Roger has been silently observing these days, and the strange changes in the stairs can make him pay attention, although he didn't remember the law of change, but if it wasn't Dumbledore's deliberate change of direction, Roger ate all the breakfast of the four houses!

It was indeed much better to be with the Savior than to be snooped on by old Deng, and he could feel that Dumbledore's arrangements for Harry's first year of training had already begun to be implemented. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Now that we've gotten to this point, Roger is ready to try to get in touch with his Defence Against the Dark Arts professor alone.

For this stammering like an Indian Ah San, the boy didn't care too much, and he could be fooled into sharing his body with others, and he basically said goodbye to bicycles in this life.

Take a look at the stupid thing Quirrell did while Voldemort was asleep, and the broomstick that confuses Harry in Quidditch matches can only break a few of Harry's bones to give his master a breath, but only to expose his intentions to cover up. To be able to do this kind of thing in front of the public in the open-air arena doesn't look like a smart person at all.

"Bang bang bang" Roger banged on Quirrell's office door like a drum: "Professor Quirrell, are you here? If not, I'll go straight in~"

"Wait—wait......" There was a rush of rummaging through the office, and after a while Quirrell came out of the office with a somewhat crooked turban.

"Are you—you're looking for me—what's the matter?" Quirrell grudged, his stammering words making him look nervous.

"Of course there is, and it's a very important thing. Come, let's go in and talk about it. Roger nodded solemnly and pulled Quirrell into his office with his backhand.

"Sit. Roger pointed to the stool in the office and said in a rebellious manner.

Quirrell stood in the doorway, and said with some urgency, "Yes-what's the matter, hurry--tell me, I-I still have ......"

"Don't worry, Professor Quirrell. Roger interrupted his unsteady words, "I'm here to ask you a few questions...... Do you feel that you have been discriminated against since you were a child, and you are still ridiculed when you grow up, and even if you become a teacher, you will not be respected by your students?"

Quirrell's face darkened, but then he forced a smile, "Why—how, Hogwarts one—has always brought—given me happiness." ”

"Don't talk nonsense, you look like a soft egg, you have been bullied from childhood to adulthood. Roger sneered, then put his arms on his knees, leaned forward and said mysteriously, "Don't you want to change?

"You're very skilled, as long as you overcome your shortcomings, you will become a bright star in the wizarding world!" Roger squinted his eyes and bewitched Quirrell, "I'm sure you can do it easily!"

Quirrell was dumbfounded, and no one had ever been so sure of him since he was a child, even if it was the master behind him.

He asked, "What should I do?"

"It's simple, cover up your shortcomings...... Stuttering is one aspect but not the point, the focus is on how you dress," Roger smiled, straightened up and said: "What is the most important thing about a successful man? What is lacking? The shaping of the appearance! Stuttering is never a big problem, and when you dress up well, there are still a lot of girls chasing after you who are cold male gods who cherish words like gold. ”

Quirrell looked at Roger and didn't know what to say, he was scratched in the itch, and the changes that needed to be made didn't sound difficult, and no one would skimp on the opportunity to try.

"You're in good shape, you're in good shape, you're on your chest, you're on your belly, you're on your hips, you're on your face...... Yes, two words and three words. Roger sat there dancing and directed.

"So?" Quirrell said coldly.

"Yes, yes," Roger slapped a few times as if encouragingly, "The brow furrowed a little more... Perfect!"

Quirrell's nervous and flattering smile turned into a typical three-free iceberg face under Roger's guidance, and he looked in the mirror but didn't notice any noticeable change in himself.

"This is only the first step in change," Roger could see the change in Quirrell's mood: "If you think about it, a man who is not close to anyone but respects everyone, and the poor little Quirrell who can be laughed at and ridiculed by anyone... Which one do you want?"

"When—of course, to be respected—respected," Quirrell stammered.

"Three words at most," Roger reminded him with a frown, "don't say more, keep the words down." ”

"Remembered. ”

"Keep it up in the future," the boy nodded in satisfaction, and then flickered down: "Remember, no matter if there is someone or not, who are you dealing with... From now on, you can say less if you can, the word expression should also be removed from your dictionary, and all emotions will be expressed in action......"

"Good!" Quirrell snapped a word out of his mouth with a blank expression.

Roger grinned and gave him a thumbs up: "The main thing is to say that, after that, let's talk about what you are wearing......"

The boy stood up and looked around Quirrell with a look of disgust, "I didn't say... What are you building all this thing on......"

The robe was washed white, with a rusty yellow, but the lining was dark green, and the burgundy turban on the top of the head... Quirrell's taste is really... Unique.

"Didn't Hogwarts not pay you a salary, and don't spend it waiting for the money to grow hair in the vault?" Roger pointed at Quirrell and said mercilessly: "I threw away this and the original clothes, and I went to someone to re-order them, and the appearance was designed according to the suits of the ordinary people's world......"

"And that thing on your head... Are you an Arab!?"

Quirrell reacted, trembling and taking a quick step back, the iceberg on his face melting into panic, "No-can't touch it, it's-it's very important......"

"You have to hold on to it, don't let me be relieved!" Roger poked his chest and scolded him in the turban: "And the one on your head, what kind of thing is it! Don't you get tired of holding you up every day? Are you in charge of your own body or is that stupid thing in your head in charge? You take him to Hogwarts, do you have a bubble in your head? If you are afraid of showing it, find a place to squint at ease, and don't swagger through the market with a piece of rotten cloth when you come out!"

A foul call made Quirrell's whole body tremble like a sieve, and his mouth muttered nervously, "I'm sorry, master... No, it won't......"