Rolf had recently built a small house in the cultivation space, after all, he had found that it was really convenient for time to pass in the cultivation space.

As for how the house came to be, and where did the raw materials come from? Come on, this is a magical world, and the magic of the house-elves is not built.

And now he was sitting back on his pillow and opening a leather book, A History of Magic by Bathilda Basshat.

He looked at the large passages of the book with some pain, but he had to force himself to read it, and from time to time he moved the tip of his pencil from top to bottom on the page.

He was looking for material to help him write his dissertation, entitled "The Burning of Witches in the Fourteenth Century Was Completely Meaningless—A Discussion Paper."

In the Middle Ages, Muggle people were particularly afraid of magic, but they were not very good at recognizing it.

Occasionally, they actually caught a witch or witch, but at this point, the burning had little effect.

Wizards or witches perform a basic magic that freezes flames when incinerated, enjoying the gentle tingling pleasure of the flames while feigning pain and screaming.

The soothsayer Wendelin was so fond of being burned that he had been caught in various disguises forty-seven times.

Rolf muttered quietly, but he was thinking in his heart, sure enough, it was the peaceful era that saved me, I thought those shit eaters were perverted enough, but I didn't expect the people in the past to be even more perverted?

In the midst of Rolf's muttering, he finished his discussion of Wendlin, stopped writing, and leaned back on his pillow to think about what he had done.

Harry is going to have a birthday lately? I hate birthdays or something, I used to send a red envelope, but now I have to think hard about what gift to give.

Or...... After all, his home is a magical zoo, but Harry already has Hedwig, and he won't be allowed to bring any more pets.

And his Uncle Vernon would never help Harry with a pet.

It's a headache, it's too difficult, why don't you give him an owl phone, save trouble!

Rolf took out a magic stone, and then carved the Spirit Gathering Array, the Shadow Transmission Array, and the Transmission Array on it, and then connected them to the Magic Mirror, and a brand new mobile phone was made.

As for the method of promotion, Rolf is ready to learn from penguins, relying on overwhelming advertisements and fighting landlords.

He imitated the advertising case of the previous life, bought the advertising page of the Daily Prophet for a week, and then unveiled a little bit every day to attract the attention of wizards.

As for how to run on the owl mobile phone, this depends on the group chat function, and a 4-person chat room is established by the magic mirror, and then through the shadow, simulating the style of dealing cards and playing cards.

Although Rolf can't achieve more functions at the moment, he feels that just fighting the landlord can bring a different wave to the calm wizarding world.

When he finished refining, he called his owl and sent it to Harry, and wrote a greeting card:

Happy birthday to Harley (crossed out) Leigh Potter, I've got a couple of upgraded versions of the Owl Notebook, I'll give you one to try it out in advance, and keep it secret!

As a result, it didn't take long for Rolf to take out his owl phone, and the group chat read:

The most beautiful cub on the Quidditch pitch: Rolf, how do you use the upgraded version of the owl notebook you gave me?

Well, he will never understand what he says, and I said that I would keep it a secret......

Immediately afterward, Malfoy wrote, "What is an upgraded version of the Owl Notebook?" Why didn't I see it at the Changing Ink Stationery Store?

Harry: Rolf said it was early access, wait...... I...... Sorry Rolf, I sent the wrong group!

Rolf: It's okay...... I...... Keep smiling

The decoration of the crayfish shop in Diagon Alley is also nearing completion, and after he asked the house-elves to make a sumptuous crayfish feast for the big guys, everyone was impressed by the deliciousness of the crayfish.

He was going to open a crayfish shop in the Muggle world as well, but since he was not yet an adult in the Muggle world, he had to find an agent to help with it.

This is also thanks to the three ancient coins that Wang Si brought to him, otherwise he would not be able to spend money so lavishly, and the life of a rich person is just right.

Just mobilize the vast number of British Muggles to catch crayfish together, and I can earn at a low price and sell at a high price, isn't it beautiful?

And his method to solve the overflow of crayfish is also very simple, that is, all cooked, he doesn't believe that those crayfish can still flood after cooking?

Anyway, my warehouse has the function of time standstill, and it won't break if you put it in it for a long time.

Everything is busy, so naturally I have to give myself a vacation, after all, it is about to open, and it is estimated that I will still be busy.

"The public must be aware that Blake is armed and extremely dangerous. We've set up a hotline where anyone knows of Blake's whereabouts must report it immediately. ”

Rolf was sitting at the dinner table, eating Tina's sweetly peeled fruit, but there was some attention-grabbing information coming from the magic radio on the side.

"What did you just say on TV?" Grandma Tina, who was using magic to wash dishes in the kitchen, suddenly came out with a wooden shovel and anxiously asked Rolfe to confirm whether the news she had just heard was true or false.

"The Minister of Agriculture and Fisheries will announce ...... today," but by the time Tina wanted to listen carefully, it was clear that the news had already ended.

Rolf, who was eating fruit at the table, was a little confused, what was the situation? What happened just now? Why was Grandma so excited?

"Did you mean Blake, where did they just know him?" asked Tina, turning her head nervously.

"I didn't ...... No, I don't. Rolfnu recalled, should he be in Little Whitking now, but he couldn't say it directly, could he?

"Oh my God, that murderous maniac has escaped again?" Tina panicked, thinking he had seen Sirius kill with his own eyes.

"Newt!Newt!" saw that Grandma anxiously dropped the wooden shovel and hurried back to her room to discuss with Grandpa what she had just heard.

It is estimated that she is still secretly praying in her heart that this Blake must not be the same person as she imagined.

ps: I thought I was going to start quarantine, but nothing happened after getting off the plane hahaha.

I did a day of flying today, I got up at 6 in the morning and arrived home at 11 in the evening, so this one was a little rushed.

Some people ask why I don't write on the plane? Because I use a pad + Bluetooth keyboard, I get sick on the computer, so it's very inconvenient.

I'm sorry everyone, but I'll forgive me~