The Plane Merchant of Hogwarts

"And! Weasley! Why did you bring your big rat to class again?"

Professor Snape really spared no effort to deduct points from Gryffindor, and his eyes were always aiming at Rolf sitting in Hufflepuff.

It seems that Rolf didn't provide him with a chance to deduct points, which made him feel quite upset?

Rolf suddenly seemed to think of something that could break Snape's gaze, and quickly said, "Professor! How about we make a bet? Just use Harley's women's clothing for a month as the bet!"

After saying that, Rolf also blinked at Professor Snape. Snape immediately understood and then said with a smile:

"Of course, Mr. Scarmand, what are you going to bet on me?"

Ron breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that his poor Snape was going to be ravaged by the great devil Snape again. Oh, my poor Snape! Thank you Rolf!

"I just bet on the side effects of the medicine you taught us? That medicine about Animagus." That's right, Rolf's plan to kill three birds with one stone.

One bird is Snape's unlimited supply of age-benefiting agents, one bird is Snape's affable model for a month, and the other bird is to relieve the hidden danger of spots.

After all, it is always not so reassuring that he stays by Harry, and speaking of it, he is also an accomplice of Cedric's death?

Harry was immediately unhappy when he heard that Rolf was going to bet on his women's clothing.

But when he heard that he was betting on his teaching achievements with Snape, he immediately closed his mouth awkwardly. After all, he still wanted to see Snape get defeated.

Snape was originally smugly fantasizing about the scene where he could spend a month with Halle, but after hearing Rolf's words, he was immediately displeased.

"How is it possible? You are questioning the professional quality of a potion master!" After saying that, he picked up the big mouse in front of him.

Then I poured the potion I took out from somewhere, as if I wanted them to know, I, Snape, the Potion Master! There is no doubt!!!

Then while taking the medicine, he said, "If my medicine has no side effects, Harley will only wear women's clothing for one month!

But if it's like you said, I'll allow you not to take my class for a month! It's you!" Snape said very angrily.

Ron was shocked when he saw it! Wait! What did Snape do just now? What did he do to my spots!

"NO!!!" Ron let out a heart-wrenching shout, then immediately stood up, "Give me back the Banban!"

But before Ron could succeed, Banban suddenly hangs in mid-air automatically, and then the whole class watched its little black body twisting wildly.

Harry was excited, my god! Side effects! I won’t have to take potions class in the next month?

Ron shouted: "Baibian!Baibian! What's wrong with you?" Then he actually cried out.

I saw the big mouse fall down and fall on the floor of the classroom, then there was another dazzling flash, and then...

A head magically appeared on the ground, and then his limbs were stretched out. After a while, a man stood where he was just now, cringing and tugging his hands.

The classroom exploded in an instant. Professor Snape also looked at the scene in front of him in surprise, and couldn't help but ask the soul three times: Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?

This man was very short, not much taller than the little wizards in the house. He had thin, pale hair, messy, and a large piece of baldness on his head, a bit like the Kappa in Japanese mythology.

He looks like an obese person, and he loses a lot of weight due to illness or some reason in a short period of time.

His skin looked dirty, almost the same as his fur when he became stained, and his pointed nose and watery little eyes also featured rats.

He looked at everyone, breathing a little rapid and weak.

"You... are you... Peter?" Professor Snape forgot what to say for a moment, but he could tell that he had received billions of critical strikes.

Petr's voice was also sharp, and he raised his hand awkwardly, as if he wanted to say hello to Snape.

His eyes quickly looked over the door again: "Hello, Snape, long time no see us!"

"Professor! He's going to run!" Rolf immediately reminded Snape, who was still in a daze, that he didn't seem to understand the current situation.

He immediately contacted Professor Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall on the Owl Magic Watch, and notified that some minor situations occurred in the Dark Magic Defense class.

Professor Snape opened his eyes wide in surprise, holding the small potion bottle just now. After receiving Rolf's prompt, he reflexively cast a petrification spell.

I saw the man who was like a vegetable worm, twisting around and trying to change the mouse again, was fixed there, maintaining a split action.

At this moment, the bell finally rang. Snape seemed to have not recovered yet, but he still remembered that this class should be left with some homework for the little wizards.

"Each of you write a paper and give it to me, the content is a way to identify and kill werewolfs.

This topic should be written with two pieces of parchment paper and handed over on Monday morning. Someone should be in charge of the class."

It was already this time, and I hadn't forgotten to arrange Professor Lupin's affairs. Snape was really revengeful.

After hearing this, the little wizards began to pack up their books one after another, and then left the classroom as if they were running away.

Of course, on the social network of the magic watch, the little wizards are busy delivering the video that someone just took.

Not long after, Professor McGonagall ran in, behind him was Professor Dumbledore with a serious face.

"What's going on?" Professor McGonagall looked at the sculpture standing in front of him in a daze, and was so surprised that he couldn't speak.

Professor Dumbledore took out his wand, cast a floating spell, and said, "Come to my office and talk."

Ron seemed to have just come to his senses. His mouth, which had not had time to close because of crying, now seemed to be dislocated and could not be closed.

He dragged his chin with one hand and tried hard to get him back to his original position. While he quickly caught up with Professor Dumbledore, he kept "Aba Aba" in his mouth.

Although I couldn't hear what he was saying, it was very important to see his anxious appearance.

"Mr. Weasley, what's going on now?" Dumbledore couldn't wait to ask and helped him with some treatment as soon as he entered the school.

"Sorry professor, I don't know, this is... this is given to me by my brother. He has been in our house for 12 years, and we have always regarded it as an ordinary mouse..."

Hermione asked curiously: "Isn't this... supposed to be a dead hero? Why did he appear here?"

Rolf stood up at this time and said, "Professors, I think I should find Mr. Black now and believe he can explain these things to us."

Dumbledore was also hesitant when he heard his words. After all, he was personally experiencing the incident in person, and he knew exactly what happened.

He once tried to save Sirius, but he didn't say a word in the Wisengamo court and asked the Ministry of Magic to send him directly to Azkaban.

Dumbledore was instantly excited, and he said that he was fine with his old Deng’s vision! How could he misjudged the person! Now it seems that there seems to be some hidden information here?

(No problem with vision? No problem with vision. Will you sign a blood curse with Grindelwald?)