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Chapter 18 Times have changed, my lord!

Without Peeves' obstruction, the whole team set off again and went very smoothly.

Rolf, a young and handsome little badger, seemed like an outlier in the Gryffindor Lions team. He attracted countless eyes for a while, and everyone wanted to chat with him.

"Rolf, what magic did you just use against Peeves?" Seamus Finnigan asked hurriedly.

"I've learned to imitate the cries of the evil birds, but I advise you not to try it easily." Luofu's "kindly" reminder:

"Its cry contains magical power. If you listen to it for a long time, you will lose your mind."

The famous eccentric Yurik once tried to prove that the cry of the evil badger was good for the health of wizards. He listened to it for three months in a row, and finally became confused and wore the dead badger as a hat on his head.

Therefore, in order to protect wizards, the birds sold generally need to be cast with a silent spell.

But Rolf knew that his reminder was useless. The more forbidden it was, the more taboos the little lions would try.

Gryffindor students seem to have particularly strong rebellious psychology. If you tell them they can't go to the toilet to drink "hot drinks", they will probably try and bring a straw.

Fortunately, Rolf's veterinary clinic can treat wizards. He is ready to greet the first batch of patients with tears in his eyes, and he also collects a wave of evil birds at a low price.

"It's my turn to ask questions!"

"No, it's my turn, and you've already asked several questions!"

Indian-born Parvati Patil and Scottish Lavender Brown had a quarrel.

The two of them live in places where historically they have had a strong obsession with independence from Britain, so they were originally very compatible...but because of Scamander, they are about to become enemies.

Rolf is really guilty!

Hermione found herself standing next to Rove, and was about to be pushed to the edge.

The little girl stood on tiptoes and glanced at Luo Fu, 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.

It's a pity that no one paid attention to her.

Of course no one cares. Whether a wizard is good or not depends on comparison.

If it is just good-looking, it would be considered a silver-like pewter spearhead, which is of no use at all.

Rolf is just good-looking, and he also showed great strength when dealing with Peeves.

As a comparison, the Gryffindor boys stretched their hips too much tonight, just like the Boy-Who-Lived. Everyone wanted to see him show off his hands, but they ended up in a mess.

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

When everyone thinks you are a good-natured and honest person, then no one will doubt you if something unexpected happens at school.

An honest person is the best protective color for Rove.

After reaching the eighth floor, there is a fork in the road, the left leads to Gryffindor Tower, and the right end is the entrance to the principal's office.

"Come on, let's go sit in the Gryffindor common room." A witch advised: "If not, just sleep there at night."

"Yeah, yeah, just don't go back to Hufflepuff!"

Rolf broke into a cold sweat. If he really stayed in the Gryffindor common room, he would be expelled from Hogwarts tomorrow.

Female demon, ah... female donor, you are trying to harm me and destroy my Taoist heart!

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

He waved towards the corner of the crowd, turned around and left a chic back. Hermione was stunned, waved her hand, and said feebly:

"goodbye."

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

Hermione snorted coldly, raised her chin slightly, and looked as arrogant as a big white goose. She walked through the crowd alone and walked towards the lounge.

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

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

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

"Jelly slugs are terrible to eat, and I don't know why Dumbledore likes them." Rolf muttered in a low voice.

"I think so too!" the gargoyle stone beast guarding the door said gruffly: "The principal has terrible taste."

After the gargoyle complained, it jumped to the side, and the wall behind it cracked in half.

Rolf walked slowly in, 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 griffon on the door.

It looks like a door knocker, but actually... it's a door knocker.

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

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

Like sphinxes, griffins are also used by wizards to protect treasures and secrets.

However, griffons are rare and powerful. It is impossible for everyone to get one to protect treasures. The next best thing is to settle for the second best. Ancient Greek wizards invented this kind of door knocker.

Later, with Alexander's Eastern Expedition, the magical world in the Middle and Near East also entered the Hellenistic era, and this kind of magical item spread.

Why does Rove know so well?

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, it is at best a defective product of modern magic!

Luofu couldn't put it down. He touched it again and again, and touched it again and again. He touched it for eighteen times, and even touched it by himself. He almost felt the swelling... Oh, forget it. Sooner or later, I will go to Greece and capture a real griffin to come and visit my home!

Luo Fu pushed open the oak door, squinted his eyes, and looked around the office. He suddenly felt that he was angry.

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 spacious, beautiful circular room. It is not lit by candles at night, but by shining 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 which look very old and are made of parchment and papyrus.

Dozens of thin golden bells hang on the windowsill. They have 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 Fu.

There is also a huge table in the room with claw-shaped legs. On a shelf behind the table, there is 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 over here!!"

"..."

"Hey, kid, what did you do to cause so much harm 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 that they seemed to have heard of Luo Fe's name not long ago.

"Are you 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 was 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 directly.

Rolf was stunned.

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





(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.)


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