Rolf felt that he was seriously inadequate, and even had some precursors of schizophrenia.

It was completely different from what he imagined to be able to have 27 hours in a day, because for the extra three hours, Rolf was in a state of insanity.

He's been suffering from insomnia for days, his body clock is disrupted, and he's being deducted points every day by professors in various ways because he can't resist the urge to sleep in class.

It's hard to imagine how Hermione, a third-year student, managed to navigate so many time cracks, and sure enough, for someone like Hermione, learning is as much of interest as playing?

Rolf thinks it's time for him to climb to the eighth floor and start his quest for the Ravenclaw crown, and that once he gets it, he might be able to alleviate his symptoms.

During Potions class that day, he took out his owl notebook and prepared to ask Cedric for leave to skip half of Quidditch training.

But what he didn't know, a large bat was standing behind him, watching his every move.

Just as Rolf was holding the quill and scribbling on it, a quill suddenly appeared, and next to Rolf's quill he wrote:

Hufflepuff dunks 10 points!

Rolf looked at the quill that suddenly appeared, and suddenly felt an eerie aura coming from the back of his neck, and then Professor Snape spoke:

"Mr. Scamander, I thought you were already angry enough to sleep in my class, but I didn't expect you to do anything that made me even more angry.

Oh, that's a lot, that 10 points were deducted for Cedric, and you're going to deduct 20 points for your academy!"

Rolf was trembling for the rest of the day as the maker potions, while the owl notebook on one side was trembling, as if stimulated by his master.

Rolf looked at Professor Snape who had been standing beside him in embarrassment, and he secretly complained in his heart, Cedric couldn't be smarter?

Finally, Rolf made it to the end of class, and after replying to Cedric in his notebook, he found a place where no one was, quickly put on his invisibility cloak, and staggered up to the eighth floor.

For a person like Rolf who often exercises, the phrase 'it is not difficult to go up to the eighth floor in one breath' in the cover advertisement is really not very difficult.

He walked to the tapestry, and behind the wall was the Room of Requirement, waiting to carry out the orders of those who entered.

I need that place to hide, Rolf whispered in his mind's mind, and when he ran through for the third time, the door appeared.

As soon as he crossed the threshold, he immediately closed the door, for fear that others would find out his tracks.

The room was about the size of a church, and the surrounding landscape looked like a city, with high walls made up of thousands of long-dead students.

Rolf saw a specimen of a troll standing in the doorway, like a patron saint, watching Rolf pass by him.

But when Rolf walked over, he plucked the feathers and tightened the troll specimen into the storehouse, and perhaps who would be interested in it in the future.

When the troll specimen was gone, the vacated spot was filled with the garbage next to it again, leaving him with nowhere to stay.

Rolf hesitantly scanned the room, looking at the small passages between the garbage heaps, not knowing where to find the tiara.

"The crown is flying!" Rolf waved his wand, ready to try the Flying Charm, but nothing flew towards him.

In fact, he had predicted this result a long time ago, because when the Flying Spell was used, he had to know the specific location of the spell caster, but in the face of this garbage, Rolf couldn't specifically locate it at all.

Rolf's footsteps echoed through the empty room, and he rummaged through the mountains of garbage, hoping for something to be gained.

Bottles, hats, chests, chairs, books, weapons, brooms, bats, he really couldn't understand why the seniors at Hogwarts were hiding these useless things here.

Rolf walked deeper and deeper into the labyrinth of rubble, searching for what could be seen in the room, his own choking breathing ringing in his ears.

It's not that it's a little suffocated by too much exercise, it's that these old things are covered with a thick layer of dust, and Rolf brings up a cloud of dust every time he lifts up something.

He could only keep controlling his breathing as little as possible, so that the dust would not be sucked into his airways.

Suddenly, his eyes were drawn to something: an old cabinet with a blistered surface, and on top of it was a pockmarked bust of a wizard.

On the head of the bust, he was wearing an old gray hair cover, and something like an old faded crown.

Rolf wanted to get close to the statue, but the road ahead was blocked by a large pile of garbage, and he had to cross a mountain of garbage to get to the statue.

Rolf walked slowly and shallowly, and with each step, a lot of debris flew back under his trampling.

The power of time is on full display at this time, and every time the clutter is gone, Rolf is crooked by the sudden vacancy.

He now misses his broomstick so much that he hasn't bought a new one since he destroyed a Halo 2000 during a Quidditch match.

It's not that Rolf can't afford to spend that gold galleon if he doesn't buy it, but he's ready to transform it himself.

He had little interest in the very primitive broomstick, not only did he need the control of his predecessor's attention, but the speed was nowhere near what Rolf required.

Standing on the top of the garbage mountain, he successfully grasped the crown with his hand, only to see the small words engraved on it: Extraordinary ingenuity is the greatest treasure of mankind.

It was really the Ravenclade crown, and Rolf originally wanted to take it directly to the capital to try it, but one was that it was too dirty, but he was afraid of being controlled by the Horcruxes, so he resisted the idea.

He summoned Thomas from the garbage mountain, and Thomas, who was out of place here, frowned and flew into the air with wings as soon as he appeared.

"What's going on here, why is it so dirty?" Thomas's dislike was undisguised, and even Rolf was disgusted.

"emm, I need you to help me purify the soul from this Horcrux......" Before Rolf could finish speaking, the unicorn had already interrupted Rolf with his actions.

He passed the horn through the middle of the crown, and then shook his horn, and gradually something bloody, black, and viscous seemed to seep out of the crown.

They didn't drip to the ground like water, but gradually gathered into a fragment of souls, but its strange color made Rolf shudder.

Fortunately, the dark and viscous color didn't last long before it was enveloped in the white light emitted by the unicorn, and then a puff of black smoke came out of it.

Rolf faintly heard a faint cry of pain, but he couldn't tell if it was his hallucination.