Harry Potter: I'm the Rolling King at Hogwarts

"Walk slowly, Mr. Scamander."

James weighed the money bag in his hand and smiled with satisfaction.

When the two of them walked out of the bar, Newt looked shy and said, "I didn't expect him to ask for so much. I will pay you back when I return to England."

Albert waved his hand. To him, being able to save some magical animals and experience another local culture was much more valuable than a few gold galleons.

James said he would give Newt a location and they would rush there now. Naturally, Albert couldn't help but feel uncomfortable again.

"Seriously, this Apparition is like...

The Muggle one rides a bicycle. Jacob once wanted me to learn that. I tried it, but it was really hard not to learn. Once I learned it, I could become one with the bicycle.

Once you learn how to apparate, you won't feel so uncomfortable. "

Newt patted Albert's back and looked at the dark house in front of him.

This is a suburb, surrounded by farmland. There are no other houses or other people. It seems very quiet.

There was a faint smell of blood in the air. Newt twitched his nose vigorously and frowned. He said, "This smell is very mixed. It doesn't seem to be just the smell of the blood of a magical animal. Be careful. It seems that Keller More brutal than imagined.”

The two of them pulled out their wands and cast the Iron Armor Charm in unison, obviously fearing that the magical animal dealer would lay a trap.

But the two of them were overthinking it. This was not so much his hiding place as his place of selling stolen goods. His place was semi-public, waiting for the dark wizards who were on the fringes of the law to come and buy magical animals. Design some self-defense magic.

Newt pushed open the rotten wooden door, making an unpleasant creaking sound. Albert felt as if his heart had been scratched by a cat. He felt depressed, as if a set of chains were binding him.

His wand was trembling, wailing, begging for mercy...

"Newt, do you feel anything strange?"

"No, apart from the smell and the dirty carpet, is there anything wrong?" Newt turned around and asked. His feet stepped on a carpet and he stamped his feet uncomfortably.

But before Albert could answer, a rough male voice came from the top of the stairs:

"Didn't I say I'm closed today, don't buy anything, go away, otherwise don't blame me for being rude!"

Then there was the sound of "thump, thump, thump" coming downstairs. A man with messy clothes and unshaven beard walked downstairs, his face showing an abnormal red color.

It is Keller, a famous magical animal dealer in the United States. He has always been single and has eccentric habits, but he can get many rare magical animals. Some Ministry of Magic executives received rare magical animals from him, so they turned a blind eye to his affairs. Turning a blind eye, in fact, his crimes were enough to warrant his execution a hundred times.

A hundred times ah a hundred times.

"Newt Scamander? Damn it!" Keller knew that nothing good would happen as soon as he saw Newt. He cursed, then took out his wand and pointed it at... Albert.

When he thought about it, he was just a little wizard who could easily solve the problem and even blackmail Newt Scamander.

"You know? The biggest mistake you made this time was to bring this little wizard with you. I advise you to leave quickly, otherwise the gun will go off and the little guy will be injured."

As he spoke, the tip of his wand lit up with red light, "Collapse!"

"Iron Armor!" Albert and Newt released the Iron Armor Curse at the same time, reflecting Keller's spell, and the red light returned to its original path and shot towards its sender.

Keller was shocked. He didn't expect a young wizard to have such strong reflexes. In panic, he took out a weak ash snake from his clothes and threw it out, blocking the blow for him.

"Damn it, how dare you!"

Newt was so angry that he attacked like crazy, and the spell rained down like brilliant fireworks.

People tend to lose their minds when they are angry. At this time, it is easy to lose the ability to observe the surroundings. This is the case for Newt. He did not notice any abnormal movement on the carpet under his feet.

The dark, furry carpet rolled up and turned into a big hand, grabbing Newt violently, making him lose his balance and about to fall.

When Keller saw that his plan had succeeded, he jumped at the opportunity.

"Avada Kedavra!"

A green light shot towards Newt, but unfortunately Keller forgot about Albert who was waiting for an opportunity.

"Veravito!" A wall was erected on the ground to help Newt block the fatal blow.

Keller did not expect this situation. His carefully prepared killing move was actually broken by a young boy, which made him angry.

As a result, a green light rushed towards Albert.

"Except your weapons!"

The red light and green light collided, bursting into dazzling sparks, and Albert and Keller began to interact with each other.

He didn't dare to use it against Quirrell before, but now Albert realized what it was like to use Expelliarmus to retaliate against the Death Curse.

It's not pretty, it's stressful, and Expelliarmus doesn't do much damage, but it's extremely insulting.

Therefore, Harry is partly responsible for Voldemort's dementia.

Imagine you have an AK-47, but the kid next door says he can kill you with a squirt gun. No one would be happy if this happened to you.

Albert and Keller were still in a stalemate, "Newt, why are you still standing there? Hit him!"

Newt was stunned. During this time, Caleb was focused on fighting with Albert and had no spare energy to deal with other things. It was a good opportunity to be the sixth child.

"Expelliarmus." The red light hit Keller's wrist, and the wand flew out and was caught by Newt.

Albert's attack was not blocked by the Death Curse, and it also hit Keller, knocking him far away, hitting the wall, and slowly sliding to the ground.

Newt controlled Keller, and the three of them walked up the stairs together. Based on Keller's performance just now, the upstairs should be where he hid the magical animals.

But Albert guessed wrong. There were only a few languid ash snakes here, like dehydrated cucumbers, listless.

Albert was young and didn't know the specific situation, but all this was seen by Newt. His eyes were filled with anger and he glared at the subdued Keller.

"Do you know how much psychological harm this can do to them?"

Newt raised his wand angrily, and Albert thought he was going to take action. Unexpectedly, Newt finally held back, "I will send you to the United States Department of Magic for trial. Don't even think about running away."

Albert wanted to ask where the captured magical animals were, but Keller kept his mouth shut and didn't say a word.

"It seems that you are very tight-lipped. Maybe you need my help?"

The tip of Albert's wand lit up with a little green light...

"Wait a minute, I say, I say, I say, don't do anything." Keller was frightened and revealed the place where he hid the magical animals.

It is the underground warehouse of this house, and there are many rare wild animals in it.

As soon as I stepped inside, I could smell the smell of blood and the stench of animal feces.

The restraint that Albert initially felt became more intense, the wand in his hand was shaking, and he was whimpering.

A big golden bird came into view, its beak was sealed, its three pairs of golden wings were covered with iron chains, and its feathers were stained with large amounts of blood.

Only those unruly vertical pupils stared at Keller with overwhelming anger...