Rolf has recently discovered a strange thing, Hogwarts friends have been inexplicably releasing his pigeons lately.

"Cedric, aren't you going to train today?" Rolf was waiting for Cedric to organize training on the Quidditch pitch, but he and his team had been waiting for almost an hour, and Cedric hadn't shown up yet.

Rolf contacted Cedric in the owl notebook, but Cedric's asked, "What training?

It's not the first time Rolf has seen this happen, such as making an appointment with Malfoy to go to the library, Hermione to borrow notes, and Justin to bring a copy for himself when he uses an owl to buy papyrus.

But...... He was released countless times, at first he thought it was an isolated phenomenon of the little wizards, until more and more pigeons were gathered.

Rolf was looking forward to this forgetfulness happening to Professor Snape, as he was distressed every time he looked at his threatening expression.

However, this was only Rolf's fantasy, as Professor Snape had never forgotten about it, and he still underestimated the professor's obsession with Hallie.

"Rolf, are you done with your homework on the history of magic?" Malfoy asked as he watched Rolf and the Hufflepuff badgers walk in from outside the castle and looked up from the many historical materials in front of him.

"Malfoy, the history of magic was finished yesterday, and our homework was handed in, did you forget?" Rolf asked in surprise.

"Why am I not impressed?" Malfoy's mouth opened in surprise as he heard Rolf's words. Then he looked at the information in front of him in a daze, not knowing what to say.

Goyle, who was sitting next to Malfoy, was holding a small cake that he had stolen from an after-dinner dessert that he didn't know from, and he looked up and said, "That's right, I already handed it in yesterday, and I'm curious why you're still flipping through those books." ”

With that, he swallowed all the rest of the cake in one gulp.

Rolf pulled Malfoy up from the Slytherin table, and Malfoy was still trying to put away his book first, "Wait, wait, where are you going to take me? Let me put my things away first!"

"Let Crabbe and Goyle clean up for you, you come with me now!" Rolf ignored Malfoy's struggles, and instead dragged Malfoy to the school doctor's office with his superior physical fitness.

"What are we doing in the school infirmary? I'm not sick, am I? Is there something wrong with you?" asked Malfoy, confused.

"No, I just think you've been a little weird lately, and I'd like Madam Pomfrey to show you something. Rolf didn't look back, but replied as he knocked on the door of the school doctor's room.

"I, stop kidding, I think I'm fine. "I didn't expect this to be a little snake who is still a little snake who is afraid of medical treatment.

"Please come in!" Madam Pomfrey replied from inside the door.

Rolf pushed the door open and entered, only to see Madam Pomfrey looking for something.

"Is there anything I need help with?" Madam Pomfrey didn't look up, but continued to bask in the tome on her desk.

"Ma'am, I think something is very wrong with my classmate lately, he often forgets things, very often!" said Rolf, after pressing the little snake behind him to his chair.

"Oh, really?" Madam Pomfleur looked up, then stood up to check on Malfoy.

As she examined it, Madam Pomfrey's nonchalant expression vanished, replaced by a solemn one.

Rolf felt that the atmosphere in the entire school infirmary was wrong, and he felt a little depressed.

"Is he the only one?" asked Madam Pomfrey, turning to Rolf.

"No, many of my classmates have been like this recently, what they promised but didn't do it, and what they agreed on, they also released pigeons inexplicably......"

Just as Rolf was about to say something, Madam Pomfrey took her hand from the top of Malfoy's head and said:

"Something is wrong, but I'm not sure yet, can you help me find a few more students with the symptoms you just mentioned?"

Rolf nodded when he heard this, and then left Malfoy to Madam Pomfrey and left alone.

It didn't take long for Cedric, Hermione, and his roommates to be brought in, and he didn't mention going to the school doctor's office for a check-up, except that he needed their help with something.

It wasn't that Rolf was deliberately hiding something, but he was afraid of causing panic, after all, he read something from Madam Pomfrey's expression.

"Madame, I brought them here. Rolf pushed open the door to the infirmary, but it was already full of professors, and Malfoy was surrounded in the middle.

Seeing Rolf pushing open the door, Malfoy seemed to see a savior, and hurriedly cast a look for help.

"Yes, thank you, Mr. Scamander. Madam Pomfrey's expression was a little gloomy, but she thanked Rolf very politely.

The few people behind her were fiddled with by Madam Pomfrey with a confused expression, and this time she not only checked herself, but also called several professors around her.

Rolf listened to their chattering and seemed to hear something.

"It's clear that someone has tampered with their memories. Professor McGonagall said with a serious face.

"But who? It's hard to imagine who would alter the students' memories at Hogwarts. Professor Flitwick, who was standing on a stool, immediately spoke.

Professor Dumbledore on the side didn't say a word, he seemed to be thinking about something.

"Now we have to find out who is tampering with the memories of the students, like this little Slytherin guy who has been tampered with at least three times.

If he comes back a few more times, it's hard to guarantee that he won't turn out to be a fool in the future. Madam Pomfrey reminded.

Malfoy, who had a grieving face, didn't feel anything when he heard Madam Pomfrey say, 'This little Slytherin fellow', but when he heard that he might become a fool, his whole body was in good spirits.

"What, you mean I'm going to be a fool?" the little blonde snake jumped up at once, like Lady Loris who had been trampled on her tail.

"It's okay, kid, I'll help you, don't worry too much. You should thank your friend, if he hadn't brought you here, you might have been in real danger. Madam Pomfrey reassured.

The original confused expressions of the other people are even more confused at this moment, if Rolf can take the mind of the gods, it is estimated that he can hear the soul torture of several of them:

Who am I, where am I, and what happened?

PS: It's on fire. It is estimated that Waste South will be running again this time...... I'm!!!!