[HP] I was the scroll king at Hogwarts

North Sea, Azkaban.

The originally delicate curly hair was deformed and drooped by the shoulders, but the thick fingers appeared a little slender because of a blessing in disguise.Biting her finger, Rita Skeeter looked out of the railing through her broken glasses.

"Don't look, do you want to attract dementors?" Brute next door was very dissatisfied with his neighbors, but Azkaban is not a place where you can change cells at will.

"Okay." Rita glanced at Brut secretly, told herself to be patient, gritted her teeth and retreated to the deepest part of the cell.

Brut slapped the iron railing in a circle, satisfied to see the woman curl up in a ball of terror.This is just a little interest for the time being, and she will bear some later.

Because of the attributes of dementors and the stingy nature of the Ministry of Magic, most of the prison guards in Azkaban are dementors, and only a pitifully small number of wizards are responsible for guarding the dementors and maintaining the basic operation of the prison.

When he heard that the new light criminal was a woman, he took out the little money he had saved and tried everything possible to find the jailer for it.Who knew that this woman was not only fat and ugly, but also a crazy lunatic.

"What are you doing!"

The sudden appearance of the warden made Brutt put away his fierce look immediately, and walked a few steps back to the center of his cell: "Just chatting casually, you came to deliver lunch in person? It was too hard."

As the head of this prison, Armand is extremely disgusted with these social dregs.But this Brute family is willing to spend money, and he doesn't mind giving some face.

"I've always been considerate of my subordinates." He replied lightly, "Now, it's lunch time."

He didn't raise his voice when he spoke the second sentence. Whether he could hear it was the prisoner's business.You won't die if you starve a few meals, and of course it's okay if you die, as long as you make sure no one escapes from the prison.

It was very quiet, but everyone heard it, especially Rita, who was very close to the jailer.

Almost lying on the railing, she stretched out her hand excitedly: "Quick, give it to me."

This crazy woman is getting more and more crazy.Brut could imagine the warden's terrifying expression without looking: "Calm down, this lunatic has been like this since he came in, and he keeps uttering incomprehensible words every day,"

The Ministry of Magic, Hogwarts, and writers are all things that can't be combined.

He also said that the Ministry of Magic was afraid of being threatened by her to rule, so it fabricated charges to let her in.It's ridiculous, if Tangtang Ministry of Magic really can't understand her, there are many ways to make her disappear from the world.

Armand looked at the embarrassing former reporter with great interest: "Rita Skeeter?"

Without waiting for a reply, he waved his wand to make the meal delivered to the feet of every prisoner in the cell.

The food in the prison can only be described as wrapping the belly.All three meals are mashed potatoes with a bottle of water, and you can get an apple on holidays.

At the beginning, Rita resisted, saying that this was abusing prisoners and a violation of human rights.

But before long, like the other prisoners, she would gobble up whatever was presented to her.

"Be honest." Armand explained to Brutt before leaving, "If something happens, it won't matter how rich your family is."

"Merlin bless!" Brutt shouted to the next cell in a strange way.

"I won't make you look good when I go out." Rita said suddenly.

"You are completely crazy." Brutt seemed to have heard some big joke, "Your sentence is much longer than mine."

Illegal Animagus, invasion of privacy, and most importantly, offending the higher-ups of the Ministry of Magic.

Rita's sentence was two years longer than his for the robbery.

After straightening her hair, Rita tightly held the note in her palm.They're just clowns. When they get out, they all have to...

Hogwarts.

"This is against school rules!"

"School rules stipulate that students can create clubs."

"Apply to the school first, and can only be established after approval. Every club must have an instructor." Percy adjusted his glasses, "I'm afraid you didn't even submit the first application."

"The professors already knew about it and didn't say anything."

"The fact that the professors didn't say it doesn't mean that you can act recklessly. You don't even know how many points you have deducted from the college."

"Boy, do you really think I won't beat people?" Jarvis tugged on his tie irritably. He wanted to vent the pressure of studying too much.

Red hair, skinny like a monkey, tall for this age.Another Weasley, but with glasses and a pedantic air that made him look like a Ravenclaw.

Jarvis looked at Percy on the opposite side, suspecting that it was Bill Weasley's instruction.

Although he has been busy with his studies recently, the majesty he left behind is still there. How could he be stopped and questioned by a first-year student.

"Bill asked you to come here?" Jarvis was inexplicably a little happy. Sure enough, his handsomeness still threatened the status of the so-called "Hogwarts school girl".

"What does that have to do with Bill?" Percy retorted immediately, "I am who I am, don't confuse me with them."

Yo, have a bad relationship with the family?Jarvis was interested. Sure enough, there would be conflicts if there were many brothers, even the famous Weasley family was no exception.

With an exaggerated tone, he stepped forward and patted Percy on the shoulder: "Why, if you have any troubles, you can talk to the senior. I am still very happy to help."

Percy stepped back vigilantly, disgusted by Jarvis' fake smile: "It has nothing to do with you."

"Why has nothing to do with me? If you brothers have conflicts, it will also affect the unity of the academy."

"Nonsense! You wait, I will not allow this kind of society to exist!"

Looking at Percy who left in a hurry, Jarvis grinned triumphantly, what the hell, Merlin's arrival can't stop the Gryffindor Castle Discovery and Adventure Club from becoming brilliant.

After a delay, there were more people in the corridor, and he started to jog with the exam key points drawn by the president of the previous student union himself, which he finally obtained.

In the six years at Hogwarts, he didn't achieve much, but he made a lot of friends.

It is a good thing to have many friends, but it is not a good thing when your prodigal son turns around and wants to study hard.

There are enough places in the library, but it is difficult to find a remote and quiet place where you will not meet all kinds of friends.

……

Compared with Jarvis, who is working hard, Andrew, who is also in the seventh grade, is much more relaxed.

Standing in the specially approved idle potion classroom, he felt that he was surrounded by the aura of the dean, and his confidence doubled!

"Where's Alice?" he asked Bill. "Didn't she send us here in a hurry?"

"She said she wanted to find some information, let's wait a while." Bill replied honestly.

Andrew didn't dare to complain, so he could only chat to pass the time: "I heard about your brother, is there a conflict?"

No matter what, Jarvis could be regarded as a man of the hour. He was stopped and questioned by the first-year students in the morning, and the gossip spread throughout Hogwarts in the afternoon.

"What did they say?" Bill shook his head helplessly, "I'm afraid it won't be explained simply by conflicts between brothers."

"Everyone just used a little bit of imagination." Andrew comforted, "The most exaggerated thing is that Percy is not his own, but actually Jarvis' younger brother."

Bill froze: "Isn't the red hair of the Weasley family obvious enough?"

Andrew shrugged: "So this is the most exaggerated."

But Hufflepuff's imagination is really rich, and he has already written countless scenes of brothers recognizing each other in just one afternoon.

I couldn't believe it at the beginning, but I misunderstood prejudice in the middle of the dance, and finally understood it.The plot twists and turns, touching, it is simply contemporary Shakespeare.

"What else?" Bill couldn't laugh or cry, "It must be that I am not from the Weasley family."

"That's not true, it's just that you are the villain who hinders their brother's recognition."

Andrew didn't say another version: the Hogwarts schoolgirl was jealous of Jarvis's godlike appearance, and insidiously sent his youngest brother to trip him up in an attempt to ruin his reputation.

I don't want my brother to be young but innocent, and he is impressed by Jarvis' noble qualities.

Because this version is too illogical, few people believe it, and it is only spread among a few people with bad tastes.

"Would you like to clarify?"

"It's not necessary. The age difference is a bit big, and there is a generation gap." Bill said lightly, "It's also because I didn't care enough about Percy before."

"Caring? Caring who?"

Arriving in a hurry, Alice couldn't help asking out of curiosity after hearing this sentence.

"It's nothing." Bill Qiang answered first, "Did you have an idea for calling us here so urgently?"

Andrew raised his eyebrows, did not expose Bill, and then changed the subject: "You can make us wait. Merlin only knows how precious the time in the seventh grade is."

Alice rolled her eyes: "Come on, don't think I don't know, you wanted Carrie to go to Hogsmeade for a date today."

"Time with your girlfriend is more precious." Andrew boasted boldly, "No one in Hogwarts knows time management better than me."

Exam preparation, appointments, and preparations for big competitions, he has never been so full in the past six years.

"Okay, okay, you are the best." Alice replied perfunctorily, "Now I have an idea, can you take your precious time to deign to listen to it?"

"All ears."

"Why do you suddenly have an inspiration?" Bill on the side was curious. He knew that Alice had been tortured a lot these days, and even chanted words while eating.

"This is also thanks to Andrew."

"What?" Andrew was puzzled, "What did I do?"

"To be precise, I would like to thank Andrew's girlfriend."

"Carrie?" Andrew was even more puzzled, "You don't want to develop beauty potions, do you?"

No wonder he thought so, after all, out of ten dates, eight out of ten times Carrie would complain that beauty potions were too expensive.The remaining two times were encouraging him to develop cheaper and more effective cosmetic medicines.

"Does Carrie know that you think about her so much?" Alice solemnly walked to the podium, "I think this idea is both innovative and practical."

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The author has something to say:

Something happened at home, I want to ask for a long vacation.During this period of time, stable updates cannot be guaranteed. If there is no update at [-]:[-] in the morning, it will be gone.

If all goes well, normal updates can resume on the 14th or 15th.

This chapter paves the way for a lot of content, including the potion to be developed.You can guess, if you guess right, it will be updated twice a day after the normal update (the main reason is that there are too many contents, I am afraid that I will not be able to finish writing for a year.)

There is also that milk tea, my friend only gave me a pack, I am not sure about the brand, you can search for "Tara Erji", it should be this