Harry Potter: I'm the Rolling King at Hogwarts

The thick potion was boiling in the crucible. Albert tapped the wand, and the hot potion was drawn into the narrow-mouthed bottle in Albert's hand.

This is a height-increasing potion. After drinking it, you can increase your height within a period of time.

"Serwell, can you show me your ID?" Albert shouted.

After making a double copy of Serwell's passport, Albert said: "Serwell, maybe you will go to the United States for a while."

"..." The old lady's face was full of confusion and confusion, "I'm not going anywhere during this period."

"I'm going to the United States to find Professor Wiles. This is a big project to attract investment for orphanages!"

Even though she was confused, Sewell nodded. She trusted Albert, and since he was a wizard, he must have a way.

Finally, when the day of departure arrived, Albert opened the system panel.

[The strongest volume king system

Host: Albert Klein

Occupation: Wizard

Magic reserve: lv5 (350/10000)

知识理论：变形术lv4（3450/5000）、魔药学lv4（1500/5000）、魔咒学lv4（900/5000）、草药学lv3（999/1000）

魔咒：厉火咒lv5（706/10000）、守护神咒lv4（800/5000）、缴械咒lv4（460/5000）、神锋无影lv4（250/5000）、阿尼马格斯lv3（0/1000）……

Magic Item: Thunderbird Wand

Negative emotion value: 1994 (can be used to upgrade magic reserves, etc.)

Titles: Wizard of the Four, Wizard of Grandmin Academy, Troll Executioner, Master of Fantastic Beasts PUA, Dragon Knight, Viper Killer

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Albert added 1550 points of negative emotion value to Transfiguration to bring it to level 5. Herbology was just a little short, so he upgraded it as well.

"Veravito." Albert pointed his wand at his face.

Under the influence of the transfiguration technique, Albert's hair, facial features, and skin began to change:

His hair turned gray, his facial features changed into that of an old woman, and wrinkles appeared on his skin... He looked in the mirror, and except for his height, this was exactly Sewell.

After drinking the height-increasing potion, his body grew taller and finally stopped when it reached Sewell's height.

Ahem, Albert cleared his throat and could imitate the dean's usual speaking tone: "Serwell, come here and see if I look like you."

Albert's appearance frightened the old lady so much that the coffee in her hand spilled all over the floor, but she didn't care and asked in a trembling voice: "Are you Albert?"

Nodding, Albert stretched out his wand again and used the transformation spell on his clothes, turning them into the clothes Serwell usually wore, so that he could hide from the truth and cross the ocean as an old woman.

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After boarding the plane, Albert touched the gold galleons and dollars in his bag and felt relieved.

For the first time, he felt that finance in the wizarding world was also convenient, that is, a common currency was used all over the world. Unlike the world of ordinary people, it was necessary to exchange currency when going abroad, which was very troublesome.

Before taking off, Albert took out his paper on transfiguration and started writing it. Even if someone asked, he would just say that he was making up stories.

After several battles with Quirrell in school, Albert gained a deeper understanding of how to use transformation in battle.

“During combat, Transfiguration can not only be unleashed directly on a person, turning him or her into an animal, such as something like White Glaze;

Similarly, we can apply transformation spells to things around the other person. For example, we can use our hands on his clothes to turn them into ropes to tie him up;

Use deformation on the ground to turn it into a quagmire, a puddle, a mountain of swords, and a sea of ​​fire, making him feel pain; using deformation to create obstacles can restrict the opponent's movement, and can also be used to resist powerful spells, such as rope. Life curse..."

Albert was so mesmerized as he wrote that he completely forgot about the existence of other passengers around him.

It wasn't until the plane took off that he came back to his senses. He quickly put away the parchment and closed his eyes to rest. He worked overtime last night to make the height-increasing potion. He was afraid that there wouldn't be enough by then and the secret would be revealed.

In a daze, she felt like she was being patted. When she opened her eyes, she saw an old man in front of her. He was tall and thin, with some freckles on his face. His face was full of restraint, and she did not dare to look directly at him.

Realizing his identity, Albert coughed twice, pinched his throat and said:

"I'm sorry, what's wrong with you?"

The old man looked embarrassed, and Albert felt that he might have something to hide. Could it be that he peed his pants and needed his help?

"I'm sorry, if it's not convenient to speak, we can keep our voices down, there aren't many people around." Albert lowered his voice and almost whispered:

"Did you wet your pants and need my help? You are all elderly, so I can understand, but you can ask the flight staff for help. I am a woman and it is not convenient..."

After hearing Albert's words clearly, the old man looked even more embarrassed and flushed. He finally made up his mind and said:

"Sorry, I just wanted to ask, is this your thing?"

He was holding Albert's wallet in his hand, which contained gold galleons. It had been in the bag just now, but now it suddenly appeared in the old man's hand.

An awkward smile appeared on Albert's lips: "Thank you, how did you get it?"

To be sure, this old man was not a thief, but regardless of whether the old man in front of him saw the gold galleons in the wallet, Albert would forget about him.

He is not afraid of ten thousand, but afraid of the worst. The consequences of violating the Wizarding Statute of Secrecy are unimaginable. He is not a saint, nor is he Dumbledore. He does not want to meet Grindelwald, let alone see what the dementors look like.

He hooked his fingers and the wand appeared in his hand. Just when he was about to take action, the old man in front of him said apologetically: "Don't worry, I just used the Muggle Repelling Curse, they won't notice us. "

Albert stopped raising his hand and stayed stiffly in the air, neither moving nor moving. He could only smile awkwardly:

"Really? That's good, hehe, hehe..."

The old man noticed Albert's actions, and thought to himself that even though the old lady in front of him was very old, she was still very vigilant, but she would still be embarrassed if she wanted to take action against him, and smiled:

"Hehe, hehe...

Oh, by the way, I want to say sorry to you. Your gold galleons were taken by my pet Sniff, and I apologize for you on his behalf. "

As he spoke, he lowered his head, not daring to look into Albert's eyes. A black platypus-like creature poked its head out of his arms and nudged the old man's arms a few times, as if acting coquettishly.

"Is this a Niffler?" Albert's eyes widened. He had only seen this kind of creature in books before.

This little guy is a treasure hunter. What they like most is to put shiny things into their pockets. No one knows how many things they can hold in their little pockets.

"Sorry, it ran out of my box." The old man tilted his head to one side and said shyly. In fact, he had never looked directly at Albert, which made Albert feel that he was a deep sociopath.

Feeling that this old man was somewhat familiar, Albert asked: "Who are you?"

"My name is Newt, Newt Scamander."