Time travel at the same time: Is the golden finger actually me?

Rock took a look and silently put the key away.

Penello didn't know what to say. If he had seen this cute junior a few days ago, Penello would have teased him with the key.

Let him know that if he is so good-looking, he is destined to be raped.

But thinking of Roque's ability to dominate the four courtyards yesterday, Penello silently put away his thoughts.

Rock is also very happy. Today is the quietest morning for him.

On weekdays, there are always many seniors and even seniors who come to him for various reasons. Although being popular is a good thing, in essence, this kind of love is like the love that college students have for the good-looking cat seniors in the college. Like the same.

They like cute cats, but they don’t necessarily respect cats.

Today, although many people are still talking about Roark, they respect Roark physically and honestly. No one dares to come over and disturb Roark's eating.

Penello looked at Roque, as if he remembered something, and suddenly lowered his voice and reminded:

"You should pay attention to the Slytherins."

"Oh?" Rock was a little happy and interested, "They dare to trouble me? But their strength...could it be that they secretly hired a few dark wizards?"

As soon as these words came out, Penello was so frightened that she hurriedly waved her hands. Although she didn't like Slytherin, she wouldn't pour such dirty water on them:

"No, no, no, how dare they do this to you!"

"I mean..." Penello was hesitant to speak. She suddenly remembered that the wizard in front of her was astonishingly powerful, but he was actually not very old.

This made her a little confused about how to speak.

"You know, Slytherin has always been a bit cynical, which has been serious since the days of the Mysterious Man. It is considered their traditional project..."

Penello was a little embarrassed. She felt like she was deliberately smearing Slytherin wizards, but considering that Rock had never met a Death Eater, she added a little:

"Maybe they are a little more fanatical than Mu Qiang you imagined..."

"It doesn't matter." Rock waved his hand to show that he didn't care.

It is a biological instinct to follow people who are stronger than oneself. It is impossible for Rock to care about Slytherin just because of such a trivial matter.

…

One morning was not enough time, and Rock's affairs were still unfolding.

In the afternoon, when Rock was in herbal medicine class, almost all the teachers and students in the school heard about it.

As for the principal, Dumbledore, maybe he already knew what happened last night. After all, all the portraits in the school were his spies.

Maybe I was watching the live broadcast last night, and Lao Deng might have been chewing some honey bees while watching it.

Even some ghosts came to join in the fun. They were not as in awe of Rock's strength as the students were.

The most special one is Peeves. To be precise, he is not a ghost, but a kind of mischievous elf.

It's been around since the beginning of Hogwarts.

He likes to cause mischief and chaos, which has always been a headache for the school and its teachers and students, especially the administrator Filch, because the only people who can control him are the Bloody Barrow and Albus Dumbledore.

He represents the students' will to mischief, so he is difficult to eliminate.

In the original novel, Senior Investigator Umbridge takes power at the school. Peeves, along with most of the Hogwarts faculty and students, turned against her, playing pranks and taunting her until she left the school at the end of the term.

Later, Peeves also followed the students to resist Voldemort and the Death Eaters, so it is not difficult to see -

All of Peeves' actions are changed based on the students' subconscious minds.

Peeves: "Haha, isn't this Rock? I heard that you defeated the prefects of the four major colleges? But I, Peeves, am not afraid of you!"

Peeves was holding a piece of chalk in his hand, ready to throw it at Roark.

His movements were strange, like he was testing but also a little bit flinching, but he didn't dare to use force, as if he was afraid of hurting Rock.

Roark could tell at a glance. This was probably because some students had seen his strength, so Peeves was intimidated, while others had just heard about it, so Peeves became curious.

As for why he was afraid of hurting Rock, Rock thought it might be because there were students in the school who liked him. Judging from Peeves' performance, there might be a lot of them.

Rock had to go to the herbal medicine class in the greenhouse, so he naturally didn't have time to mess around with Peeves.

He hugged the book and walked along the corridor to the classroom. He didn't even look at Peeves. He just waved behind him casually, and silver mist appeared in the corridor.

"Swallow him!"

Before the other students could understand what the spell was, a huge silver-white wolf head suddenly jumped out of the mist.

"Oh! No!" Before Peeves could escape, he was swallowed by the giant wolf head.

"Oh my God, what a curse is this!"

"Oh my god, stay away from this silver mist!"

"Peeves won't just disappear, will he?"

The students backed away in horror, away from the silvery mist, for fear that another huge wolf head would emerge from it and swallow them up.

Rock didn't care about this. After all, Peeves would never die, but it was hard to say. If all the students thought that Peeves was eliminated by him, then Peeves would probably really disappear.

…

After the herbal medicine get out of class, Rock and others returned to the dormitory together.

But after returning to the dormitory, Rock realized what Senior Penello meant when she said that Slytherin students are somewhat fanatical and greedy.

Ravenclaw's minimalist dormitory was filled with all kinds of gifts.

The originally small dormitory now became difficult to move into.

"Oh my god? What are these?"

"This looks like a wallet made of deformed lizard skin!"

"This, this, this! Signature from Gregory of Appleby Arrows?"

"Chocolate Frog is a limited edition this year! How did they get it?"

Anthony was a little overwhelmed looking at the gifts piled up in the dormitory, and Terry and Michael kept yelling.

These gifts were all sent by Slytherin. They must have been looking for classmates or friends in Ravenclaw that they knew, and they were shipped directly through connections.

Prefect Robert, who was standing at the door of the dormitory, seemed to have been waiting for a long time. He was quite embarrassed:

"I'm sorry, Rock. The pure-blood wizards from Slytherin have found so many young wizards from our side."

"I've warned them once, but someone still sent them gifts..."

After all, he was delivering something to Rock's private dormitory. Robert was very cautious about this matter. There were no prefects in the lower grades, and he was currently in charge of the first to third grades.

So after learning about this, Robert rushed over immediately.

He didn't want to offend anyone inexplicably because of some trivial matter, especially Rock.