Chapter 13 Ah, There Is a Ghost!

Malfoy discovered that Rolf had no intention of making a move or letting Motler rat bite anyone, but instead of feeling relieved, he became more and more trembling.

The young man's face no longer had the unruly look he had just before. He remained motionless and said in a dry voice: "Mr. Scamander, I was joking with them...it's all a joke between classmates."

"It's a joke... your face changes so quickly, you are also a talent." Rolf let go of Malfoy's shoulders, looked at the light-blond haired boy, and said:

"Just now in front of Professor Snape, weren't you quite brave enough to accuse me of being a treacherous person and still want to expel me...is that also a joke?"

"That's because I was blind! I was instigated by Goyle and Crabbe!" Malfoy betrayed his little follower without hesitation, and it was at this time that his little brother wanted to top the tank.

But when he turned around, he realized that his two little followers had already sensed something was wrong, greased their soles and ran away.

"Mr. Scamander, I will not be provoked again. Please forgive me this time."

Rolf squinted his eyes, looking at this guy who could only curse and swear. He was such a strong-willed Malfoy who could adapt to Draco's will.

Hey, this seems to be a traditional skill of the Malfoy family. When the situation is bad, they like to jump repeatedly.

Rolf patted Malfoy on the shoulder and didn't say anything harsh. Instead, he smiled brightly.

"Where's your wallet made of shapeshifting lizard skin?"

"Here it is!" Malfoy quickly took it out and said with a sad face: "But it's empty. I've given you the galleons and magic items..."

"It's okay. As punishment, I hope you can bring two such full wallets next time you come to me."

Luofu smiled and kindly helped him straighten his wrinkled collar.

"Of course, you can bring Professor Snape or someone more powerful to trouble me again, but next time it will be four wallets."

"..."

Malfoy felt like he had been unlucky for eight lifetimes before he met Scamander. He stuffed his wallet back into his pocket and was about to rub oil on his soles when he heard Rolf lightly saying:

"No need to apologize?"

Malfoy frowned, turned to glance at Harry and Ron, and asked him to bow to Scamander, yes!

But these two are not very happy...are they worthy? !

After just catching a glimpse of Luo Fu's eyes, he immediately apologized obediently and then quickly disappeared.

Malfoy secretly vowed that he would learn the most powerful magic from Snape, and then come back to severely humiliate Scamander... Three months to the east of the river, three months to the west of the river, don't bully the young man into poverty!

"Are you two okay?" Rolf asked.

"It's okay, thank you for your help." Harry was very grateful. Malfoy looked uncomfortable, but his two followers were tall and fat. In a real fight, he and Ron were probably no match.

"My name is Harry Potter."

"Hello, my name is Rolf Scamander." Rolf reached out and shook his hand.

Harry was surprised to find that Rolf was the only little wizard who didn't yell or look shocked when he heard his name, which made him feel good about him.

"My name is Ron Weasley." Ron reached out his hand enthusiastically, and he couldn't wait to ask: "Why are Malfoy and the others so afraid of you?"

He is not only a gossip, but also wants to learn a few tricks.

Luo Fu still looked calm and calm. He thought for a moment and said, "Maybe it's because I convince people with reason."

"..."

The few people chatted for a while, then Rolf said goodbye and left. Ron looked at the back of the blond boy and suddenly said: "I remembered, I heard his name."

"Is Rolf famous too?" Harry asked.

"No, Digory came to visit our house last night. He and my father are colleagues in the Ministry of Magic." Ron said in a low voice:

"Digory said that he received an order from the minister to take the wizard to the station to check the luggage of a Rolf Scamander... I heard that he is extremely dangerous!"

Harry's mouth opened wide. It was hard for him to imagine how dangerous an eleven-year-old wizard could be, requiring the Ministry of Magic to be so cautious?

Coupled with Malfoy's fear, Rove's status in Harry's heart instantly increased infinitely.

"He must be very powerful." Harry sighed: "It's not like I don't know anything. I dare say that I will be the worst student and will be assigned to the worst college."

"No, there are many students from Muggle families like you." Ron comforted.

"Same." Harry felt much better and said, "Actually, I can be assigned anywhere, as long as I don't go to Professor Snape's college."

"Why?" Ron asked confused.

They didn't even know which house Snape was the head of, and Harry already didn't want to go?

Harry hesitated for a moment, glanced around, lowered his voice and said quickly:

"Professor McGonagall just asked Dean Snape to go back. He walked past us and glanced at me..."

Harry shuddered and said, "Didn't you see Snape's eyes, staring into my eyes, as if he wanted to dig out my eyeballs..."

"I've definitely never met Dean Snape before. I don't know why he looks at me like that!"

Ron thought for a moment and guessed: "Could it be that Professor Snape has someone he hates who has the same color eyes as you?"

"possible."

"Then when you see Professor Snape in the future, just close your eyes and just let him see your face. He probably won't hate you anymore." Ron came up with an idea.

"That makes sense!" Harry slapped his thigh, feeling that Ron was really smart.

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Rolf's goal was to settle accounts with Malfoy, and helping Harry and Ron out of trouble was just a coincidence. He actually didn't have much interest in the two.

Playing with cultivation... that was Dumbledore's hobby. Rolf only liked to tame, and they were not the same kind of people.

Rolf still didn't believe it. He stayed away from Harry's troubles and couldn't graduate safely?

After all, he was a good boy who didn't like to cause trouble.

As the discussion became more heated, how to sort the houses was no longer the focus of the topic. The little wizards began to vote for the most terrifying sorting ceremony.

Unexpectedly, the top vote winner was not fighting with trolls or fighting with dragons, but washing... Professor Snape's hair.

Snape's big greasy head looked like he hadn't washed it for half a year. He really had to wash his hair to be assigned to a good college. More than half of the students said they wanted to drop out and go home.

When Rolf came back, he found Hermione mumbling again, waving her wand non-stop, as if performing a wand dance.

What's outrageous is that Neville also waved his wand, but his aesthetics were much worse, more like he was having a seizure.

Rolf walked to the most normal ponytail girl and asked softly: "Shirley, what are they doing? Are they preparing to perform on stage when they are sorted?"

"They are reciting magic." Shirley lowered her voice and whispered: "Hermione speculated that the school will sort the little wizards according to their learning situation."

Okay... It's a perfect replica of the scene of meeting on the platform. I didn't expect Hermione to still be obsessed with this idea.

"Then why don't you recite it?" Rolf asked.

Shirley blinked, with a smile on her lips.

"You think it's stupid too, right?" Rolf laughed: "It seems that among the four people, only the two of us are normal people, Hermione and Neville are two idiots."

Rolf underestimated Hermione's hearing. As soon as he said "idiot", the girl suddenly pricked up her ears and her eyes swept over her instantly.

She stopped reciting spells, crossed her arms, walked over, and snorted, "Are you saying bad things about me again?"

"No, I was just discussing with Shirley whether these spells you recited are effective against ghosts." Rolf lied, and it was easy to come up with.

"I asked around, and the Sorting Ceremony is actually to deal with ghosts."

Hermione looked playful, as if she believed that I was a fool.

Rolf suddenly looked horrified, and looked behind the girl, as if he saw something unclean.

Hermione's smile froze instantly, and she turned her head back, but only halfway, and then turned back quickly, her mouth curled up, pinched her waist and looked at Rolf, laughing:

"You come here again, do you think I will be fooled by you? Scamander! You are the big fool!!"

She smiled and showed a pair of big front teeth, obviously very proud.

Rolf looked weird.

Shirley just blinked, pursed her lips, and didn't laugh out loud.

"Classmate, can you please make way? You're blocking the road."

A sinister voice sounded.

Hermione turned her head and looked.

A pearly white, translucent ghost floated behind her. The ghost's head swayed and slid down from its neck and rested on its shoulders, as if the head was connected by a hinge.

Not far away, there were twenty or so equally terrifying ghosts floating around. Beside them, blood-red lanterns were suspended...

"Ah! There's a ghost!!"

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(Thanks to the two big guys "Tang Dynasty Little Scholar" and "I am Liu Guangyao" for the reward.)