Chapter 18 Times Have Changed, Sir! (Thanks to the 10,000-Coin Reward From "Wuzan Financial Man")

Without Peeves' obstruction, the whole team set out again and walked very smoothly.

Rolf, the young and handsome little badger, inserted into the Gryffindor lion team, seemed like an alien, attracting countless eyes for a while, and everyone wanted to chat with him.

"Rolf, what magic did you use to deal with Peeves just now?" Seamus Finnigan asked hurriedly.

"I imitated the call of the wicked bird. I learned it from them, but I advise you not to try it easily." Rolf's "kind" reminder:

"Its call contains magic, and you will lose your mind if you listen to it for a long time."

The famous weirdo Yurik once tried to prove that the call of the wicked bird is good for the health of wizards. He listened to it for three months in a row, and finally his mind was confused, and he wore the dead badger on his head as a hat.

Therefore, in order to protect wizards, the sale of the wicked bird generally needs to be cast with a silencing spell.

But Rolf knew that his reminder was useless. The more he didn't allow it, the more the little lions would try taboos.

Gryffindor students seem to have a particularly strong rebellious psychology. Even if you tell them that they can't go to the toilet to drink "hot drinks", they may try it, and bring a straw.

Fortunately, Rolf's veterinary clinic can treat wizards. He is ready to welcome the first batch of patients with tears, and buy back a wave of evil birds at a low price.

"It's my turn to ask questions!"

"No, it's my turn. You've asked several questions!"

Parvati Patil of Indian descent and Lavender Brown of Scotland quarreled.

The two of them lived in places that had a strong obsession with independence from Britain in history. They were very compatible... But now because of Scamander, they are about to become enemies.

Rolf is really sinful!

Hermione found that she was originally standing next to Rolf, but now she was almost squeezed to the edge.

The little girl stood on tiptoe and glanced at Rolf who was chatting and laughing in the crowd. She wanted to remind everyone not to be deceived by his innocent appearance... Stay away from this bad guy.

Unfortunately, no one paid attention to her.

Of course, no one cared. Whether a wizard is excellent or not is determined by comparison.

If you are only good-looking, you are just a silver-plated spear head, which is good-looking but useless.

Rolf is not only good-looking, but also showed strong strength when dealing with Peeves.

In contrast, the Gryffindor boys tonight were too lame, just like the boy who survived a disaster. Everyone wanted to see him show off his skills, but he ended up getting embarrassed.

On the way to the eighth floor, Rolf was asked countless questions, and he answered them one by one with a smile on his face, showing Hufflepuff's good temper to the fullest.

When everyone thinks you are a good-tempered and honest person, then if something unexpected happens in the school, no one will suspect you.

Honesty is Rolf's best protective color.

After arriving at the eighth floor, there is a fork in the road. The left side leads to the Gryffindor Tower, and the right end is the entrance to the headmaster's office.

"Since you're here, why don't you go to the Gryffindor common room and sit for a while?" A witch advised, "If you can't, just sleep there tonight."

"Yes, yes, just don't go back to Hufflepuff!"

Rolf was sweating profusely. If he really stayed in the Gryffindor common room, he would be expelled from Hogwarts tomorrow.

Female fairy, bah... Female donor, you are trying to harm me and destroy my Taoism!

"Professor Dumbledore is still waiting for me." Rolf refused firmly, "I'm leaving... Hermione, goodbye!"

He waved to the corner of the crowd, turned around and left a chic back. Hermione was stunned for a moment, waved her hand, and said weakly:

"Goodbye."

When she looked up again, she found that many witches were staring at her... This bastard, deliberately tricked me again!

Hermione snorted coldly, raised her chin slightly, and walked towards the common room proudly like a big white goose.

Rolf turned a corner and stopped in front of a huge, ugly stone monster.

"Jelly slugs!" The boy said the password that Professor McGonagall told him.

This password might be too childish for a young wizard, but it was just right for Dumbledore.

"Jelly slugs are disgusting. I don't know why Dumbledore likes them." Rolf muttered in a low voice.

"I think so too!" The gargoyle stone beast guarding the gate said gruffly, "The headmaster has terrible taste."

After the gargoyle stone beast complained, it jumped aside, and the wall behind it split in half.

Rolf walked in slowly, took the magic staircase, and came to an oak door. He was about to push the door open, but was attracted by the brass door knocker in the shape of a griffin on the door.

It looks like a door knocker, but in fact... it is indeed a door knocker.

But this door knocker is also a powerful magic item. If a wizard tries to force his way through the wooden door of the principal's office, it will turn into a brass griffin and attack.

The griffin is a magical creature living in Greece, with the forelimbs, wings and head of a giant eagle, and the body, hind legs and tail of a lion.

Like the Sphinx, the griffin is also used by wizards to protect treasures and secrets.

But the number of griffins is small and powerful, and it is impossible for everyone to get one to protect treasures. As a second choice, the wizards of ancient Greece invented this door knocker.

Later, with Alexander's expedition to the East, the magic world in the Middle East also entered the Hellenistic era, and this magic item spread out.

Why did Rove know so much?

There is also such a magic item in his little black suitcase, which can ward off intruders, but compared to the brass door knocker in the principal's office, it is much inferior in terms of power and exquisiteness.

If this is a high-quality product, his is at best a defective product of modern magic!

Luofu couldn't put it down. He touched it again and again, touched it again and again, touched it for eighteen times, and touched it by himself, until it was almost full of swelling... Oh, forget it, I will go to Greece sooner or later and capture a real griffon to visit my home!

Luofu pushed open the oak door, squinted his eyes, and looked around the office. He suddenly felt that he was a little petty.

The griffon door knocker is used to protect treasure, so the things it protects are naturally much more precious than the door knocker.

The principal's office is such a treasure trove:

What comes into view is a large, beautiful circular room, lit at night not by candles but by glowing crystal and aquamarine cat eyes.

The room is as bright as daytime. The key is that the light is soft, so you won't feel dazzled and tired after being in it for a long time.

On the mahogany bookshelf that occupies one wall, there are many magic books. Many of them look very old and are made of parchment and papyrus.

Dozens of thin golden bells hang on the windowsill, with a pleasant sound. They can be used to predict weather changes in the next year. They are an extremely precious magic item.

There was also a mirror-like object placed in the corner, reaching as high as the ceiling, but the mirror surface was covered with a red curtain.

On one side of the mirror was a table with slender legs, on which were placed many strange silverwares, spinning and emitting small streams of smoke.

Luofu stretched out his hand and gently flicked the smoke, and the smoke swirled around his palm. With his shallow knowledge, he could not recognize the name and purpose of the silver instrument.

But I also know it can’t be...a humidifier, right?

The walls were covered with portraits of old male and female principals. They were all snoring softly in their respective frames... Occasionally, they half-opened their eyes and secretly looked at Luo Fe.

There was also a huge table in the room with claw-shaped legs. On a shelf behind the desk sat the Sorting Hat.

"Hey, we meet again, Sorting Hat." Rolf walked over with a smile: "Have you thought of the answer?"

Before the boy could get closer, the Sorting Hat grinned and shouted, "Don't come here!!"

"..."

"Hey, kid, what did you do to cause so much damage to the Sorting Hat?" an old man with a goatee and wearing a silver and green Slytherin costume asked curiously.

Rove glanced at the nameplate under the portrait, which read:

Phineas Nigellus Black (1847-1925).

"Mr. Principal Black, you can drink potions randomly, but you can't talk nonsense. The Sorting Hat and I are good friends, and I didn't harm it."

"Ha! How can a good friend be so afraid of you?" Phineas sneered: "You wouldn't give it a big showdown when it was sorted, right?"

Rolf rolled his eyes.

"Hey, kid, what's your name, and which college are you from?"

"Rolf Scamander, Hufflepuff of course!" Rolf said.

Several headmasters who were born in Hufflepuff opened their eyes, looked at the juniors in their own houses, and then nodded with satisfaction.

It seems that Hufflepuff's appearance level is still as good as ever.

But more principals gathered together and murmured. It seemed that they had heard of Luo Fe's name not long ago.

"You are the guy who was recorded in the Book of Admission, but almost went to Ilvermorny School of Magic?" Phineas said in surprise:

"Or did Dumbledore write a special letter to your grandfather to invite you to come to Hogwarts?"

"I don't understand!" A fat wizard with a red nose shouted, waving his fist:

"Why would any student want to give up the thousand-year-old Hogwarts and be willing to go to a backward school in the New World?"

Luofu glanced at the red-nosed old principal and explained:

"Sir, in last year's magic education evaluation, eleven well-known magic schools were selected, but Hogwarts only ranked seventh, and is about to fall to the bottom."

Luo Fu sighed and said: "Ilvermorny is firmly in the top two no matter what the rankings are. It is no longer a school of the same level."

"Mr. Principal, times have changed!"

"Depravity...shameful depravity..."

The red-nosed old principal didn't even take a breath and passed out.

Rolf was stunned.

Merlin's beard speaks too directly, so he won't be fired, right?

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(Thanks to the boss of "Wuhan Financial Man" for the reward of 10,000 coins, and thanks to the boss of "Add Plus Subtract" for the reward.)