Harry Potter: I'm the Rolling King at Hogwarts

"Bloody, it's time to change the broom in your hand. No one will use such a bad broom. Look at the equipment my father has equipped Slytherin."

The seven people lifted their broomsticks forward together. Seven brand new, smooth and shiny broomsticks, and seven lines of beautiful gold letters "Nimbus 2001", dazzled the Gryffindor players' eyes in the morning sun.

"The latest model, it just came out last month," Flint said nonchalantly, lightly dusting off a bit of dust on the top of his broom. "I believe it is much faster than the original Nimbus 2000 series. As for the old-fashioned "Sweeps series," he smiled maliciously at Fred and George, who each held a handful of Sweeps in their hands, "use them to sweep the floor."

The Gryffindor team members were speechless for a moment.Malfoy smiled so happily that his cold eyes turned into slits.

Albert, Hermione and Ron all walked off the stands and onto the stadium lawn.

Hermione pointed out the problem pointedly: "At least every member of the Gryffindor team is admitted based on their ability, rather than relying on money to join the team."

Malfoy's proud face darkened, and he said harshly: "I'm not asking for your opinion here, you stinking little mudblood."

Under the tutelage of Malfoy, Draco Malfoy has always looked down on Muggles and Muggle-born wizards, but it happened that the little witch and Albert he looked down upon had better grades than him. During the summer vacation, his father often had this with him. Talk about things.

This made Draco, who was still a little afraid of Albert, very angry. After being stimulated by Hermione, he lost his mind, forgot the painful lesson on the train, and blurted out some words that should not have happened.

He soon paid the price for his words, though the Slytherins rushed in front of him to protect him, and both Fred and George bumped into the troll-like Flint, about to give him a fat beating.

Two red lights shot at George and Fred, which were Expelliarmus. Slytherin did not talk about martial ethics and used magic first.

"We are wizards. We don't care about life and death. If you don't accept it, we will fight them!"

Someone shouted something, and Albert pulled out his wand, and two "Expelliarmus" red lights flew out.

There were also students from Slytherin House who were watching, and they also joined the battlefield. Two senior students took action to block Albert's curse.

"What? How come your spell is so powerful!" They were shocked. This was not the power that a second-year student should have at all. In that moment, they were reluctant to accept it.

If they blinded their eyes, they would even think they were standing opposite Professor Snape!

Albert sneered in his heart, was he really joking about being the "Snake Killer"?

All the Gryffindors and Slytherins present pulled out their wands. I don't know who made the move first, and the magical light rain instantly covered the playground.

Seniors versus seniors, Expelliarmus and Stunners, juniors versus juniors, stiff-legged stand-ups, grins, tarantellas, and sticks stuck in front teeth.

The scene was chaotic. Some magic spells were shot onto the ground, exploding the turf and causing dirt to fly. A few wizards wearing brown and blue school uniforms joined the fight on the sidelines.

"Smashed to pieces!"

A white ball of light flew towards Albert, but was counteracted by him fainting.

The opponent in front of him was a seventh-year Slytherin student. If he remembered correctly, he had met him in Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration Club.

Just now, there was a fifth-year Slytherin, and now there is a seventh-year Slytherin. It's really a fight between the younger and the older, isn't it?

Albert was very frustrated in this battle, because with the blessing of "Venomous Snake Killer", the power of his spells was greatly improved, and he did not dare to release more lethal spells.

I was afraid that if I killed a Slytherin, it would be difficult to deal with it.

Even though he didn't use all his strength just now, a shot of "Expelliarmus" hit him. After the fifth-year Slytherin was disarmed, he flew backwards a few meters and knocked down several teammates who were still focusing on the wave.

Hermione faced off against Malfoy. The little witch's strength was not something Malfoy could withstand. After a while, Draco grew long front teeth, grinned stupidly, and started dancing the tarantella.

When Harry Ron faced Crabbe and Goyle, he probably felt that holding a small wooden stick was not enough, so they started to use their fists. Ron inherited his father's excellent boxing skills, and he was on par with Goyle.

Now Slytherin and Gryffindor were in a stalemate, and members on both sides were disarmed and knocked unconscious from time to time.

Seeing this situation, Albert thought to himself: The teachers will be coming soon, and we must make a quick decision.

It’s time to use wide-area AOE damage!

One-on-one, point-to-point output is too slow, not like Albert's style at all.

Among tens of millions of people, they foolishly use their wands to spray green light and collide with other people's red lights. This is something only a noseless fool would do.

In team battles, if you want to solve the battle, you have to rely on transformation.

Albert lowered his center of gravity and squatted down to avoid a spell from his opponent. The unknown player behind him screamed in pain and inserted the wand in his hand into the ground.

"Villa Vito!"

The green grass on the surrounding lawns grew suddenly, becoming interlaced with blue and green, and each blade may eventually grow up to two meters high.

"Twist!"

The giant magic grass received Albert's instructions and entangled the Slytherin students nearby.

Countless huge, long and wide blue-green wild grasses tightly entangled the Slytherin students in the field. The wands in their hands fell to the ground because they were unstable, and were rolled up and stretched by the deformed grass. Finally, it was handed to Albert's feet.

At this moment, the various wands at Albert's feet were piled up into a hill, which looked quite spectacular.

All the Slytherin's eyes were fixed on Albert and the pile of wands. They couldn't understand why they were suddenly wiped out after they were fighting well.

Or by a little-known kid in second grade?

"Now you have two options...

First, I destroyed your wands. "

Before he finished speaking, there was an explosion in the crowd of Slytherins, and they struggled to twist in the entanglement of countless grass.

"No, you can't do that!"

"My dad will hear the news..."

Albert pressed down with his left hand and waved the wand with his right hand to levitate the pile of wands and float them in front of the Slytherin students.

"Second, sign a contract with me. You can get your wand back, and then each of you will pay me 15 Galleons."

"That's impossible! It wasn't even this expensive when we bought it from Ollivanders!"

Albert released his "loud voice" to himself, instantly covering all the complaints, "You have no choice, don't even think about dragging the teacher over!

Make your choice now, immediately! "

"That's right, if you don't do it, Fred (George) and I will throw big shit eggs at you!" Gemini supported from behind.