Azkaban: The Fifth House of Hogwarts

What does it feel like to enter the Forbidden Forest openly?

Maybe the Weasley twins didn't have the opportunity to experience it. If Rollo were to say it, there is only one word: fun!

When Dumbledore brought Rollo to Hagrid's hut, Hagrid was shocked. He thought he had taken the Chimera and the Manticore out of the woods. knew.

Although he was very confident about the safety and security, in the final analysis, Rollo was still just an embarrassing freshman who had only been in school for less than a day.

Just as he was racking his brains to organize the words, Dumbledore told him that Rollo could enter the Forbidden Forest with him in the future.

"What's the problem, Hagrid?"

Looking at Hagrid who was stunned in place, Dumbledore asked with some confusion.

"Oh! No, no doubt, Professor Dumbledore."

Although Hagrid, who suddenly came to his senses, didn't quite know what happened between Rollo and Dumbledore, the news was not a bad thing for him.

"Don't worry, I will definitely ensure his safety. Moreover, this child is very reassuring. He is very talented in interacting with these little cuties. He is really talented."

Hagrid, who patted his chest and assured Dumbledore, did not forget to praise Rollo. Although the two only met once and chatted for a few hours, their friendship had already been established quite firmly.

Friendships between men can be established quickly when they share the same hobbies. What's more, Rollo is still an adult wearing the cloak of a minor, and his words and discussions do not appear childish, which is an added bonus for him. item.

Who can say no to a friendly, polite and intelligent child?

"I'm relieved, Hagrid. I believe you can protect him, but I still have to say, just in case, don't bring Rollo into contact with those magical creatures that are too dangerous and ferocious for the time being, at least until he You need to pay attention before you have a certain ability to protect yourself.”

"Of course, of course!"

Hagrid nodded vigorously, "I won't let Rollo get to know those little guys who would be troublesome for me to deal with now. After all, their tempers are really bad."

Hagrid sighed slightly, "That five-legged monster, I have broken all five of its legs five times in a row, but it still disobeyed. A while ago, it tormented Aragog for smelling me. That’s enough.”

"Don't worry, Professor Dumbledore. I will definitely go for a walk in the woods these days to educate those bad-tempered guys and stop them from causing trouble."

Hearing Hagrid's words, Dumbledore's mouth twitched slightly. He knew that Hagrid was very powerful, but he didn't expect that Hagrid was actually of this level in the Forbidden Forest.

Fighting a five-legged monster in melee and breaking its five legs five times in a row?Is this something humans do?

Hagrid, who combines the advantages of giants and humans, really made Dumbledore refresh his knowledge.

"No matter what, safety comes first."

Dumbledore nodded and said goodbye to Hagrid, but before leaving, he glanced at Fawkes who was still in Rollo's arms.

"time to go."

Dumbledore spoke softly, but the beautiful golden-red bird didn't seem to want to talk to Dumbledore. Fox buried his head and pretended not to hear.

"Fox?"

Dumbledore, who couldn't laugh or cry, suddenly felt a little green on his head. They had just met, and the phoenix that had been with him for decades was gone like this?

A handful of bitter tears almost came out of his eyes. It was similar to the sadness of an old father watching his good daughter being kidnapped. Fawkes, who had a close connection with him, stopped pretending to be dead at this moment and rubbed his head against Rollo. After touching his cheek, it took off lightly, turning into a ball of fire and disappearing with Dumbledore.

"This is the first time I've seen Fox be so clingy."

Hagrid smiled cheerfully. He didn't notice Dumbledore's subtle emotions just now, but he just felt that Rollo and these cute little guys were quite destined.

"Then can I go to the Forbidden Forest with you today, Hagrid?"

After getting Dumbledore's permission, Rollo's desire for the Forbidden Forest became stronger and stronger, but at this time, Hagrid, who had always been very talkative, shook his head.

"I know you are very anxious, but it is not possible now. I promised Professor Dumbledore to ensure your safety, so it is not possible now."

"Start next Saturday, okay? I need to keep those disobedient little villains honest. This is important to us all."

It’s not surprising that Hagrid, who had taken Dumbledore’s instructions to heart, acted like this. After all, he was the first student approved by Dumbledore to enter the Forbidden Forest. As a gamekeeper, Hagrid naturally had to be more responsible, not to mention , Hagrid, who regarded Rollo as a close friend, was even more unwilling to let him encounter unexpected risks.

Seeing Hagrid say this, Rollo could only nod.

"Then we'll start on Saturday, but I have good news. You must like it very much, Hagrid."

"What good news?"

Hagrid, with a cheerful smile on his face, speculated: "Is it possible that you have a way to prevent the Weasley twins from sneaking into the Forbidden Forest? To be honest, I have been thinking about this since the day they entered school. It’s a huge headache.”

"You can have this." Rollo thought for a moment, and it was not difficult to send the twins away. He could help Hagrid when he had time.

"But what I want to say is..."

"Hogwarts is preparing to build a dragon training ground."

"What did you say!"

As soon as he heard the news, Hagrid jumped up violently, his dark eyes shining brightly. At this moment, Hagrid seemed to have been beaten to death, and even his breathing became heavier.

"Professor Dumbledore told you? What is going on? When will the dragon training farm be built? Where will it be built? Can I go? Even just to have a look, I can help!"

Hagrid, who was not very eloquent at first, fired off a series of questions. Rollo was stunned by these unexpected words.

"There should be no problem. I have discussed it with Professor Dumbledore before. I will pay for it, and Hogwarts will provide the venue and people. As long as the dragon training field is managed properly, it will be fine for students, professors, and even the entire school." It’s of great benefit.”

"But a dragon training farm should cost a lot, right?"

Hagrid looked at Rollo with some suspicion, "This is not a small amount of money. Even if it is a fire dragon egg, it can be sold for at least one or two thousand galleons on the black market. Regardless of life or death, there are many eggs that cannot be hatched. The bad guy who came out of the dragon.”

"What's more, it's a dragon training ground..."

Hagrid frowned with a troubled expression.

"Do you need my help? I can get rid of the things in the house. Although I don't know how much they are worth, I should be able to sell them for a lot. There are some things in there that even the old man Ollivander is greedy for."

"By the way, that carpet! Unicorn hair is worth at least seven or eight Galleons. I have a whole carpet woven with unicorn hair. This must be worth a lot of money. Although it is a little dirty, it can be washed. It can be used for washing, right?”

Hagrid, who wanted to clear out his family immediately, was about to turn around and go back, but his sleeve was pulled by Rollo.

"Don't worry about money. It will only be more, not less, and not enough. I have prepared 3000 million, and I will just add more when the time comes."

"But Hagrid, you can consider selling some of your inventory, such as that carpet."

There are not many floor decorations in Hagrid's house. If there is anything related to carpets, then it is only the dark black cloth placed in front of Hagrid's bed. I don't know how much mud and dust the carpet has been stained. If Hagrid didn't say it, Who would have thought that this thing is actually made of unicorn hair?

When it comes to spoiling treasures, Hagrid is second best, and there are probably not many people who would dare to be first.

"When the dragon training farm is completed, Hagrid, you can consider buying a fire dragon you like and raising it there. I think Professor Dumbledore won't mind."

"It's just one more pet."

"This is not a pet!" Hagrid showed a silly smile. He never thought that he would encounter such a wonderful thing.

"Dragon!"

"A strong and charming little fellow, whom I consider to be the prettiest and most beautiful of all things."

"It's a pity that the terrain of the Forbidden Forest is too complex and the creatures are too dense. The fire dragon will not choose to settle here, not even the Welsh Green Dragon who likes forests and lakes. There are no goats it likes here."

"My biggest wish in this life is to raise a dragon that belongs to me. I swear, this is definitely the best news I have heard in decades!"

"I can raise a dragon!"

"Ha ha!"

Hagrid let out a loud laugh and wanted to yell out the incident, but for some reason, he resisted the urge.

"I have to go into the woods, Rollo."

Hagrid reached out and patted Rollo on the shoulder, pushing him towards the castle.

"Come back to me later. I will take care of everything before then. Don't worry. This is the first day of school. I will write to you then."

Humming an unknown tune and walking like a stranger, Hagrid took out a giant bow that was almost as tall as him from the house and strode towards the Forbidden Forest. Who knows that today, that armor-piercing weapon is almost as thick as an adult's arm? Will the arrows be stained with the blood of some unlucky disobedient guy?

After watching Hagrid enter the Forbidden Forest, Rollo also set foot on the road back to the castle.

Hagrid is right. They still have plenty of time. They will not miss these four or five days. As a student of Hogwarts, Rollo still needs to take a good class. On the road to becoming a qualified wizard, there are Not only are there magical creatures, but there are also equally mysterious and wonderful magic potions.

Time slipped away secretly, and soon the next day came.

Saying goodbye to Monday, which only had history of magic, Tuesday’s classes became intensive.

The first thing to do was the Defense Against the Dark Arts course in the morning.

After seeing Quirrell's timid face, Rollo remembered the identity of the man in front of him.

He is a Jinchuuriki of Voldemort. Hidden under his hood is a large, shiny bald head, and on the back of the bald head is the face of Voldemort.

To be honest, what makes Rollo very interested in Quirrell is not that Quirrell's courses are very exciting. This stammering professor does not show how rich his knowledge accumulation is. His courses are just for a group of people. This textbook is recited according to the text, and with the blessing of stuttering, such recitation of the original text has become a mantra similar to chanting sutras, even worse than Professor Binns' class.

What interested Rollo was the sight of Voldemort stuck to the back of his head.

Obviously, Voldemort and Quirrell formed a very special parasitic or symbiotic relationship.

The two share the same body, and Voldemort, who seems to be a pendant, can even take over Quirrell's body when necessary and use unimaginable magical power.

This thing is interesting, very interesting.

The magical magic made two people who had nothing to do with each other merge into one, as if they were a match made in heaven. Rollo was very interested in the way Voldemort parasitized Quirrell.

Hagrid had talked with him about cross-species breeding, and Rollo, who was also very interested in this subject, naturally wanted to achieve this extremely difficult goal.

When he saw Quirrell, Rollo seemed to see a special answer waving to him.

If he figured out the secret of Quirrell and Voldemort's symbiosis, perhaps Hagrid's research would make rapid progress in a short period of time and cultivate some unexpected magical life.

After thinking of this, Rollo couldn't help but look at Quirrell with a bit of eagerness.

Quirrell, who was stammering while reciting from the textbook, suddenly felt a chill running down his back, but when he raised his head and looked around, he couldn't see anything wrong.

A poor lesson with no nutrition came to an end after wasting two hours of the little wizards' time. Through these two hours of thinking, a somewhat audacious plan took a rough shape in Rollo's mind.

But now is not the time to think deeply. The next class of Transfiguration will not be as easy as the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

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