, but this time Trace returned to silence after a little movement. , what a strange thing.

Forget it, the big toad shook his head, straightened the tie on his chest, and thought about how to please Fudge, the Minister of Magic.

The perspective returns to Albert. His spell casting will no longer be monitored by the Ministry of Magic. At this moment, he is holding a wand in his hand and looking down at the unconscious Mundungus.

"Fortunately, I was prepared, otherwise you would have succeeded tonight. Not only would I have lost a lot of money, I would have been warned by the Ministry of Magic and even expelled from Hogwarts."

"Everything is forgotten."