The Plane Merchant of Hogwarts

On Halloween night, Rolf woke up early in the morning and smelled the sweet and tempting smell of roasted pumpkin floating in the corridor.

He really wanted to knock on the kitchen door and ask the elves if they could let him sleep peacefully.

In Charms class, Professor Flitwick stood on the piles of books and announced that they could start learning how to make objects fly.

Ever since they saw Professor Flitwick making Neville's toads fly around the classroom, the students had been eager to try this skill.

Professor Flitwick divided the class into groups of two and started training. When Rolf saw the trio sitting in the row next to him, he seemed to think that things were not simple.

Harry finally told Rolf about the last three-person night outing, and asked him why Hermione had stopped paying attention to him and Ron? As if the two of them had committed some unforgivable crime?

To be honest, Rolf didn't understand why Hermione would be angry. After all, he had never participated in it personally, but he guessed that Hermione might be scared?

"Okay, don't forget that subtle wrist movement we have been training!" Professor Flitwick said sharply, standing on his pile of books as usual.

"One wave and one shake, remember, one wave and one shake. It is also very important to recite the spell accurately. Don't forget the wizard Barufio. He said the 'f' instead of an 's'.

I found myself lying on the floor with a bison on my chest."

Your brain may understand, but your hands will tell you: No, you don't!

Rolf saw Ron waving and shaking, waving and shaking, over and over again, but the feather that they should have sent up into the air still lay motionless on the floor.

"You're wrong," Hermione, who was sitting next to Ron, said bluntly.

"It's Yuga-Dimlevi-O-Sa. The word 'plus' must be made long and clear."

"Since you are so smart, come and give it a try," Ron said sarcastically when he saw Hermione being so domineering.

Looking at Ron's kid who had been mocking Hermione, Rolf really couldn't understand how he found a wife like this.

Hermione rolled up her sleeves, waved her wand, and said: "Wingardium Leviosa!" Their feather rose from the table and hung four feet above their heads.

"Oh, well done!" Professor Flitwick clasped his hands and shouted, "Look, everyone, Miss Granger has succeeded!"

"No wonder everyone can't stand her," Ron said to Harry as they trudged through the crowded corridor.

"To be honest, she was like a nightmare. She lost her temper for no reason." Someone bumped into Harry and hurried past them. It was Hermione.

Rolf was walking in front of them and caught a glimpse of Hermione's face. He noticed that she was actually crying.

"I think she heard what you said." Rolf looked at Hermione who was running over crying, and turned back to Ron with a slightly hesitant tone.

"So what?" Ron said, but he also showed a hint of uneasiness. "She must have noticed that she doesn't have any friends."

Rolf shook his head and hurried to the herbal medicine classroom with his roommates Justin and Ernie.

He suddenly missed his old junior high school. He just had to sit in the classroom and wait for the teacher to come to class. He didn't need to go around half of Hogwarts Castle to go to the greenhouse for class.

What Rolf didn't know was that Hermione didn't show up for the next class, and was nowhere to be seen all afternoon.

After Rolf finishes his classes in the afternoon, he usually runs a few laps around the Black Lake, because he has been thinking about unlocking Tom's physical fitness.

Malfoy ran with him today. Ever since he cried unconsciously while holding Malfoy last time, Malfoy seemed to be a different person.

Although he was still polite and courteous to others, showing his aristocratic demeanor, Rolf found that he was extremely friendly towards all young wizards with potential, whether they were purebloods or Muggles.

Should we call them the smooth Malfoy family? They grew up too fast.

Rolf looked at his watch and saw that it was almost time for the Halloween party, so he walked towards the castle and used a cleansing spell on himself.

Rolf assured that he really didn't mean to eavesdrop, but his improved physical fitness had also strengthened his hearing ability.

Rolf overheard Patil telling her friend Lavender that Hermione was crying sadly in the women's bathroom and would not let anyone comfort her.

Rolf knew it when he heard about the women's bathroom. It seemed that the plot of the troll attack was about to begin.

However, a moment later, when they walked into the restaurant and saw the colorful Halloween decorations, they immediately threw themselves into the delicious banquet.

What is Hermione or not, eating is the most important thing! Hermione is not mine anyway~

Rolf had just finished eating a sausage with a very crispy crust when he saw Professor Quirrell suddenly burst into the restaurant, his big scarf tilted on his head and a look of horror on his face.

Everyone stared at him, and saw him running to Professor Dumbledore's chair, leaning on the table, and gasping: "Troll! In the underground classroom!"

After saying that, he fell down on the floor and passed out.

The restaurant suddenly became a mess. Professor Dumbledore had to use his wand to make several piercing fireworks explosions above his head before everyone became quiet.

Dumbledore ordered the prefects to immediately lead the students from their respective houses to the dormitories. Rolf reluctantly looked at the untouched food on his table.

While everyone was running away in a hurry, they crazily loaded it into the warehouse.

"Come on, Rolf, why are you still standing there?" Justin urged him anxiously.

Rolf cursed in his heart, "Don't eat it when it's time to eat, otherwise I will look down on you!"

Under Justin's urging, he had to stop frantically collecting food and follow the prefect to the Hufflepuff common room.

But he found that there seemed to be two Gryffindor lion cubs behind him?

Harry and Ron were seen burying themselves together, mingling with the Hufflepuff crowd, and walking in the other direction.

"What are you doing?" Rolf asked the two of them knowingly.

Harry naively thought that Rolf was caring about him, so he said: "Hermione doesn't know about the troll yet, we have to tell her! Do you want to come with us?"

Rolf thought for a while and decided to refuse, but unexpectedly, after a while, a small Slytherin snake also mixed into the group of badgers.

Rolf looked at Malfoy, who was also following behind him, and asked curiously: "What are you doing?"

"Don't you want to go and see the troll? That would be interesting!" Malfoy said with green eyes.

The Sorting Hat is somewhat unreliable. Malfoy is actually a Gryffindor mixed with Slytherin, right?

Rolf wanted to refuse, but Malfoy and Harry didn't care whether he agreed or not and just pulled him away together.

He had no choice but to obey them. Who called himself a Hufflepuff little angel? How could he see his friends in danger? Although the troll was not dangerous.

A group of four people quietly slipped through the empty side corridor and hurried to the women's bathroom.

Although Ron seemed very unhappy when he saw Malfoy, Malfoy hadn't made a bad face to him for a long time, so it was not easy for him to have an attack for no reason.

As soon as the few people turned the corner, they heard rapid footsteps behind them. They hid in fear and hid secretly to see who it was.

It was Snape! He walked across the corridor, waving his robes like a giant bat, and quickly disappeared from their sight.

"What is he going to do?" Harry asked his friends in a low voice,

"Why doesn't he stay in the underground classroom below with the other teachers?" Ron continued to ask.

"Who knows?" was Malfoy's answer. Although he and Snape had been familiar with each other since childhood, they were not familiar enough to know his every move.

They heard Snape's footsteps retreating and walked quietly along another corridor, trying not to make any noise.

They had no time to worry about what Snape was doing. When they turned a corner, they saw the troll stopping by a door and peering inside.

It swung its long ears, made a decision with its little head, then lowered its head and slowly entered the room.

It was a terrifying sight, it was twelve feet tall and its skin was dull and dull.

It is as gray as granite, and its huge and stupid body is like a pile of huge gravel, with a small head like a cocoa bean on top.

Its short legs are as thick as tree stumps, and underneath are flat, thick, calloused feet.

The smell emanating from its body was disgusting, and it was holding a thick wooden stick in its hand. Because its arms were so long, the stick was dragging on the ground.

ps: Guess where this giant monster will go? If someone guesses correctly, I will add another chapter, hahaha.

Some friends speculate that this article is a Danmei article... Don't think that when I say cute, it is a Danmei article. Can't 11-year-old children be described as cute?

And handsome Cedric, this is the word Aunt Rowling used when she wrote it, I didn’t use it randomly...

I was so wronged that I almost cried...