Rolf used several cleansing spells to clean off most of the vinegar on his body, but there was still a strong sour smell around him.
He smelled the scent on his body and felt something was wrong.
If other Hufflepuff students smelled this obvious vinegar smell, wouldn't they immediately know that he had been defeated by the wooden barrel at the entrance of the common room
Thinking of this, Rolf secretly took out the Winged Demon that was curled up like a cocoon in his pocket.
"Little guy, lend me some of your venom." He whispered, "I haven't learned the Oblivion Charm yet, and I might need your venom."
After being diluted, the venom of the curled-winged demon has a certain effect of erasing memory, which is somewhat similar to the forgetfulness spell.
However, the Forgetfulness Spell can erase any memory, and the effect of the diluted Winged Demon venom is to make people forget bad memories.
Rolf's grandfather once used the venom of the Winged Demon to help the Magical Congress of America erase the memory of magic from all the local Muggles, or non-magical people called No-Maj there.
It is also because of Newt's actions that the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy is maintained.
Rolf wanted to collect the venom of the curled-winged demon so that he could erase other people's memories.
If he was really discovered sneaking into Hogwarts, he would prepare to suddenly make a face to scare that person, so that the memory of seeing him would become a bad memory, and then use diluted curling-wing venom to eliminate it.
Rolf looked at the bag on which his grandfather had cast a traceless stretching spell without his grandmother's knowledge. Inside was a mask made according to the characteristics of a Boggart, and he smiled with satisfaction.
As long as the wizard puts on this mask, he will see the thing he fears most in his life. It is very practical!
As a future magizoologist, Rolf always prepares various props for himself every time he goes out on an adventure, and he never knows when they will come in handy.
He skillfully took out a small bottle, grabbed the sharp teeth in the Winged Demon's mouth and began to collect the venom.
However, at this moment, a student who looked two or three years older than Rolf and was quite handsome suddenly walked around the corner of the corridor and appeared next to the barrel in front of the entrance to the Hufflepuff common room.
"Hey, which grade are you in? Why are you standing at the door of the common room?" The Hufflepuff student glanced at the yellow and black scarf around Rolf's neck and did not question his identity.
"I don't seem to have any impression of you. My name is Cedric Diggory, a fourth-year student. What's your name?" he asked as he pulled out his wand from his pocket and was about to hit the bottom of one of the large barrels.
Just then, a sour smell came into Cedric's nose.
"Is this... vinegar?"
Cedric frowned and instantly turned the wand that was about to hit the barrel and pointed it at Rolf.
"I was wondering why I haven't seen you before. It turns out you are from another house." Cedric said seriously, "Why did you wear a Hufflepuff scarf and pretend to be a student of our house? And you even came to the door of our common room?"
Rolf was originally watching Cedric's actions eagerly, wanting to take a closer look at how this Hufflepuff senior entered the common room.
He didn't expect that this senior was so sharp. He immediately suspected him, so he secretly hid the small bottle of Curled-Winged Demon in his hand behind his back.
"What's that in your hand?" Cedric asked, frowning at Rolf's sneaky behavior. "Is it a prank prop you want to throw into our common room?"
"No, senior, I'm really from Hufflepuff." Rolf argued calmly, "I'm a first-year student, and I forgot how to get into the common room..."
After being suspected by Hermione, he knew this time that he shouldn't say he was a second-year student because it would be too easy to be seen through.
If I pretend to be a first-year student, I might be able to use the excuse that I'm not familiar with the place to justify myself for a while.
"Don't talk nonsense. The first semester of the first year is almost over. How can you still not remember the password?" Cedric didn't believe Rove's nonsense at all. "Let me guess. You are not from Ravenclaw. People in their academy are not that boring..."
He was thoughtfully guessing Rolf's college, but he didn't know that this little wizard was not a student of Hogwarts at all...
"Gryffindor and Slytherin are both possible—"
"If it's Gryffindor, I won't be surprised if another prankster like Fred and George comes. If it's Slytherin, you might have purebloods who are full of discrimination against Hufflepuffs. Those people always want to come and bully the students here."
"So which one are you?"
Looking at Cedric, who looked as if he saw through everything, Rove was a little speechless.
How come every student I meet is so smart? Are all the students at Hogwarts so amazing
"But I'm really from Hufflepuff, senior!" Rolf said stubbornly.
He wanted to struggle a little more, and quietly took out the bag that he had cast the Traceless Stretching Charm on, wanting to take out the scary mask from it.
"Don't move!" Cedric raised his voice and thrust his wand forward, "Don't try to sneak attack me with those mischievous little things of yours. I've known Fred and George for a long time, and I'm quite familiar with these things!"
Seeing that Cedric had exposed his plan in one go, Rolf became even more helpless.
Who were Fred and George so talented that they could let this Hufflepuff senior see through the little prop they used for their prank at a glance
Hogwarts is truly filled with talented people, far beyond the reach of Invermorny!
"Senior, but I am really a Hufflepuff student." It seems that there is no way to sneak attack, so Rolf decided to go the emotional route, "My memory has always been bad. I often forget various things since I was a child..."
He put on a crying expression, "... My father and grandfather both studied magical animals. They originally wanted to train me to be a magical zoologist, but because my memory is too bad, they gave up!"
"Every time I feed the animals, I always forget what I have fed them, so it often happens that one animal is fed several times and is almost full to death, while another one has not been fed once and is still hungry..."
"For this reason alone, I'm afraid I'll never be able to be a magizoologist..."
Luo Fu's eyes were filled with tears.
Of course, these things were all made up by him, or rather, they were the experiences of a forgetful wizard who had come to Scamander's house to apply for an assistant position.
However, Cedric had no idea that these stories were made up by Rolf, and he was deeply moved.
Cedric's father, Amos Diggory, worked at the Ministry of Magic's Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, and could be considered a magizoologist, if you will.
Cedric, who had been influenced by it since childhood, of course knew how to feed magical creatures and what precautions to take.
So he knew very well that everything Rolf said about magical creatures was correct, so he should not have lied about Rolf's father and grandfather wanting him to be a magical zoologist.
"I'm sorry, I wronged you." After a slight hesitation, Cedric put away his wand.
Most of his suspicion of Rove was gone.
But Cedric was still the best among his peers, so he still had some doubts about what Rove said.
"What a poor little wizard! Why don't you tell me your dormitory number and I will take you back to the dormitory directly?" Cedric said with concern.
His tone was very gentle, but the implication was that he was asking about Rolf's dormitory, wanting to further confirm whether this strange student was a freshman in Hufflepuff.
As an excellent student who worked as a tool for Professor Dracula for half a year... no, a teaching assistant, Cedric often went to various dormitories to collect homework and remembered the dormitory numbers of each grade very clearly.
Cedric had already decided that if Rolf couldn't tell his dormitory number, or told a dormitory number that was not a first-year dormitory, he would immediately kick this deceiving little wizard out of the basement where Hufflepuff was!
However, Rolf was no pushover. He discovered Cedric's plan almost immediately, and his heart tightened.
How would he know which dormitory the first-year students were in
If you keep talking nonsense, the chances of being exposed are too high; but if you continue to use your poor memory as an excuse, that is too unconvincing and you will probably continue to be suspected.
As he was hesitating, Rolf suddenly remembered the story about Hogwarts that his grandfather Newt had told him.
"The Hogwarts kitchen is hidden behind a portrait of a huge silver fruit bowl. To open it, you have to reach out and scratch the pear in the portrait, and then it will turn into a big green door handle. This is something that only Hufflepuff students know."
Rove's eyes lit up.
"Senior, you don't have to take me back to the dormitory. That would be too much trouble for you." He said.
Just as Cedric's eyes showed a look of doubt again, Rolf immediately said: "I feel a little hungry and want to go to the kitchen to eat something. Do you want to join us?"
Cedric was stunned for a moment, then nodded slowly.
"Okay," he said.
Cedric wanted to see if this strange student could find the location of the Hogwarts kitchen.
The method of entering the kitchen is basically something passed down from generation to generation among Hufflepuff wizards. If he really entered the kitchen, then his identity as a Hufflepuff wizard could be roughly confirmed.
Rolf breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Cedric was willing to come along.
If this senior didn't come along, how could he use his position in the kitchen to prove that he was a Hufflepuff student
With this in mind, Rolf walked briskly around the corner of the wide marble corridor, looking left and right for the portrait with the silver fruit plate without leaving any trace.
Finally, he found a large oil painting hanging on the wall.
Unlike other magical portraits that move around, the image in this painting shows no signs of movement at all, just like an ordinary Muggle oil painting.
There is a huge silver fruit plate in the painting, which is filled with various fruits such as apples, bananas, grapes, pears, etc.
The only pear was right in front of all the fruits!
There was an irrepressible joy in Luo Fu's eyes, but also a hint of nervousness.
He took a deep breath, slowly raised his hand, and gently scratched the huge pear—
It was only then that the magical properties of the painting became apparent.
A cute little face suddenly appeared on the pear's body. It seemed that it couldn't stand the tickling and couldn't help laughing.
At the same time, the smiling pear seemed to be pulled out of the painting by something, stretched and thinned, and turned into a big green door handle.
The stone in Luo Fu's heart fell completely.
He grasped the door handle and gently opened the kitchen door.
The opening of this kitchen door seemed to mean that a new world had opened up to Rolf...
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That evening, there was a new face in the Hufflepuff common room—
His name is Rolf Scamander, and he is the first non-Hufflepuff to enter the Hufflepuff common room!
Rolf deliberately left the kitchen a little later than Cedric, and followed the method Cedric told him to enter the Hufflepuff common room, and in the rhythm of "Helga Hufflepuff", he took his wand and knocked on the bottom of the large wooden barrel in the middle of the second row.
With the right knock, the lid of one of the large barrels slid open, revealing a narrow passage.
Rolf followed this passage and entered the Hufflepuff common room he had been longing for.
The Hufflepuff common room is round, plain, low, welcoming, warm, and sunny, with lots of yellow hangings, polished brass, and soft sofas and armchairs decorated in yellow and black.
Looking out from the circular windows, you can see "swaying grass and dandelions", making the entire lounge look lively.
There is a large honey-yellow wooden mantelpiece opposite the entrance, carved with an image of a badger, the representative animal of Hufflepuff; above the fireplace hangs a portrait of Helga Hufflepuff, the founder of the house.
When Rolf came in, the common room was busiest, and few people would pay attention to a strange face that suddenly appeared.
After all, Hufflepuff has absorbed all the young wizards who do not meet the characteristics of any other house, and has long become the largest house in Hogwarts.
Therefore, there are too many students in the seven grades of Hufflepuff, and it is usually difficult for the young wizards here to have the opportunity to recognize every student in the same house.
Taking advantage of this unique opportunity, Rolf quietly stopped a young-looking Hufflepuff wizard and put his arm around his shoulders affectionately.
"Hey, classmate, are you a first-year student?" he asked in a familiar manner.
"Ah, yes... yes." The young Hufflepuff wizard seemed to be frightened by Rolf's familiarity and began to stutter when speaking.
"Nice to meet you. I'm Rolf Scamander, a freshman who just transferred here." Rolf made up a lie without thinking, "Professor Dumbledore asked me to come to the common room by myself and find a freshman dormitory with beds available."
"Do you know which first-year dormitory has extra beds?" he asked.
In fact, allocating beds should be the job of Dean Sprout, but Rolf only knew his grandfather's old acquaintance Professor Dumbledore at Hogwarts, and didn't know who was the head of Hufflepuff.
So he could only think of deceiving this first-year Hufflepuff wizard in the name of the headmaster.
Rove's idea was that there were four people in each dormitory, and as long as the number of Hufflepuff freshmen this year was not a multiple of four, there would definitely be a dormitory with empty beds, so he could sneak in and live there.
"Ah, I'm glad to meet you too. My name is Giammarco Rondon." The first-year Hufflepuff wizard scratched his head and said honestly, "It just so happens that there is an extra bed in our dormitory. You can stay in our dormitory."
Luo Fu was lucky enough to get this empty bed without any effort.
He put his arm around Giammarco's shoulders affectionately, and the two of them went to Giammarco's dormitory together.
Each Hufflepuff dormitory has a four-poster bed with patchwork sheets, copper lamps that emit warm light, and copper bed warmers for young wizards to use in winter.
The same was true of Giammarco's bedroom, except that there were only three four-poster beds covered with sheets, and one bed was empty, which showed at a glance that no one lived there.
As a future magizoologist, Rolf, like Newt, has developed the habit of carrying bedding with him and sleeping outdoors anytime and anywhere.
He naturally took out a set of bedding from the bag that he had cast an invisible stretch charm on and spread it on the empty bed on the spot, without his three new roommates doubting the authenticity of his identity.
Not only that, that same night, Rolf distributed the various gadgets he carried with him, which were made from parts dropped from magical beasts, to all the first-year Hufflepuff wizards and quickly became friends with these simple little guys.
"How about it, is what I brought to you interesting?"
At this time, in Rolf's new dormitory, all the first-year Hufflepuff wizards gathered together, surrounding Rolf like stars surrounding the moon.
"These little things of yours are so interesting, Rolf!" said Giammarco, who was already very familiar with Rolf. "But you gave us so many good things, but we have nothing to give you. How can we be so embarrassed?"
"Yes, yes, we can't accept so many expensive gifts from you!"
"Yes, it's too expensive!"
"… "
The little Hufflepuff wizards were simple, kind, and loyal after all, and they were unwilling to accept Rolf's gift for no reason.
"Don't rush to refuse. Just listen to me."
Looking at the sincere faces of the new classmates around him, Luo Fu couldn't help feeling touched, and felt even more satisfied with the school and college that his grandfather had praised so highly.
He unconsciously put on a smile on his face, "Actually, I gave you all so many things on the first day of coming to Hogwarts because I have a request for you..."
"Just tell me whatever you want to say, Rolf, we are all good friends!" said one of the young Hufflepuff wizards generously.
"Yes, Rolf, we should help each other!" said another little wizard, "and since you are so generous, we can't be too stingy, right?"
The simple and kind-hearted young Hufflepuff wizards had no idea what Rolf was planning and all expressed their agreement.
"Thank you so much, everyone." Luo Fu showed a touched expression, "In this case, I won't hide it from you..."
"Can you help me hide my identity as a transfer student from other professors and classmates? If others ask, I will say that I enrolled with you at the same time, but I am usually more low-key and not noticed."
“I don’t want to be ostracized by others just because I’m a transfer student.”
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