Seeing the appearance of the old lady, Roger immediately became interested: "Don't care if I recognize it or not, I must at least know who you are going with when this girl's family goes out..."

Caroline coughed dryly twice, and said to him: "Cough... Well, I see that this owl looks very tired, I'm going to get it something to eat..."

"Stop, don't interrupt..."Roger made a STOP gesture to stop his sister: "As soon as I look at your posture, I know that you are in love... Come on, take it out and enjoy it~"

Caroline's face looked even more unnatural. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Isn't it... Not even a photo?crush?" Roger was surprised, and immediately straightened his waist: "Which guy is you fanciing? Give me his address... Let him lie in bed and wait for you tonight!"

"Phew!" said Caroline, smacking her brother and exclaiming, "Ashley Rob!

Roger smiled evilly and nodded in satisfaction, and then felt that something was wrong: "Ah, Ashley, this name sounds a bit motherly..."

"Ashley is a girl, she's my girlfriend!" Caroline snorted as she put her foot on the coffee table.

Roger blinked, and only then did he suddenly remember that Caroline seemed to have shown this tendency before she went to blow up the Ministry of Magic...

He always knew that his sister was very wild, but he didn't expect her to be wild to the stage of not fishing Kaizi to change her bubble girl...

After brewing for a long time, Roger gave a thumbs up: "Awesome, my sister..."

"No!" Caroline snorted, too lazy to bother with the thing anymore.

Roger, who had no substantial gain, smacked his lips, ran to get a pen and wrote a reply to Ginny, tied it to the lap of the old bird who was struggling to stand, and threw it through the window.

Mr. Weasley had come to pick him up at five o'clock on Sunday afternoon, the day after tomorrow. This means that Roger will leave the house before Caroline, and her girlfriend Roger is destined not to be seen...

Two days later, at three o'clock in the afternoon, Roger began rummaging through the house for things to take to school, a map of the living spots he had bought from the Weasleys' twins, a compass, a Pandora's box, and a few new clothes.

As for the half-face death penalty curtain, Roger couldn't think of how to fiddle with it for a while, so he simply let it be thrown under the bed with the half-scrapped change bag to eat ashes.

Other than that, it's gone.

There's no way.,Robes, textbooks, quills and the like.,He stuffed it into the coin bag before.,This time I'm squeezed by those statues.,Is there any room for the Traceless Stretching Spell to be squeezed out.,Even if it's inside, he can't take it out...

The empty half of the school's uniform suitcase will be replenished together when I go to buy new textbooks.

Five o'clock came and went, and Caroline, who was playing electric with Roger in the living room, looked up at her watch and asked casually, "Did they come by car to pick you up, or did they come out of the stove?"

Roger stared at the TV screen and shook his head, Mr. Weasley's flying Ford hadn't driven to school, and the boy wasn't sure how he would get there.

After another half an hour, there was a knock on the door, and Roger opened the door to find that it was Hermione.

"What are you doing, Mr. Weasley has already come over, haven't you finished cleaning up yet?" the girl asked.

"Oh, are you leaving your house?" Roger scratched his face in surprise, "I thought... Uh, forget it, let's go..."

After saying goodbye to Caroline, the boy went to Hermione's house with his suitcase, where Mr. Weasley, Ginny, and the twins were waiting for him in the living room.

"Hello, Roger. That's a lot, isn't it?" Mr. Weasley greeted him happily as soon as he saw him.

"There should be more than that,"

"And it's hard to choose,"

"Aren't you a little tired after cleaning up for so long?"

"Let's eat a piece of candy to replenish your energy!"

The twins came up one from the left and the other from the right, and one of them, not only Fred but also George, took out a handful of large, round toffee from his pocket and handed it to Roger, the candy wrapper on it was colorful.

Roger glanced at his twin brothers: "Handmade inferior candy?"

At this time, the invention of the twins' tricky candy should have been fruitful, and it is not surprising that these are the fat-tongued toffees in the original book.

Roger was not polite, grabbed a handful and peeled it off, and threw it into his mouth.

"Thanks, it tastes good. He said as he chewed.

The twins looked at Roger, who was eating deliciously, and was a little stunned: "Fred, did you take it by mistake?"

"No, I don't have any other candy on me..."

The boy caught them between the corners of his eyes, peeled off another toffee, and said with a smile: "What, you want to eat it too?

As he spoke, the boy stretched out his palm forward, and the toffee was smoothly stuffed into Fred's mouth.

"Gollum" Fred didn't react in a hurry, and the toffee went down his esophagus into his stomach, and then his face changed, and he looked like he wanted to vomit, and Roger quickly withdrew the hand covering his mouth.

"Vomit—" retched, and a gooey fuchsia thing came out of Fred's mouth, which was more than a foot long.

"Oh! what's wrong with him!?" the Granger couple and Hermione cried out in fright, while Ginny giggled gloatingly.

Mr. Weasley was also startled, but immediately reacted and drew his wand: "It's those magic tricks again... Stay still, or I won't be able to see it. ”

George immediately stopped his father: "Don't... Just to experiment with our newly invented antidote..."

Fred, whose tongue had grown to two feet and was retching, immediately nodded, and reached into his pocket and fumbled for a small pill to put in his mouth.

It was a bit difficult, though, as his tongue was thick and long and still growing in, making it difficult to put things in his mouth and swallow them anymore.

"It seems that this is a shortcoming, fat tongue toffee: the tongue is too swollen and the antidote will not be able to be eaten, and it needs to be improved or found another way..."George looked at his twin brother and took a small notebook and wrote it down.

Mr. Weasley felt like he couldn't wait any longer, and in a few moments Fred's tongue would be licking to the floor.

His wand clicked Fred, then waved a trick, and the growing momentum of his tongue immediately stopped, and gradually retracted.

"I'm sorry, my sons, Fred and George, love to play pranks all day, but they don't mean anything with bad intentions. Mr. Weasley explained to the somewhat frightened Grangers.