Rolf was actually a transmigrator.
A year ago, he was still an office worker from nine to five, living in Edinburgh, with his money in an Amsterdam bank, having bought a rotten unfinished building from Hengtai, and working in education and training.
After a car accident, when he woke up again, he had transmigrated into the magical world, becoming a young man.
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 recipient of the Order of Merlin, Second Class.
His grandmother was Tina Scamander, who once served as an Auror in the United States and had apprehended the first Dark Lord, Grindelwald.
His father was a renowned Magical Naturalist; his mother was a Professor at Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
His family background could not be described as ordinary; it could only be said to be... without any background!
Coming from an ordinary family was clearly unsafe in this dangerous magical world, especially with Lord Voldemort about to make a comeback.
Fortunately, Rolf was still a cheat, carrying a system with him:
[Magical Creature Taming Compendium]
By capturing and taming Magical Creatures, Rolf could obtain the corresponding creature's special magic.
The system would also irregularly release many random side quests, varying in difficulty.
Sometimes it was to heal injured animals; sometimes it was to nurse Magical Creature young, acting as a male mom; and there was also saving endangered species, helping them reproduce, commonly known as... artificial insemination.
In short, the tasks were strange and varied, with all sorts of things.
Therefore, when a task to capture and tame Hermione Granger was issued, Rolf wasn't too surprised.
After all, this system couldn't issue anything serious.
Just get used to it!
Rolf secretly complained, quietly opening the system, and a light screen invisible to others appeared before his eyes.
[Host: Rolf Scamander]
[Gender: Male]
[Birthday: July 15, 1980]
[Tamed: Bowtruckle, Augurey, Salamander]
[Acquired magic]:
[Vine Growth] (Bowtruckle)
Uses magic to stimulate plant growth and possesses the ability to control plants.
[Piercing Shriek] (Augurey)
Emits a sharp cry, with a certain probability of causing dizziness and fear.
[Salamander Fire] (Salamander)
Creates a ball of flame; when subjected to a violent impact, the flame becomes unstable and explosive.
Taming Magical Creatures was not a simple matter; this was already Rolf's achievement over the past six months.
Passing through the wall, a deep red steam locomotive was parked in front of Platform 9 3/4.
The sign on the train read:
Hogwarts Express,
Eleven O'clock.
The rain was getting heavier, and Rolf held up an umbrella. Seeing the girl dragging a large suitcase and carrying parcels, he gently held the umbrella over both their heads.
Raindrops splattered on the umbrella surface with a rustling sound.
Hermione struggled to drag her luggage, thinking about her fierce analysis just now, her ears and neck were completely red, so embarrassed her toes could dig out a Platform 9 3/4.
She turned to stare at the young man, holding back for a long time, then asked, "Didn't you already know that wall could be passed through?!"
"No, I just found out too, it might require some talent." Rolf smiled, "Oh, you can't see it? Then you're finished, you might be sorted into the worst house."
Hermione puffed out her cheeks, glaring at the young man, and huffed, "You're lying!"
Rolf squinted his eyes with laughter, his gaze falling on her particularly prominent front teeth.
They were so white and so big!
Hermione quickly pursed her lips, covering her front teeth. Her face flushed, her eyes widened, and she glared at the young man.
This time, she really wanted to hit someone.
Rolf reined in his smile, no longer teasing this ruffled little housecat. He freed one hand to help her with the heavy parcel and then looked up at the gloomy sky.
"Let's go, find an empty compartment... to catch up on sleep."
"..."
They arrived very early, and there weren't many students, so they quickly found an empty compartment. Rolf only had one black suitcase, but Hermione had brought a lot of things in various bags, as if she had moved her entire home.
After placing his luggage on the rack, he took out an eye mask from his black leather case, leaned back on the soft cushion, closed his eyes, and truly fell into a deep sleep.
Returning to Britain from Romania, he had taken an overnight train, but dared not truly sleep soundly at night.
There were many people and various Wizards; if the black leather case were lost, it would be no laughing matter. Not to mention being expelled from Hogwarts, it would very likely cause an international dispute.
The Hogwarts Express was different; it was all students, and if something was lost, it would be easy to recover.
Hermione was eagerly observing the scenery outside the window. She wanted to ask something, but when she turned her head, she found Rolf was already asleep.
Hermione stood up and carefully scrutinized the young man's delicate face. Was he really asleep?
She let out a long breath, then sat back on the long bench, gently pursed her lips, and sighed.
"What a strange classmate!"
"A magic school that doesn't sound very serious just by its name!"
The girl gazed wistfully out the window at the steadily intensifying rain, the sharp raindrops pattering against the train.
If not for that owl, she would likely have gone to St. Paul's Girls' School for junior high, and later become a British civil servant... living a stable life.
But the girl's expression quickly turned excited again.
"Hello, magical world, I'm here!"
...
...
After an unknown amount of time, Rolf was awakened by noisy sounds. He instinctively wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand and groggily asked, "Are we at school?"
The noise grew louder, with three parts weeping, three parts screaming, and four parts heartbreaking wails.
He removed his eye mask, turned his head to look, and his eyes widened.
He saw three young boys wrestling in the compartment… More accurately, two chubby boys and one round-faced boy were fighting.
The round-faced boy was clearly at a disadvantage in both weight and numbers. He was pinned to the ground, unable to move, but refused to beg for mercy.
Hermione was anxiously jumping up and down beside them. She shouted, "Stop, you two, stop! Don't fight anymore! Don't fight anymore!"
"What's going on?" Rolf asked, looking bewildered.
"Those two classmates came in and told us to get out and give them the compartment!"
Hermione, seeing Rolf awake, immediately pointed at the two chubby boys and complained, "They also cursed Longbottom's parents, and then they started fighting."
Rolf nodded slightly, about to stop the farce, when the corner of his eye caught sight of an unfamiliar girl sitting in the compartment.
White shirt, faded jeans, canvas shoes, her attire was extremely simple. She also had a wine-red ponytail and was looking down, searching for something in her bag.
The ponytail girl quickly looked up, revealing a slender but incredibly delicate oval face, soft, cool, and very beautiful.
The scene was very aesthetic, the only incongruous thing was that she was carrying a... thick, large baseball bat in her hand.
"..."
Hermione was still hesitating whether to inform the older students when the ponytail girl, holding the worn baseball bat, walked towards the two chubby boys.
She raised the bat and swung it down hard, but her wrist was suddenly firmly grasped by a hand.
The ponytail girl turned her head, tilted her head slightly, seemingly puzzled.
Rolf released her wrist and said helplessly, "If you hit them with that bat, you won't go to Azkaban, but you'll be expelled.
We are the future flowers of Hogwarts, the sun at eight or nine in the morning... We must convince others with reason."
He pulled a few seeds from his pocket.
The ponytail girl frowned. At this time, he still had the leisure to... crack seeds?
Rolf gave a flick of his wrist, and several seeds scattered out. He whispered:
"Forest Descends... bah, Vine Growth!"
Almost went to the wrong set.
The seeds hovered in the air, then suddenly dispersed, strangely rooting and sprouting in a kind of "time-lapse" manner, quickly growing countless vines.
Immediately after, the vines shot like arrows towards the three people wrestling together. They were as flexible as snakes, accurately and swiftly wrapping the two chubby boys tightly, finally suspending them upside down from the ceiling.
Neville lay on the ground, his large round face filled with shock.
Hermione's mouth hung open, revealing her characteristic large front teeth.
The ponytail girl froze in place, then looked down at the wooden stick in her hand. The girl suddenly smiled, her clean and beautiful eyes like crescent moons.
Isn't this better than a stick?