The advantages of owning a high-quality broomstick came to light at this time, and Rolf easily stood out from the crowd of young wizards with his relatively proficient broomstick technology and the Halo 2000, which far surpassed others.

"Great, Rolfe, well done!" As Rolf flew back to the Quidditch pitch, Cedric ran over excitedly, as if he had won himself.

"You might be able to fly even better with your skills, and congratulations on joining the Hufflepuff Quidditch team!" Cedric continued.

At this moment, Rolf received a five-star praise from Han Li:

The shopkeeper not only solved the hidden dangers in my body, but also gave me a powerful magic pet, after successfully escaping, I kept reflecting on whether I was asking too much?

Anyway, thank you for the generosity of the owner, and I'm looking forward to the next deal with the owner!

"The host establishes a long-term trading relationship with the children of the plane, and obtains the seed of the plane, please pay attention to check. ”

Just when Rolf looked at the five-star praise with a look that he was used to, the prompt of the system's machinery sounded.

It seemed that Han Li, who was out of danger of his life, had also begun to be noticed by the world he was in, and he had gained a certain amount of luck blessings.

Rolf, Malfoy and Harry, who had also participated in the audition, walked towards the castle together, only to hear Ron say in a dejected voice:

"I was the only one who didn't make it through the selection, but you all became members of the academy team. ”

Looking at his depressed mood, Harry didn't know how to comfort him, and Hermione said, "It's okay, you can go to the library with me for self-study, otherwise I'm alone." ”

Ron, who was already in a very low mood, almost cried after listening to Hermione's words.

Why didn't I just pick a better broomstick? Why didn't I just stop working hard and be better?

Malfoy accidentally laughed when he saw Ron, whose face was flushed, and of course, he was greeted only by Ron's murderous gaze.

Rolf said goodbye to the crowd and prepared to go back to the Hufflepuff Lounge to take a shower and come out for dinner, but Malfoy, who was walking along the way, tugged at his sleeve.

Rolf followed Malfoy's gestured gaze towards a corner, and saw Professor Lockhart, dressed like a peacock, standing there arguing with someone.

With Rolf's ever-increasing physical fitness, it was not difficult to hear what they were arguing about.

I'm sorry, Professor Lockhart, I didn't mean to eavesdrop on your conversation, Rolf apologized insincerely.

"How many times have I said it, the way you look now is really too different from what I expected, please don't continue like this, okay?" said a weak voice that was not very imposing.

"Isn't that what you expect me to be? Isn't everything I have you fantasized about? Why are you saying such things now?"

Lockhart tried to keep his voice low, but his tone betrayed his anger.

"What are they talking about?" Malfoy whispered as he looked at Rolf's face with a puzzled look on his face.

But before Rolf could answer, he saw that Lockhart had already turned around, and the wand from the depths shouted at this side, "Who is there?"

Rolf didn't dare to delay too much, and quickly took out the invisibility cloak and put it on himself and Malfoy, causing the two of them to disappear in front of Professor Lockhart, who was getting closer.

"Lockhart, no! don't do it again, please!" I saw a sorceress in a somewhat plain dress and a somewhat timid expression stepped forward, trying to stop Lockhart and continue to persuade him.

But instead of smiling what he thought was charming, Lockhart shook off the outstretched and somewhat thin looking hand.

"Go away, this is Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, as a professor, I'm not welcome you here, please leave immediately. Lockhart said coldly.

Then, after searching everywhere to no avail, he angrily withdrew his wand and left the place alone.

The witch crouched on the ground and began to cry, but Rolf and Malfoy didn't want to make trouble for themselves, so they left wisely, and did not come forward to comfort them.

"What did they just say?" asked Malfoy, curious again.

"As you heard, the witch advised Lockhart not to do this anymore, it seems that not all witches are Lockhart's brainless fans, there are still many sober people. ”

Rolf said casually as he scratched his chin with his hand.

Malfoy was still curious about the witch's relationship with Lockhart, but Rolf had no intention of accompanying him to continue his inquiry.

Because the elves in the workshop system have successfully brewed a medicinal porridge to cure the strange diseases of the centaur tribe.

"You go back to the lounge first, I'm going to take a shower too, Quidditch really isn't an easy and comfortable sport. Rolf didn't look back, and quickly shook off Malfoy, who was still gossiping.

Malfoy, on the other hand, walked towards the Slytherin common room, took out an owl notebook, and wrote in the group chat:

A noble dragon: You don't know what Rolf and I saw, it's amazing!

Did Hermione study today: What's wrong? Say, don't sell it!

A Noble Dragon: Okay...... That's right, I'm with Rolf......

But just as Malfoy was about to give a very detailed account of the cause, development, process, and outcome of the whole thing, Ron interrupted him very violently.

Did Ron eat chicken drumsticks today: Don't ink, get to the point!

Rolf ignored the vibrating notebook in the warehouse, as he and Hagrid were walking towards the centaur settlement, carrying a suitcase that he had just picked up from the common room and was going to use as a cover.

"Rolf, have you really found a solution to the strange ailments of the centaur tribe? Their temper seems to have been drained by pain lately, and if you don't have a foolproof solution, I'd advise you not to go. Hagrid said worriedly.

On the one hand, he felt that Rolf was only 12 years old, still a child, and he was afraid that he did not know the seriousness of the matter.

But on the other hand, as Rolf said, he was enlightened by Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, believing that he knew more about Fantastic Beasts than he did.

If he could actually save the pesky centaurs who were always not good at talking, Hagrid would be happy, at least the next time he patrolled the Forbidden Forest, he would be able to find someone to talk to.

"Okay, Hagrid, believe me, okay? This is the fourth time you've asked me the same question. Sure enough, human nature is a repeater, and Rolf was finally impatient with Hagrid's tireless questioning.