Azkaban: The Fifth House of Hogwarts

The two people, who were somewhat in a hurry, appeared quickly and watched Hagrid reach out and grab two huge trays with meat skewers as high as a hill stacked on them.

"Let's go to the garden behind. I've prepared firewood there."

The fence that Hagrid knocked down before has been repaired by him. There is a large amount of wood for fires scattered in an open space where the harvest has been completed. A simple but useful grill has also been set up and is waiting to be burned. The flame spreads the aroma of food in all directions.

"Has anyone learned the fire spell?"

After piling up the firewood and neatly stacking the meat skewers, Hagrid asked cheerfully.

"But isn't the levitation spell the only thing taught in Charms class?" Harry said to Hagrid, slightly surprised, "I haven't even learned the levitation spell yet."

"Hmm... maybe you could practice a little more, Harry."

Hagrid, who was used to Rollo learning whatever he needed and mastering skills quickly, didn't react at all when faced with a normal first-year wizard.

"Have you learned it, Luo Luo? If not, I can show you a little bit."

"I have learned the essential magic for survival in the wild. Fire, water, and shelter are the three basics of survival that are absolutely indispensable."

Rollo drew out his wand without hesitation and pointed at the pile of dry firewood:

"Burning flames."

A ball of flame appeared out of thin air, igniting the firewood placed by Hagma, and the rising flames licked the meat skewers above.

"I knew you could do it. Come on, I've prepared some butterbeer for you. I just bought it from Hogsmeade this morning. Don't worry, drink it, you won't get drunk."

Hagrid picked up a small box from behind the firewood pile and handed a bottle to everyone.

"Tell me, what's going on between you two? When Rollo told me this at first, I didn't quite believe it. Harry, you and Draco are both pretty good kids, what's the misunderstanding? Just say it."

Hagrid is happy to be a peacemaker. Although Malfoy's reputation is not very good, Hagrid can still feel Draco's sincerity. After all, the eyes don't lie, especially when Draco listens to him. When the story’s eyes light up with joy and excitement, it’s even less likely to lie.

For Hagrid, a child who really likes magical creatures and likes to listen to these stories is not too bad. He was misunderstood by his classmates and teachers because he raised Aragog, and Dumbledore gave him this Trust, and Hagrid was willing to pass this trust on to Draco.

"It was my problem in the first place."

Draco didn't hide anything and took the blame directly on himself.

"You know, Hagrid, the first time I met Harry was in Diagon Alley. We met at Madam Malkin's Robe Shop. At that time, I said bad things about you and made Harry unhappy. .”

"Is there still this matter?" Hagrid took his small wine bucket and took a sip happily, not taking this kind of thing to heart.

"Yeah, before I met Rollo and you, I felt that I was pretty bad at things. I heard from my father that you were a rough guy who liked to get drunk. I was like this to Harry at the time. Yes, but not now!"

Draco raised his head and looked into Hagrid's eyes, and said seriously: "I feel that the coolest person in Hogwarts is you. You can knock out those guys with one punch. It's so cool, right? Magic can You can’t do this!”

"What you just said sounds like what Lucius would say."

Hagrid laughed: "But you are much more lovable than your father. I'm not angry with you, as long as you don't imitate your father."

Hagrid, who clearly distinguishes between likes and dislikes, would not completely associate Lucius's badness with Draco, at least after getting to know each other.

"It's on the train later...I want to apologize to you, Harry. It was the way I spoke that made you unhappy."

Draco stood up and bowed, and apologized to Harry seriously. Such a formal move made Harry feel a little at a loss, and he quickly waved his hand to help Draco's shoulders.

"Well...it doesn't matter...I would also like to thank you for your help in Potions class, otherwise I wouldn't be able to answer even a single question...I would probably be detained..."

Realizing that he seemed to have made a mistake, Harry paused quickly. He glanced carefully to the side, but did not see Ron's face clearly.

"If Rollo hadn't reminded me, I might not have read the Potions textbook, and I wouldn't have been able to give you any help."

Draco did not take the credit, but introduced Rollo beside him to Harry.

"I think you will be familiar with him, right? The most eye-catching new student at the sorting ceremony, Rollo Selkas Sadwind."

"It's because of him that I realized my mistake. I don't want to be your enemy. Harry, are you willing to accept my apology?"

"Of course, it's just some misunderstanding, it's nothing."

After Draco realized his mistake and admitted it, Harry naturally had no intention of continuing to hold on to him. If Hagrid could get along well with him, then it would appear that Draco was not a bad guy. , he believed in his own judgment and also believed in Hagrid's judgment.

"Hello, Rollo, nice to meet you."

After clearing up the misunderstanding with Draco, Harry extended his hand to Rollo. To be honest, he was also very curious about this person. At least in the first week of school, he was the most discussed person in Gryffindor. The topic was the new student in Slytherin who was assigned to the Dark Lord's reserve team in Azkaban.

"In Potions class, thank you Draco for your help, but how did you know this would happen?"

"Draco told me before that he wanted to reconcile with you, so I went to make some preparations. After all, it's Harry Potter, so I'm quite concerned about it."

"Later I found out that your parents were students of the same class as Professor Snape. I asked Slytherin's ghost Barrow, and he told me that it was indeed the case, and that he and your father...had no relationship. how."

"Is that so, Hagrid? Do you know anything about my parents?"

Facing Harry's question, Hagrid nodded after a slight hesitation.

"James and Snape are indeed a bit difficult to deal with, but I don't know much. After all, I rarely go to school, and few people come here."

In fact, Hagrid and James had met many times and were even familiar with each other, especially Sirius and James, two daring guys. Hagrid often drove them out of the woods.

"So that's why." Harry seemed to understand why Snape was unhappy with him. After all, his father and him were enemies, and as the son of his enemy, it seemed natural that he would be wearing small shoes... .

"Well, Luo Luo, do you know why they have conflicts? I never know anything about my parents. I really want to know them, at least a little bit."

Except for the two blurry faces in his memory, Harry had no memory of his parents. This missing family affection was a luxury he had waited for a long time but could not get. He desperately wanted to fill the hole in his heart, but he couldn't. No one can help him.

"Well... maybe you don't believe it."

"According to my unreliable information, your father and Professor Snape... are actually love rivals."

"Pfft~"

The first person to spray out was Hagrid, who was drinking and listening to a short story. He sprayed a mouthful of highly potent dragon's blood vodka into the bonfire, and the explosive flames jumped up to more than one meter, almost killing his hair. It was lit.

"Who did you listen to?" Hagrid wiped the corner of his mouth with his sleeve. He really didn't know that such a thing happened.

"Bloodman Baron."

"This is the first time I've heard that someone can actually get help from Bloody Barro. He never pays attention to anyone. I didn't even hear him speak."

Hagrid, who was still in disbelief, took a sip of wine and swallowed down his surprise.

"I can testify to this." Draco said from the side: "After the sorting ceremony, Bloody Barrow took the initiative to chat with Rollo. This was unprecedented in Slytherin. It was at that time that I Those who know Rollo are really grateful to Barrow, I have to thank him."

"This...this...there must be something wrong with this! My mother seems to be a Gryffindor too, but why..."

Harry spoke hesitantly. He couldn't react to the shocking news for a while.

"Isn't this strange? Now you are also a Gryffindor, and we are Slytherins."

"The college only represents where we live on campus. Don't we also attend classes together?"

Hearing Rollo's answer, Harry seemed to turn a corner.

"That's true. It seems to make sense." Harry scratched his hair and looked a little confused. "So, do you think Professor Snape will target me because of this?"

"Hmm~" Rollo took a sip of butterbeer and nodded, "No man would look down upon the son of his love rival, right, but as a teacher, Professor Snape, even if he wants to target you, But he will also have a sense of propriety. After all, he is a teacher and you are his student. Asking questions in class is the easiest way to make things difficult."

"However, don't think too badly of Professor Snape. In fact, his questions in class are already conveying one thing."

Hearing such a statement, Harry couldn't help but pricked up his ears.

"The Asphodel that Professor Snape said actually refers to a lily that looks like a narcissus, and its flower language is 'my regrets follow you to the grave', while wormwood refers to absence and bitterness. sad."

"Your mother's name is Lily, and you should be able to understand the meaning of this sentence now, right?"

"He and your father are indeed love rivals, but they fell in love with the same person at the beginning, and that person was your mother, the lily in his mouth, Lily."

This huge melon shocked everyone present and made them unable to recover for a long time. It was not until Rollo began to use the floating spell to flip the barbecue that they slowly closed their mouths and fell into a new round of silence.

"If you can, try not to disappoint Professor Snape. Harry, his feelings for you are complicated, but I believe that if you can become an excellent wizard like your mother, Professor Snape will I’m happier for you than anyone else.”

"If you don't believe it, take a closer look at his eyes in the next Potions class. Human eyes can't lie, and only you can understand the words hidden in your heart."

"I... am... I... might..."

Harry opened his mouth several times, but still couldn't say a complete sentence. He finally learned some things about his parents as he wished, but the impact of this incident... was too great for him.

And in his heart, Harry suddenly thought of what the Sorting Hat said to himself: "Slytherin will help you reach glory, there is no doubt about it."

Maybe it's... related to Professor Snape?

After suddenly feeling that Snape was not so hateful, Harry seemed to be less resistant to opening the Potions textbook.

He secretly made up his mind that if Professor Snape continued to make things difficult for him during the next Potions class, he would answer with all his strength. He wanted to prove this, and he wanted to take a serious look at Snape. Look at the professor's eyes to see what he wants to say to himself.

After getting through this episode, several people quickly found a common topic. Whether it was Harry, Draco or Rollo, they all had a strong interest in Quidditch or broomsticks.

Especially when the barbecue still had to wait for half a day to be ready, after Rollo took out his Nimbus 2000, the enthusiastic and excited discussion started at this time.

"This is too close to the woods, no way."

Hagrid decisively rejected their idea of ​​trying to take off, "You will have flying lessons next week, and it won't be too late by then. If you fly crookedly into the woods, who knows what you will encounter, even I can't say allow."

"Even the outermost part of the Forbidden Forest is quite risky. Four years ago, a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor died in the Forbidden Forest. He was hanged by vines because he was drunk."

Hagrid successfully used real death events to convince these little wizards and let them stay on the ground.

In the midst of all this excitement, there was a guy who had spoken several times but was ignored, gritting his teeth in annoyance.

Draco seemed to have forgotten and didn't talk to him at all. Rollo was the farthest away from him, and he couldn't speak. Harry was sandwiched between the two of them, and was also caught between the Nimbus 2000 and various Quidditch games. Interesting stories blocked my ears.

Ron always felt that he was redundant and wanted to leave but wanted to see more of the Eye Chakra 2000. The embarrassment lasted until the barbecue came out of the oven. After the barbecue sprinkled with centaur-specific spices burst out with an alluring aroma, people paid attention. A break from broomsticks and Quidditch.

"Try it! Creatures like the giant ground sloth usually eat it while they sleep. The fat content in the meat is very high, and it will definitely make your tongues tangle with the aroma."

Hagrid picked up a big meat skewer and started to feast on it, and the four little wizards quickly joined in the barbecue feast.

Ron, who had turned his previously suppressed grief and anger into an appetite, once again reenacted the grand occasion of devouring a chicken drumstick on each side of the school dinner, which was no better than Crabbe and Goyle.

It's just that those who didn't care about him were too lazy to care, and those who cared about him were too embarrassed to speak. The party that lasted until the sunset came to an end in their own enjoyment. They stood up to bid farewell to Hagrid, and embarked on the journey with the aroma of barbecue all over their bodies. Path to the castle.

Rollo, who deliberately lagged behind, left room for Draco and Harry to chat, while Ron, who was supposed to be walking with Harry, seemed a little dissatisfied with Harry's 'betrayal'.

He also lagged a little behind, and then slowly approached Rollo's side.

"Um...hello."

Ron spoke with some restraint. Although he didn't know Rollo very well, he always felt that this guy was a little special, but the temptation of Nimbus 2000 made him ignore this small thought. After all, when he was getting along with Harry, this guy The guy is very talkative.

"is there anything?"

Rollo, who was walking slowly with his pocket in his pocket, glanced at Ron. He had already put on colored glasses before meeting him, but his perception of Ron was actually not good.

When it comes to the person he likes the most among the Weasleys, it must be Charlie who became a dragon tamer. For this passerby who is loyal to his friends but has nothing to do with him, he doesn't look down on him at all.

Just think of it as the time traveler's arrogance. A bad first impression is hard to correct, and Draco's lucky Ron has nowhere to look.

"It's your broom, that Nimbus 2000, can you lend it to me?"

With shining eyes, Ron's obsession with Quidditch is the same as that of other little wizards. Unfortunately, although there is a flying broomstick at home, it is an old model that can only fly a few meters and gets out of breath. It is already worn out and is about to be scrapped. .

Even at home, the broom was mostly played with by the twin brothers. By the time it was his turn, the old broom had almost lost all the branches on its tail.

This is also a reality that the poor Weasley family has no choice but to face.

"We're almost at the castle now. It wouldn't be good if the professor saw it. After all, first-year students can't bring brooms. I bought him because of an uninformed accident."

Rollo, who declined politely, didn't like to show off and didn't need to satisfy his vanity, so his rejection was natural.

"Just taking a look, I wanted to see if it was real."

Ron, who had been coveting it for several hours, said unwillingly. He hadn't taken him to play with him before, so it wouldn't be too much to show him now.

"Do you really want to watch it now? What if the professor sees it and confiscates it?"

Rollo glanced at the gate of the castle, still a little unmoved.

"No, I'm just taking a look. I'm not riding it, so it doesn't matter, right?"

"If you insist, then yes."

Rollo, who didn't think it was a valuable thing, took out the small bag, pulled out the slender and exquisite Nimbus 2000 and handed it to Ron. Ron, who had got the treasure he had admired for a long time, could not wait to fly to the sky on a broomstick and be happy. Have some fun.

However, he also knew that this was an inappropriate thing to do, so he could only fumble back and forth on the broom handle with all his heart. He also made many poses along the way, trying to pretend to be a warrior riding on the broom, which made Rollo roll his eyes for a while.

But when they walked the last hundred meters and arrived in front of the main entrance of Hogwarts under the setting sun, a figure wearing a robe and a pointed wizard hat stopped them in their tracks.

"Good evening, Professor McGonagall."

Unlike other little wizards, Rollo likes to deal with professors. After all, his mental age is that of an adult, and he can be very happy with children, but he is still more accustomed to dealing with adults.

"Where have you been? I didn't see you at dinner."

Although Professor McGonagall did not speak in a stern voice, her aura was enchanted with a severity that was no worse than preaching.

"We went to Hagrid's to eat barbecue. If I had known that Professor you were here, I would have packed a portion back. The roasted ground sloth tastes great. I will definitely give you the first portion next time."

"Thank you very much." Professor McGonagall, who even said thank you with a harsh tone, scared the other three to death. "But I need to remind you not to run around after sunset, in case you get lost. or the castle gate is closed, then you can only spend the night outside, do you understand?"

This severe concern made the little wizards nod. Just when she was about to let a few people go to the entrance, Professor McGonagall's eyes fell on the broom in Ron's hand.

"Weasley, what's that in your hand?"

This question frightened Ron half out of his mind. He immediately panicked and threw the broom aside. He waved his hands and said hastily: "This is not my professor. This has nothing to do with me. I'm just watching." look."

"It's Rollo. This is his broom. I just took it to take a look. He brought it in."

Ron, who subconsciously sold off Rollo, didn't feel anything wrong. He also forgot what Rollo said to him before. Anyway, he couldn't afford to pay for it if it was confiscated, so do whatever you want.

"First-year students are not allowed to bring flying broomsticks into the school. In the past, many people flew around on broomsticks, but many people broke their arms and legs because they were unskilled. So the school has this rule. I think you all should understand it. "

"If you had read the precautions attached to the letter, you would not have made this mistake."

Professor McGonagall moved her fingers slightly, and the broom thrown aside by Ron flew into her hand.

"Nimbus 2000?"

"Yes, Professor. I didn't know about it at the time. I bought it casually because I liked it. But Professor Snape knew about it. I talked to him after the sorting was over, but it doesn't matter if I want to confiscate it. It’s just a broom, worthless.”

Professor McGonagall, who already knew that Rollo had ordered seventy Nimbus 2000 for flying lessons, would not talk nonsense about it. She naturally knew that to Rollo, this broom was completely irrelevant, not to mention the An investment of 3000 million galleons, this money has been injected into the school's fund bank through her hands.

3000 million galleons in cash... When transporting this money, the goblins packed sixteen space parcels. The transfer of property made them almost cry with distress.

"Since Professor Snape already knows, just keep it and remember not to ride it in school, except for flying lessons."

"Maybe you're planning on joining the academy team?"

Professor McGonagall, who handed over the broom, asked curiously, but Rollo's body, which could only be regarded as well-proportioned, could hardly compete with the gorilla that is a specialty of the Slytherin House team. The physical difference was really too big.

"Maybe. I haven't ridden a broom yet. If Quidditch can fly on a dragon, I will definitely participate."

"What are you thinking about?" Professor McGonagall shook her head in confusion, "Forget it, go back to the lounge quickly, it's getting late."

After Professor McGonagall left, several people slowly breathed a sigh of relief, and the feeling of surviving the disaster emerged spontaneously.

"I can't believe Professor McGonagall is so easy to talk to."

A thoughtless statement came out of Ron's mouth, but as a person who could speak with his rectum when he first met Neville's parents at St. Mungo's, such a statement was very Ron.

"Perhaps you hope that Professor McGonagall confiscates it, which is what you want?"

Rollo sneered, and then put away his Nimbus 2000.

"Sorry, Ron, that's not what he meant, I meant..."

Harry tried to smooth things over for Ron, but unfortunately he couldn't formulate any effective words.

"I hope so, but I also told you that if the professor sees it, things will not be good. You just threw the broom very fast, Ron."

"After all, it was my broom that was lost, right?"

Rollo glanced at Draco who was hesitant to speak, and nodded slightly.

"It's not like it wasn't confiscated...Isn't that okay?"

Ron said in a low voice.

Draco's face twitched when he heard these words, and he almost couldn't hold his mouth shut. On the side, Harry was also embarrassed and at a loss.

"See you next time, Harry. The Slytherin common room is on the left."

They separated in front of the door of the auditorium and headed in different directions. After walking several hundred meters, Draco finally let go.

"I've never seen a guy like him before. He's so stupid. It's so ridiculous and irritating."

Draco, who couldn't help shaking his head, was even a little unhappy. When faced with this kind of stupidity, he would not feel excited no matter how successful he was, because it was a natural result.

"But isn't that what we want?"

Rollo shrugged, "I have seen Professor McGonagall a long time ago, but it's a pity that he didn't."

"Perhaps it won't be long before Harry can understand the reality clearly. It's not that talented people don't look down at the fallen leaves, but they don't think about lying on the ground and being buried in the soil when they look at the fallen leaves."

"Now Harry has the direction to work hard and the motivation to grow and progress. He will recognize who is holding him back. People are emotional, but after all, people cannot do without interests, their own interests."

"These words sound really scary." Draco hugged his shoulders and shivered. He always felt that Rollo was completely unable to understand the details of the person.

"So you want to be friends with me. People are emotional. What's more, where can I find another good friend like me?"

While joking, Rollo opened the door to the Slytherin lounge, found a warm soft chair next to the fireplace, and opened the pages of the book that recorded mysterious magic.

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