Azkaban: The Fifth House of Hogwarts

September 1991, 9, happened to be a Monday. There were no classes scheduled for the entire morning. This gave the new students at Hogwarts a buffer time so that they could adjust their schedules and prepare for the school day.

The potion given by Snape was indeed very effective. A good night's rest made Rollo very energetic after waking up. The remaining bitterness in his mouth last night had also disappeared. His empty stomach made him eager to go to the auditorium. Enjoy today's breakfast.

At this moment, Rollo looked at his dormitory. The color scheme in the dormitory was very consistent with Slytherin's green and silver colors. Outside a glass window that could not be pushed open, there was also the underwater scenery of the Black Lake, and the bright sunshine penetrated through it. The light falling into the dormitory due to the lake is much weaker, so even during the day, lights are on in the dormitory to provide more lighting.

Being underground, there is no feeling of dampness or darkness in the dormitory. Instead, it has a translucency washed by the lake water.

There were four single beds with curtains in the dormitory, but he was the only resident. Although it was a little deserted, it also gave him a lot more freedom.

If he and Draco were assigned to a dormitory, Rollo doubted that Crabbe and Goyle would squeeze in together. It would be hard to imagine those two sturdy fat guys not snoring at night.

After taking out the suitcase from his wallet pocket and washing himself briefly, Rollo left the common room and walked out of the underground classroom toward the auditorium on the first floor.

He met many Slytherin students along the way, but there were only a few point-and-point discussions. Perhaps this was the tacit understanding among the little snakes, although there were also some self-defeating ideas. .

Morning classes at Hogwarts are scheduled to start at nine o'clock. At around eight o'clock, students will come to the auditorium to have breakfast. Hogwarts occupies a huge area and the internal roads are quite complicated. Go to the classroom half an hour in advance. It has become the norm for students.

It was just after eight o'clock, and the auditorium was at its busiest.

"Hey, here!"

Before Rollo could reach the Slytherin table, he saw Draco waving at him and beckoning him over.

"Good morning, Draco."

Rollo sat opposite Draco. There was no room beside Draco who was surrounded by Crabbe, Goyle and Pansy in the middle.

"Good morning, Rollo." Draco put down his fork and said cheerfully, then pointed to the sides, "This is Crabbe, Goyle, and Pansy."

The two hungry men who were bulging their cheeks and stuffing food into their mouths didn't notice Draco introducing himself to others. The diligent look of them immersed in eating made it easy to understand why they were so big.

As for Pansy, this girl with fluffy curly hair must have finished her breakfast, but she has not been idle. She has been lovingly by Draco's side. When she heard the introduction, she just nodded slightly, and then She continued to express her "joy and love", and from time to time there would be low "chuckling" laughter.

This scene was a bit difficult for Rollo to accept, but Draco seemed to be used to all this. Perhaps he was born in the Malfoy family, and he had been receiving the envy and admiration of others since he was a child.

"Yesterday I saw that you went to bed early and didn't look for you, but do you want to try it today? There are no classes in the morning, and there is only one class with Ravenclaw on the History of Magic in the afternoon. I also have a lot of free time in the evening. I have already planned it. It’s—”

The smile on Draco's face froze at this moment. His face suddenly froze, he stiffened his neck and slowly turned his head, casting his eyes on Goyle beside him.

"are you a pig?"

Draco's eyes widened and he spoke in a tone of disbelief. However, Goyle, who was immersed in the meal, didn't seem to notice anything wrong. He muttered indistinctly, seeming to say 'Wait until I finish this steak. '

"Forget it, don't be angry Draco."

Rollo retracted his hand holding the fork. Just when he was about to take a piece of steak and put it on buttered bread to make a sandwich, Goyle, who seemed to be a little protective of his food, reached out with his hand that was holding the sauce as fast as lightning. Rollo left a few drops of oily gravy.

The little brother who was introduced to them just a second ago actually did such a thing. As their master, Draco couldn't help but have a black cloud of anger on his face at this moment.

"Eat, eat, eat, you know how to eat, you stupid pig."

An angry Draco gave Goyle an elbow. Goyle, who was knocked out of a dry state, raised his head in confusion. When he looked at Draco, he licked his lips innocently, his square head full of doubts.

"I can't survive you idiot!"

Draco, who was a little disgusted, glared at Goyle hatefully, but still failed to understand the situation, he just said a vague "Oh" and then continued to work hard.

“A lighter breakfast would be nice.”

I scooped out a spoonful of raspberry jam and spread it on the bread. I ate it with warm milk and it was quite delicious.

But after such an unpleasant episode, Draco did not continue teaching him how to ride a broomstick with Rolotti.

"But don't worry Draco, we can go without being so sneaky."

Rollo, who was half full after eating, sipped the remaining half glass of milk and spoke unhurriedly to Draco, who was slightly silent across from him.

"What?" Draco was stunned.

"I mean, there's flying lessons on Thursday and we'll be able to ride broomsticks then. There's no need to rush now."

"Those rags are not as good as the brooms I use to sweep the floor." Draco curled his lips in disinterest, but soon he came back to his senses, "You mean, Professor Snape agrees to your flying lessons?" Did you use Nimbus 2000?"

"You can understand it this way. Didn't he come to me yesterday? I just kept talking. Professor Snape is a good teacher and easy to talk to."

Judging from the current contact with Snape, Rollo really doesn't speak out of conscience. Maybe Snape is seen by students in other colleges as a sinister and vicious guy who is so bad that pus oozes from the soles of his feet, but as Slater Lin's Head of House, Snape, was quite defensive.

"Why didn't I think of that!" Draco patted his thigh excitedly, "My father knows him, and we have a very good relationship with him. I met him before school started."

"I should have thought that he would agree. If I had asked him at that time, it would have been okay."

The appeal of a Nimbus 2000 is definitely not low, not to mention that Draco is fully capable of buying one for himself, but he gave up buying it before because the first-year students could not bring it, but now he has found a roundabout way. After that, Draco's mind came alive.

"I want to write a letter to Dad."

Draco looked up at the door of the auditorium, where there were several entrances that could be opened like windows. The sound of flapping wings from far to near reminded people that the owl was coming.

The breakfast staples on the table have disappeared, except for those that have been taken and placed on the plate. The food on the public plate has disappeared. In order to avoid a bad situation when the owl delivers the letter items, it is necessary to clear the table. This also allows the elves enough time to prepare fruits and desserts after the main meal.

At least a hundred owls quickly passed through the entrance opened for them. As messengers from the magical world, these smart and cute little guys will not mistake their masters, but today, the owls seem to be a little absent-minded. anxious.

After quickly landing in front of their respective messengers and handing over the items, these little guys quickly flapped their wings and flew up. In the past, most of them would beg for a bite of bread or bacon and beef from their masters to satisfy their cravings. , but it didn’t happen today.

As if there was some silent understanding, after completing the task, the owls crowded together and flew towards the Slytherin table, pairs of cute big eyes blinking, impatient messengers They gathered in front of Luo Luo, tried their best to stretch out their necks, and let out cute little moans.

"What's happening here?"

Luo Luo, who was startled by the movement, was in a hurry. When the owl flew over, he secretly thought that something was wrong.

He has not forgotten that he is a descendant of Beifeng, and he is extremely worried that he will inherit the weird XP that is very different from normal humans, or even normal creatures.

Although he likes magical creatures and all kinds of small animals, and is full of love and exploration of them, this is not the reason for him to mount a gun on these little guys, and he himself cannot accept this weird setting.

Rollo's hands were placed under the table at the moment, and veins appeared in the hands holding his pants. When the owls flew over, he was extremely afraid of the possibility of abnormal reactions.

Although his soul is normal, this body... is not the original one from his previous life... Who can tell clearly about the body's instincts?

The Beifeng family has remained anonymous in the magical world for so many years. Maybe it's because it's hard to talk about, or maybe it's not accepted by the public...something special?

Regarding this, Rollo himself does not rule out the possibility, and the possibility is not low.

When he was surrounded by a swarm of owls, Rollo, who was almost about to run away, was surprised to find that when he saw the inhuman creature... he didn't have any abnormal impulses.

At least his body was honest and his mind was pure. When he saw these slaves behaving cutely and wooing him, he didn't feel as excited as when he saw a beautiful girl in a 34E swimsuit on the beach.

If there are any different emotions, does being close count?

Rollo ignored the commotion and discussions among the people around him. After a brief hesitation, he stretched out his right hand and gently rubbed the owl closest to him.

It was a snowy owl with white feathers, particularly eye-catching among the brown owls.

"Are you here to say hello to me?"

When meeting these well-behaved and enthusiastic messengers, Rollo seemed to vaguely feel their mood and simple thoughts at the moment. It was a kind of pure joy, and he couldn't help but feel close to him after seeing him.

"What a bunch of good kids."

A smile appeared on the corner of Rollo's mouth at some point. The owl he gently stroked left obediently, making room for his companions, so that they could also have the opportunity to come forward and contact the person they wanted to say hello to. Fan.

He was a little hesitant at first and his movements became much calmer when he realized something in his heart.

What bad intentions do the cute owls have? They are just a group of good children who politely come over to rub their heads.

Although Luo Luo received a surprised look at this moment and became the focus of the entire auditorium, under the current situation, he didn't care whether he kept a low profile or not. Anyway, that was already impossible.

In this case, it is better to find out what is wrong with him and what happened. The owl's unusual closeness is still somewhat eye-catching even if it is thrown into the magical world.

The commotion only lasted for a few minutes, and Rollo sent these cute little guys away. There were inevitably a lot of feathers and scattered excrement left on the original dining table. Birds are full of guts, and there is nothing they can do if they can't hold it back. .

But the next second, the mess on the table was cleared up instantly, and plates of after-dinner fruit snacks appeared one after another.

"I'll leave first if I have something to do."

Before Draco and other curious classmates could ask, Rollo stood up and left the table, picked up an apple and walked towards the main entrance of the auditorium.

Anyway, there are no classes in the morning, and there are still more than five hours before the History of Magic class starts in the afternoon. This time is enough for Rollo to sort out his thoughts, and even explore the mysteries of his own strangeness.

Rollo left the auditorium in a hurry and left everyone behind. He strode out of the gate of Hogwarts Castle and walked forward along an inconspicuous path.

Not long after, the border of a dense forest appeared in front of him. In the northeast farthest away from the castle, there was a stone house. Although it was the first time he saw it, if nothing else, it was Hagrid's hunting ground. cabin.

And closer to the castle, there is a willow tree that is much taller and much larger than the trees in the Forbidden Forest. Its branches are fluttering in the wind. It is the famous Whomping Willow of Hogwarts. On the south side of the willow, Professor Sprout's greenhouse can be vaguely seen.

Rollo hesitated for a moment at the fork in the path, then strode towards Hagrid's hut.

"Anyway, Fang doesn't bite. It would be nice to get to know Hagrid and ask him for directions."

While muttering quietly, Rollo quickened his pace and moved forward eagerly.

Although this slightly crooked stone house is a single room, it is almost comparable to a small detached villa. The single wooden door alone is almost three and a half meters high, and the door panel has been removed. It can be used as a simple boat.

Large-scale plantations were opened on the left and back sides of the property. The long fence stretched out for more than a hundred meters, and the crops growing vigorously inside could be seen through the gaps.

"Ya Ya! Don't run around. I'll kill the wild boar. I'll scare you. Come back and don't run away. Where are you going? Come back Ya Ya!"

A loud and rough voice chased a strong Neapolitan Mastiff out of the fence behind the hut. The big dog with a ferocious face leaped into the air nearly two meters in the air, and with a 'whisper' it jumped even further. After getting out of the fence, he ran away in the direction of Rollo.

"You idiot! Come back!"

A huge furry head poked out a corner. When Hagrid's dark eyes saw this scene, he was startled.

The outer wall of the fence collapsed with one foot. Hagrid ran over at a speed not much slower than the big dog. He could take four or five steps of an ordinary person in one step. Hagrid's seemingly clumsy figure actually had something other than... of agility.

"Be careful! Get out of the way!"

Hagrid, who was unsure whether Yaya had suddenly gone crazy, shouted loudly as he rushed over. The huge sound disturbed the birds in the forest behind him, and for a while, the quiet forest became lively.

"Don't just stay there, get out of the way!"

Seeing that Yaya was about to knock down the boy in front of him, Hagrid's voice became a little more anxious. At this moment, he even came up with the idea of ​​​​arranging an iron pot for Yaya to take a good bath.

When did Yaya become so brave when he was able to be scared by a rabbit emerging from the grass while peeing on a tree stump and ran home wildly?

Even though he had endless doubts in his heart, the facts he saw now made Hagrid extremely embarrassed.

The boy stood motionless, just watching the big dog, which stood as tall as everyone else, quickly approaching. There was no panic expression on the boy's face, nor did he look like he was frightened. Hagrid's My mind was spinning very fast at this time, constantly refreshing my limit of brain use.

The galloping mastiff suddenly braked when it was about two or three meters close to Rollo. The big dog, which almost sat on the grass, plowed a messy track on the lawn. It stuck out its tongue and gasped, and its teeth jumped again. He jumped and circled around Rollo again, his happily waving tail spinning like a small propeller.

"Wang woo~"

Yaya, who sniffed around Luo Luo's feet, squatted down in front of Luo Luo and let out a low but cheerful cry.

"Boom~"

A louder muffled sound came, almost shaking the ground. Hagrid, who was not paying attention under his feet, slipped and fell heavily on the grass. His mouth was slightly open, and he stared dumbfounded at the man who was trying his best to act cute. The fawning teeth, while the mouth was sore, the brain also became a mess.

"Are you OK?"

Looking at Hagrid, who was more than two meters tall, sitting on the ground, Rollo spoke cautiously. Although he knew in his heart that Hagrid was a good person, what he saw in books and movies was nothing like what he saw with his own eyes. So real.

The Hagrid in the movie is at most a bit taller than an ordinary person, but his body shape is not too exaggerated, but he is a real mixed-race giant...

He was about 1.5 meters tall, with a shoulder width of over [-] meters, and a physique so strong that he could slap a cow to death... The shock given to Rollo when he saw it with his own eyes was absolutely extraordinary.

"I?"

After about two or three seconds, Hagrid came back to his senses and pointed at himself.

"Of course I'm fine, kid, I was just careless, careless..."

With a casual push on the ground, Hagrid's huge and burly body stood upright, casting a huge shadow that directly covered Rollo's body.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I mean... Yaya is very timid and would never chase him out like this. This was an accident, right? Didn't it scare you, kid?"

A somewhat flustered Hagrid opened his mouth to explain, and as he bent down, Yaya was picked up by him like a little chicken, without any resistance at all.