Harry Potter: I'm the Rolling King at Hogwarts

Chapter 63: Can a wizard’s matter be called plagiarism?

"Listen to me, Harry and Ron, you must make more noise later to hold Snape back and buy me time."

Albert patted the two of them on the shoulders, "Whether I can succeed this time depends on you two."

Harry looked uncertain and said unconfidently: "Is it really possible? But I think Snape will kill me..."

"You have to believe in yourself. Didn't Snape protect you during the last school year? Maybe you thought he was targeting you, but it was just an illusion of yours." Albert said in a sincere tone, making him believe it himself .

"But...why don't you go to Neville? All kinds of problems arise every time he prepares potions."

Several question marks floated over Ron's head. Although he was happy to see Snape suffer, he was still not happy to trade his own safety for it.

Albert shook his head and saw Neville in the distance. The memory ball in his hand turned red, but Neville scratched his head and had no idea what he had forgotten.

"That's a reserved item for Potions class. What you need to do is to add fuel to the fire when something happens to him. It's best to attract Malfoy's attention, so that when I get the potion ingredients, everything will be safe. "

Hermione drank a big mouthful of milk, and there was still a little bit left on her chin. She closed the potions textbook in her hand and said to Albert seriously: "It's wrong for you to do this. It's illegal to steal something." Okay, if discovered, Professor Snape..."

Albert covered Hermione's mouth, helped her wipe away the remaining milk, and signaled her to stop, "How can this be stealing?

Can a wizard's business be considered stealing?

This is taken!Yes take!

Besides, it’s not like I don’t give money. I’ve seen it. A whole Lovage plant sells for 5 gold galleons on the black market. I take two plants and he gives me a discount and gives him 9 gold galleons. It’s very reasonable. . "

After speaking, Albert reached into his pocket and discharged nine gold galleons.

In the afternoon of that day, the class had been going on for half an hour in the Potions classroom, and Snape was patrolling the classroom to see if any little wizard was doing something wrong so that he could satisfy his "desire to talk."

"what--"

Neville screamed, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

A drop of miserable green potion dripped onto the back of Neville's hand. The fleshy back of his hand turned black at an extremely fast speed, and Neville let out a miserable howl.

"Idiot, I guess you didn't take out the pus from the bubble stem and just put it into the crucible to boil it, right?!"

Snape yelled at Neville, but this time he didn't deduct points from Neville. He was used to it, and it seemed that deducting points like this had lost its novelty.

He waved his wand, and the thick green liquid was put into a special brown bottle. Snape asked Neville's assistant Seamus to take him to the school hospital. Seamus suppressed his laughter. From the first grade to the present, He had never had a complete Potions lesson, so he didn't know whether to laugh or not.

Harry, Ron and Albert looked at each other: The time has come, take action!

There was another sound of the crucible touching the ground. Upon hearing this sound, everyone's hearts tightened, and they all turned their attention to Harry's table.

Sure enough, Snape became even more angry when he saw that it was Harry who made the mistake this time.

"Mr. Potter, two points will be deducted from Gryffindor for your stupidity!"

Harry's eyes were a little stiff. Didn't Albert say that it was an illusion that Snape was targeting him?This was different from what he said. He turned his attention to Albert's seat, which was empty.

"Potter! When I was talking to you, you didn't look directly into my eyes...

Because of your rudeness, Gryffindor lost another 5 points! "

Fortunately, Albert chose Harry and Ron. If he had put all his eggs in Neville's basket, he would be exposed now.

The two lovage plants in my pocket were lying there peacefully. The plan was successful, but it cost my classmates and college points a bit.

It was impossible for Snape to check his potion storage all the time. Maybe when he found out that he had lost something, it would be a few days later. By then, many classes had already taken potions lessons, and he would not be able to find out who stole it. Cleared.

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The time now is Friday, and Albert has just finished Professor Flitwick's Charms class. As usual, he was the first to cast a spell successfully, allowing Professor Flitwick to add 5 points to Gryffindor and exempt him from the spell. after class homework.

The potion for the blood contract is already being made, but it will take a while. The potion in the crucible is being boiled now. According to the book, it will take two days to cook and it will not be completed until Saturday night.

He is now sitting in the stands, and in the sky of the stadium, the members of the Gryffindor Quidditch team are training. According to Harry, Wood told them about the new tactics, which need to be tested several times before they can be stable. Defeat Slytherin and win the Quidditch Cup.

It is said that a few days ago, Slytherin's Quidditch team suddenly smelled a foul odor during training. Several of their players were distracted and bumped into each other because of the smell. They lay in the school hospital for two days before they recovered.

Just as the Gryffindor team was training in full swing, several uninvited guests wearing green robes came to the stadium, holding broomsticks in their hands.

"I can't believe it!" Wood said in an indignant voice, "I reserved the course today! We want to see it!"

Wood rushed to the ground, and because of his anger, he landed a little heavier than he expected.He got off the broom a little wobbly.Harry, Fred and George followed suit.

"Flint, I remember this is Gryffindor training time, please get out!"

Marcus Flint smiled innocently like a troll: "It's big here, Wood."

"But I've reserved the stadium!" Wood said sternly. He was very angry. No matter how big the training ground is, there can only be one team training. Are you here to take a peek at the tactics? "I've reserved it!"

"Oh," said Flint, "but I have a specially signed note from Professor Snape. I, Professor Sir Snape, have given permission for the Slytherin team to train on the Quidditch pitch today to train their new ball seekers. hand."

"You have added a new seeker?" Wood's attention was diverted. He had not heard the news beforehand. Slytherin did a good job of keeping it secret. "Where is he? Why can't I see the new seeker?" face?"

A boy with a lower altitude flashed out from behind the six tall players, with a proud smile on his pale pointed face. He was Draco Malfoy.

Then he realized something. Wood seemed to have unintentionally mocked his height just now. He saw that Harry, who was as tall as him in the Gryffindor team, had a lot of mental balance.

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