Harry Potter: I'm the Rolling King at Hogwarts

Looking down the title, the printed font reads:

"Gilderoy Lockhart, a star in the wizarding world, is famous for his fight against dark magic, but from his words, his legendary experiences seem to be untrue.

According to the doctors and nurses at St. Mungo's Hospital of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Lockhart spent his days in bed talking to himself about how he got these stories - he visited old wizards and listened to their stories. adventure, and then cast the Oblivion Curse on them.

Thus, Lockhart rose to fame by stealing other people's stories and became an idol to little girls among the wizarding women.

Ron Weatherby, a second-year student at Hogwarts, said that his mother was a big fan of Lockhart, but she didn't expect him to be a big liar and burned all his novels at home in a rage.

It is said that an old wizard whom Lockhart once visited had a profound memory loss and could not always remember who he was. He once left home to go to Diagon Alley, then forgot the way home, and then disappeared, and was finally found. Time is dying...

Moreover, when he taught the Defense Against the Dark Arts class at Hogwarts, he did not teach the students anything useful. He was just performing a play for the students.

Today, these long-dusted stories are finally exposed to everyone. The author secretly believes that Lockhart has blessed himself with undeserved glory and sought fame, which not only deceived the public and kept everyone in the dark, but also caused many wizards to suffer. Because of the problem of memory damage, he should be punished!

Reporter: Rita Skeeter. "

Albert put down the newspaper and felt a little sympathy for Ron. He didn't expect that the first time he appeared on the Daily Prophet, he would be in such a social death situation. What was even more embarrassing was that Rita Skeeter also wrote his last name. wrong.

He didn't sympathize with Lockhart. Gilderoy Lockhart deserved it. He jumped around the school like a clown and finally got his comeuppance today.

I don't know what punishment he will get, but it is none of Albert's business. He is now looking at the "Encyclopedia of Ancient Magic Patterns".

This is a book recommended by Professor Flitwick, which is closely related to the origin of magic. It is also an elective course for the next semester, a textbook on ancient runes.

It's like learning a new foreign language. Fortunately, ancient runes are somewhat related to Latin. Albert learned some Latin in elementary school, so it's not particularly unfamiliar.

It is mentioned that some magic patterns have magical power, and through the arrangement and combination of these magic patterns, magic spells are born.

There are many runes recorded in the book, which are magic patterns. When Albert saw these groups of fonts, they looked like a painting. He remembered what he saw when Sander was reborn and signed the blood contract. That complex pattern.

He felt that it was a kind of magic pattern, because it was recorded in the book that the first batch of magic patterns with magic were mostly obtained and observed by wizards in nature.

From this, Albert became more convinced, but in order to explore the complex magic patterns, Albert needed deeper knowledge of magic patterns. Many of them could not be learned from books and needed to be taught orally by teachers.

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Time soon came to Friday, a bright noon. Albert drank a bottle of vitality potion in the morning. He was not very hungry now, but he was about to go to the Pig Head Bar.

Thinking of this, Albert had not finished drinking the firewhiskey that Aberforth Dumbledore gave him last time. Albert took a tentative sip, and the spicy taste made him unbearable.

But after getting used to the taste of that kind of spirit, Albert found that Fire Whiskey was really good and delicious. After drinking it, it was like swallowing a knife. It was very strong, and it was like burning fire, which was very refreshing.

An owl flew in outside the window, bringing gold Galleons from the Diagon Alley Potion Shop. This was the last time they mailed Galleons to Albert.

For more than a week, Albert has cooperated with that shop to sell Albert's "Various Potion". The raw material is 1 galleons and the selling price is 3 galleons. The potion shop in Diagon Alley draws 7 sigs. A bottle of potion can net Albert 1 Galleons and 10 Sickles.

The sales volume of the ever-changing potion is very good, and the demand at St. Mungo's Hospital is very high. Many children delay treatment because they hate the taste of the potion. Now with the ever-changing potion invented by Albert, all problems are solved.

Moreover, wizards in France and Germany have also begun to pay attention to this magic potion and are preparing to introduce it.

In order to meet the demand for potions, Albert had to spend a lot of time brewing them every day, so he recently bought a shop in Diagon Alley and a large bungalow in Hogsmeade.

One that sells finished potions can no longer let the medicine shop in Diagon Alley pick up Albert's wool.

Albert transformed the bungalow in Hogsmeade into a potion processing workshop, working in an assembly line mode, and recruiting some squibs to come in. The method of making a variety of potions is not difficult, and there will be no problems in one person and one process. It is completely achievable. mass production.

In order to stimulate the production enthusiasm of Squibs, Albert gave them a salary proportional to the potion they successfully made. Each potion was boiled and each person was given 5 Knuts.

After this, more galleons entered Albert's wallet, and the quality of life of the Squibs in the wizarding world was also improved. They were very grateful to Albert.

Albert couldn't help but sigh: There are really a lot of cheap labor in the wizarding world, and there is no need to worry about demonstrations by workers under his command.

Sander flew in through a large window that Albert had specially opened for it. It was half a man high and about four feet wide at the back of the house.

It had just returned from hunting in the Forbidden Forest. Recently, it had finally grown to its full size and its body had stopped growing. Otherwise, Albert's house would not be able to accommodate it.

"That group of Hippogriffs dared to steal prey from me just because of the large number of people. It really pissed me off! I've always been the only one, Sander, to gang up on others, and now they actually want to bully me together, Albert , when will we fight back and teach them a lesson!"

Sander flapped three pairs of golden wings slightly, causing a strong wind in the room. Its body could not be said to be very large, but it looked very intimidating and strong.

"You don't know, Aragog has a new love recently. He has completely let go of his previous wife. Now they have started laying spider eggs again. They are piled up in piles. It makes me suffer from trypophobia, so I I just struck him with a few bolts of lightning to prevent the Acromantula from expanding in the Forbidden Forest...

Do you think I did the right thing, Albert? "

Closing the book in his hand, Albert stroked his forehead with one hand, feeling depressed and speechless. It turned out that the local thunderstorm in the Forbidden Forest just now was caused by Sander. It was not as simple as "a few".

It's true that if you don't know how expensive firewood, rice, oil and salt are, Sander ruins his own financial path like this.

But Albert is not very angry. Now that he has his own industry, he doesn't care much about the venom of the Acromantula, just as little as possible.

"Okay, you should try less to tease Aragog from now on. Be careful of the day when he becomes ruthless and wants to attack you.

I'm going to the Pig's Head Bar now. You stay at home and remember to feed the two bats carrots. "Albert warned.

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Please take a look at the chapter comments. I started a topic there to collect magic spells and brainstorm ideas. I look forward to your ideas. Thank you.

As usual, there is another chapter, but a little later.