Chapter 2: Isn't This Better Than a Stick?

Chapter 2: Isn't This Better Than a Stick?

Rolf was actually a time traveler.

A year ago, he was just a nine-to-five worker in Edinburgh.

After a car accident, when he woke up, he had already traveled to the world of Harry Potter and became a teenager.

It took him a long time to accept this reality and figure out the identity of this body.

Rolf Scamander,

His grandfather was Newt Scamander, a famous magizoologist and a Knight of the Order of Merlin, Second Class.

His grandmother was Tina Scamander, who served as an auror in the United States and captured the first Dark Wizard, Gellert Grindelwald.

His father was a renowned magical archaeologist, and his mother was a professor at Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

His family background couldn't be described as ordinary but rather... unremarkable!

Coming from a humble background, it was apparent that it wasn't safe in this dangerous magical world, especially with Voldemort about to return.

Luckily, Rolf had a handy system with him:

[Magical Creature Taming Compendium]

By capturing and taming magical creatures, Rolf could obtain their corresponding special magic.

The system also periodically issued various random side quests with varying difficulties.

Sometimes it was healing injured animals, other times it was nursing magical creature offspring, playing the role of a male mother. There were also tasks to rescue endangered species and help with breeding their offspring, commonly known as... Ahem you know right.

In short, the tasks were peculiar and diverse, ranging from all sorts of things.

So, when a task to capture and tame Hermione Granger was announced, Rolf wasn't too surprised.

After all, the system couldn't really come up with anything serious.

Just get used to it!

Rolf secretly complained and quietly opened the system, revealing an invisible screen before his eyes.

[Host: Rolf Scamander]

[Gender: Male]

[Birthday: July 15, 1980]

[Tamed Creatures]:

[Bowtruckle]

[Fwooper]

[Fire Salamander]

[Acquired Magic]:

[Vine Growth] (Bowtruckle)

Use magic to stimulate plant growth and possess the ability to control plants.

[Ear-piercing Sonic] (Fwooper)

Produces sharp screams that have a certain chance of causing dizziness and fear.

[Flame Flinger] (Fire Salamander)

Creates a fireball, which becomes unstable and prone to explosions when subjected to intense impact.

Taming magical creatures was not an easy task, and this was already the result of Rolf's efforts for the past six months.

Going through the wall, he saw a deep red steam engine was parked in front of Platform 9.

The sign on the train read:

Hogwarts Express.

As the rain grew stronger, Rolf opened an umbrella and saw a girl dragging a large suitcase while carrying a package. He gently held the umbrella over their heads.

Raindrops poured onto the umbrella, making a pitter-patter sound.

Hermione struggled with her luggage, her ears and neck turning red from the intense shame she had just endured. She felt embarrassed enough to dig a hole right there on Platform 9.

She turned her head to glare at Rolf and asked, "Didn't you know you could pass through that wall a long time ago?!"

"No, I just found out too. Maybe it takes a bit of talent," Rolf smiled. "Oh, wait, you can't see it? Well, that's a problem. You might be sorted into the worst house."

Hermione puffed her cheeks and stared at Rolf, angrily saying, "You're lying!"

Rolf laughed, squinting his eyes, his gaze falling on her particularly prominent front teeth.

They were so white and big!

Hermione quickly pursed her lips to cover her teeth, her face turning red. She glared at Rolf with round eyes, filled with anger.

This time, she really wanted to punch someone.

Rolf restrained his laughter and stopped teasing this explosive little kitten. He freed one hand and helped her carry the heavy package, then looked at the gloomy sky.

"Let's go, find an empty compartment... and get some sleep."

"..."

They arrived early, and there weren't many students. They quickly found an empty compartment. Rolf only had a black suitcase, but Hermione had brought a lot of things, as if she had moved her entire house.

After putting their luggage on the rack, Rolf took out an eye mask from his black case, leaned back on the cushion, closed his eyes, and fell into a deep sleep.

Returning from Romania to Britain, he had taken a night train, but couldn't sleep soundly during the night.

With so many people around and all sorts of wizards, it wouldn't be a joke if his black case got lost. Not to mention getting expelled from Hogwarts, it could likely cause an international dispute.

The Hogwarts Express was different; it was filled with students, so if anything got lost, it would be easy to retrieve.

Hermione was enthusiastically observing the scenery outside the window. She wanted to ask something but turned her head and found that Rolf had already fallen asleep.

Hermione stood up and carefully examined the delicate face of the young man. Was he really asleep?

She let out a long breath, sat back on the bench, gently pursed her lips, and sighed.

"What a strange classmate!"

"A not-so-serious school of magic just by its name!"

The girl looked out the window at the growing curtain of rain, the raindrops hitting the train, making a pitter-patter sound.

If it wasn't for that owl, she might have gone to St. Paul's Girls' School for middle school and become a civil servant in the UK... living a stable life.

But the girl's expression soon became excited again.

"Hello, magical world, here I come!"

...

...

After an unknown amount of time, Rolf was awakened by the noisy voices. He instinctively wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand and asked groggily, "Have we arrived at the school?"

The noise grew louder, with a mix of sobbing, screaming, and heart-wrenching cries.

He took off his eye mask, turned his head, and widened his eyes.

He saw three teenagers fighting in the compartment... or more accurately, two chubby boys and one round-faced boy fighting.

The round-faced boy was clearly at a disadvantage in terms of size and numbers. He was pinned to the ground and unable to move, but he refused to beg for mercy.

Hermione was jumping around anxiously beside them, shouting, "Stop it! Stop fighting! Don't fight anymore!"

"What's going on?" Rolf looked bewildered.

"After those two students came in, they told us to get out and vacate the compartment!" Hermione pointed at the two chubby boys and complained, "They also insulted Longbottom's parents, and then they started fighting."

Rolf nodded slightly, about to put an end to this commotion when he caught a glimpse of a strange girl sitting in the compartment.

Wearing a white shirt, faded jeans, and canvas shoes, her attire was extremely plain. She tied her hair into a wine-red ponytail and was currently searching for something in her bag.

The ponytailed girl quickly looked up, revealing a thin but exquisitely beautiful face. She appeared gentle and cold, and quite pretty.

The scene had a picturesque quality, except for one inconsistency—she was holding a thick and large baseball bat in her hand.

"..."

Hermione was hesitating whether to inform the older students when the ponytailed girl, with the baseball bat in hand, walked toward the two chubby boys.

She raised the bat and swung it forcefully, but her wrist was suddenly held firmly by a hand.

The ponytailed girl turned her head, tilting it slightly, seemingly puzzled.

Rolf released her wrist, helpless, saying, "If you hit them with that bat, you'll end up in Azkaban or get expelled even if you don't. We need to persuade people with reason."

He took out a few seeds from his pocket.

The ponytailed girl frowned. At this time, he still had the leisure to... Play with seeds?

Then, Rolf shook his wrist, and several seeds scattered in the air. He whispered, "The arrival of the arboreal realm... Oh, no, Vine Growth!"

Almost went to the wrong movie set.

Those seeds paused in the air, then suddenly dispersed. In a "time-lapse" manner, they miraculously sprouted roots and grew countless vines at a rapid pace.

Immediately after, the vines, like agile snakes, swiftly and accurately entwined the two chubby boys, securing them tightly before hanging them upside down from the train's ceiling.

Neville lay on the ground, his chubby face filled with astonishment.

Hermione's mouth fell open, revealing her iconic large front teeth.

The ponytailed girl stood still, then lowered he

r head to look at the baseball bat in her hand. Suddenly, she smiled, revealing a pair of clean and beautiful eyes, resembling crescent moons.

Isn't this better than a stick?

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