Roger took out a bag of gold coins that had been prepared long ago from his arms and threw it on the counter, the man scooped up the gold coin bags and counted them one by one, then pushed the two cork potion boxes over: "The number is right, this is yours." ”

Taking the two small boxes, Roger also opened and inspected the bottles of joy elixir erected inside, nodded and closed the lid and mentioned it in his hand: "The transaction is complete, I should also go." ”

As he spoke, he pulled out his wand and clicked the latch of the store's door, and the locked door of the store opened, and the man didn't care, but weighed the money bag in his hand and muttered to himself: "Could it be that there is a potion of joy in Hogwarts now, not an aphrodisiac? I don't understand the young people nowadays..."

As he spoke, the man's wand waved lightly twice, closed the door of the store, locked it, turned off the lights, and weighed the small bag of gold gallons to go back to sleep... But before he could lay down on the bed, he seemed to hear another sound from the Floo Powder traveling.

The man sat up abruptly, and listened carefully with his ears sideways, but there was no sound around him. He couldn't help but shake his head with a smile, wondering if he should have taken a vacation recently, so as not to be mentally weakened by working so hard all the time.

But the thought came to mind, and a crisp girl's voice suddenly sounded: "Hello, is there anyone here?"

Then he hurriedly got out of bed and put on his shoes, ran all the way to the staircase, pointed his wand at the girl who couldn't see clearly, and asked loudly, "Who are you!? We're closed, let's come back tomorrow to buy something!"

"Roger Collins, as I said in the previous letter, I'm here to start the second potion deal. Hermione said without blinking.

"Huh?" The man waved his wand to light the lamp, looked at the girl's beautiful face and said in surprise, "Your girl's name is Roger?"

"What can I do about what my parents gave me. Hermione shrugged her shoulders helplessly, just like Roger.

Comrade store manager scratched his messy hair like a chicken nest: "You Roger didn't also come to buy the Joy Elixir, a boy just bought the last two dozen in the store..."

"Oh shit! that bastard must have been pretending to be me!" Hermione's eyes lit up, but her mouth was annoyed.

Then, she grabbed the store manager's arm and asked urgently, "What about the others, where did they go?"

"I left the store and turned left, I don't know where I went... Why do I stare at him when he doesn't sleep at night?" said the man with a look of helplessness.

"I thank you, sir, but I'm gone, and maybe I'll be able to chase my stuff back!" Hermione thanked hermione, turned and ran towards the door of the shop.

"Don't worry if you can't catch up, the joy potion is not difficult to make, and you can come and buy it again a day or two later." The man shouted at Hermione, but the girl had already run away.

"Hey, it looks like the Elixir of Joy is really starting to catch on... Am I going to make a little bit of money?" the man rubbed his chin and pondered the question earnestly.

He is not stupid, and he knows with his ass that one of these two 'Rogers' must be fake, but what does this have to do with him? Anyway, the money has already arrived, and whoever is real and who is fake will not be able to earn half a copper plate.

However, the purpose of both of them was to rejoice in the potion, so that Comrade Store Manager completely misunderstood the fashion trend of Hogwarts...

Roger Besides, the store went straight to the Leaky Cauldron, and the only regular entrance and exit to Diagon Alley was a wall in the backyard of the wizard's bar, and out of the bar was a street in central London.

Unlike the dark patches of Diagon Alley, this street is full of street lights and bright lights. However, there are not many people who are still wandering the streets at this point in time. Aside from a feral cat scurrying out of a roadside garbage can, Roger hadn't seen a single moving thing.

Turning down Tom, the bar's owner, to book him a room, Roger took a deep breath of the cold night air and walked towards the end of the street with Pandora's Box in his hand.

"I really miss Didi Dade back then, the taxi shouldn't come out and run away at this time..."The guy took out the compass with emotion.

England, which only began to ban guns in 97 years, is not much stronger than the gun-ridden country of rice at night, and does not want to be robbed and lose his life inexplicably, and staying at home at night is the best choice.

So Roger didn't expect to be lucky enough to get a taxi.

Turning two hundred meters in the direction of the pointer, a beetle parked in an alley on the side of the road caught the boy's eye.

The thing pouted in disgust, Pandora's box smashed the glass on the driver's seat of the car, reached in to open the door, and casually swept the glass slag on the seat a few times, Roger sat on it and buckled the plastic baffle on the test space, broke the zero fire wire and touched it twice, and the car suddenly caught fire.

"Stealing the car again, can't you think of any other good way?" Hermione's breathless voice came from the alley.

"I'm reminding the London police that they should increase their manning of night patrols... How do you know I'm here!?" Roger reacted abruptly...

"Are you thinking, 'Huh, the owner of this voice should be jumping around in the Gryffindor common room right now, why did you end up here?' Hermione walked over in a cheerful tone, opened the passenger door, and sat in.

The corners of Roger's mouth twitched twice, rolled his eyes vigorously, and said, "It's not right at all... Even peeking at the order form from my pharmacy, isn't Miss Know-It-All a little low?"

Roger went to the sea where he could go through Floo.com, and he didn't believe Hermione could guess that his first stop would be Diagon Alley, except for peeking at the purchase order.

"It's not too shoddy to deal with someone like you who has almost zero credibility, or else... Hmph, I was really thrown off by you. Hermione crossed her arms and smiled at Roger, "Leave in the morning, huh? just pack your things first, huh? Mr. Collins. ”

"Well, since you want to go, then I won't say anything..."Roger laughed dryly, and resigned himself to putting his hands off the steering wheel... Then he wiped his right hand on his waist, pulled out his wand and pointed at Hermione in the co-pilot: "Oops! My hand is cramping, and I don't listen to the call all of a sudden!"

As he spoke, the red light of the silent stun spell shot straight at the girl at the same time.

"Bang!" the stun curse bounced off with a thin translucent barrier and hit the roof of the car.

Roger was stunned: "What...!?you guy...!!"

"Sure enough... I've seen through what you're trying to do..."Hermione narrowed her eyes slightly, the corners of her mouth slanted, "After all this time, do you think I'm going to come forward so unsuspectingly?"

But before the girl's words were finished, Roger had already opened a small dark green bottle, and suddenly a relaxing smell wafted out, and Hermione suddenly felt sleepiness unstoppable.

“... You... This... Bastard..."Hermione barely uttered a few words, then leaned back on the back of the car and fell asleep.

"I'm sorry, I accidentally opened the lid of the latest volatile life and death water... There's no way around it, so you can go to the hotel and get some sleep. Roger threw the potion bottle out of the car, turned on the headlights and turned the steering wheel, and drove in the direction of the Leaky Cauldron.

Thanks to the first project of the Triwizard Tournament, he had ordered many types of powerful sleeping potions to deal with the fire dragon, otherwise with his Potions class results, it would be impossible to recognize the use of this green water that he 'borrowed' from the pharmacy...

After opening a clean room for Hermione at the Leaky Cauldron and paying for the whole day, Roger whistled and jumped into the Beetle and drove away.

As soon as he stepped on the accelerator, the speed of the car gradually soared, and the left and right turned around in the city of London. This guide is not like a map, it will only show you the destination, as for how to get there, it depends on the level of the individual... Anyway, Roger drove three or four times at high speed before finally driving to the edge of the port on the River Thames.

After getting out of the car, Roger kindly put his hand through the broken window and locked it inside, and then walked to the dock to find his antique sailboat.

In fact, you don't need a compass at all, and a boat covered in black cloth and several laps smaller than the surrounding hull swayed slightly with the river in the cracks of a steel cruise ship.

Roger pointed at his wand, and the huge black cloth flew to the side, the dark wooden hull was waxed, reflecting a faint glow in the moonlight, the white sails rolled up and tied to the very top of the mast, and countless ropes connected the sail to the ship, looking like a huge unfinished cobweb.

Looking up at the three-masted galleon, which had survived for more than two centuries, Roger shot a rope with his wand and tied it to the foremast, swinging it like an ape, and at the same time calling with a harmonious 'oh hoo~' on his mouth.

Then there were three or four flashlights, and the security guard on duty at the port ran towards him shouting, thinking that some street thug had drunk and came to fish on the dock.

Roger, who had swung to the deck, ignored them, and after dispersing the ropes, his wand struck the side twice, and the anchor attached to the chain flew up from the bottom of the water with a loud sound, and then clicked the gang twice, and without even putting the sails, the ship quickly and nimbly slipped out of the gap of the cruise ship, and sailed down the river to the Strait of Dover.

Whether this Dover Strait belongs to the North Sea, Roger doesn't know, he didn't pay much attention to the geography of foreign countries back then, anyway, it will not be wrong to sail north all the time... Anyway, it's definitely right to follow the compass.

When he was on the Thames inland, Roger controlled the speed of the ship not to go too fast, so that no ship would return and it would not have time to dodge, and the cargo also pretended to hold the rudder as if it were a serious boat. It wasn't until he got out of the inland and into the sea and saw the lighthouse that he clicked the boat gang twice, and then the speed went up two notches.

This driving spell is still an old spell that has been handed down for centuries, and it has gradually fallen out of fashion, and Roger suspects that this spell was invented when it was invented against the strings, after all, after the invention of the steam engine, ships did not have to rely on the direction of the wind to move.

Out to sea, holding the rudder in place with a spell, Roger left the deck scratching his chin. After the initial excitement is over, the rest is boredom, this cargo is going to go to the captain's room to sleep, anyway, the direction is deviated, and tomorrow morning with a compass to correct it, there is no need to worry about getting lost and other small problems.

So Roger slept quite peacefully and quite at ease. And then... The thing that had just fallen asleep was woken up.

"Professor Lupin?" Seeing the head with a huge scar on the top of his head, Roger sat up sharply, "Why are you here?"

Lupin smiled mildly, and sat down in a chair to himself: "Dumbledore has told us everything, and everyone else has other things to do except for Blake and me... But you know, Blake has been locked up in Azkaban for ten years, and it's not fit to come here, so I'm going to come and see if I can help you. ”

"It's because it's because neither of you are working," Roger squinted at him, and then asked, "Also, how did you find me? ”

"Dumbledore cast a magic mark on the parchment you were given, and the tip of his wand would point in the direction of the mark, given the right spell to trigger. Lupin smiled and explained, "As soon as the portrait in the Gryffindor common room informed us that Hermione had traveled with Floo Powder, I chased her all the way on a broomstick..."

Roger rolled his eyes and waved his hand indifferently: "Then you can pick a room to rest, you won't be able to catch up with Beihai for a while." ”

The boy had no intention of getting Lupin away, this werewolf's skills were not comparable to Hermione's now, and this was still a rough old man who received a bento at the end of the original book, and Roger was too lazy to care about what would happen to him.

Lupin didn't say anything, smiled softly and closed the door, except for the cabin, and didn't mention the matter of resting, but went to the deck to control the magic to make the ship sail more smoothly and faster.

Roger fell asleep upside down and slept until dawn.

At noon, the early summer sun had begun to heat up, and Roger jumped out of bed and went up to the deck, only to see Lupin standing at the bow with his gray hair, making sure that there would be no accidents in the ship's sailing.

"Hey, I said you wouldn't have slept all night, would you?" Roger looked at Lupin's tired face and yawned and said, "There's no need... You don't know the exact location of Azkaban anyway. ”10