"Oh, is there one?I think every time I organize a meeting, it's going well~" Roger scratched his face in surprise.

Harry was speechless for a while, this thing seems to be right, he has added to the full point of his mouth cannon skills of reversing black and white and telling right and wrong, even if there are any obstacles, most of them will be fooled...

After snorting twice, the little savior said with a stiff neck: "Since you said that we should help each other as 'good friends', then we should also care about who you are going to invite to the ball!"

"That's what a good friend is, how can there be so many people in a room that should be evenly divided with rain and dew..."Roger pouted and decisively began to shift his firepower, "Neville, do you have a dance partner, and what about Hermione, Ginny, Luna?"

The people who were swept by his gaze looked away with a little embarrassment, and the results were self-evident.

"Okay, then we'll have the next round of discussions!" Harry, who wanted to divert his focus from him, nodded busily in response, and pulled Hermione and the others together to mumble and discuss.

Roger, who was standing next to the blackboard and being hung out alone, felt that something was wrong... These bad bags don't want to rebel, right?

He walked briskly back to the table to take a look, but as soon as he got closer, Harry and the others quickly separated, and the corners of each mouth provoked a strange arc.

"You guys have a nice look on your face... Deeply rooted in my true biography. The creature rubbed his chin and commented.

"Hehe..."Harry looked up to the sky and snorted, "Roger, I remember you said two days ago that you wouldn't be alone, right?

Roger smiled: "That's nature, I'm different from you scum~"

"Good," Harry nodded meaningfully, then waved at Neville, "Come, let's bring out another theme for tonight." ”

"Okay. The little fat man answered, got up and walked to the small blackboard and quickly wrote a line...

Commentary: The social problem of people like Roger Collins finding a prom girl.

"Hey—" Roger was about to speak, when Harry, Ginny, and Neville instantly raised their wands, and three ropes tied him up from top to bottom with lightning speed, leaving not even a piece of clothing visible except for his feet and the top of his brain.

"......." Roger's mood is quite sleepy, why is he so overshadowed?

"The people in the way have been taken care of, so let's get started," Harry said solemnly as he sat down in Roger's seat, his hands on the table.

"How do we solve this problem? Roger is the only traitor among us who has a dance partner. ”

"I really can't believe that there are any girls in the school who dare to come near that thing..."

"Although we can pretend to be him and refuse that brave and fearless girl..."

"But it's also very unpleasant to keep this guy alive. ”

His head was wrapped in a dumpling, and although he could vaguely hear what the bad people were saying, Roger couldn't tell whose words came from...

However, should he celebrate the remarkable achievements of education today, or should he comment on the last sentence that he cannot live? After all, these people were originally carefree, carefree, cheerful and naïve mystics.

"As the person who brought up this topic, I have a proposal that I would like to set a limit on this discussion..."

"Restrictions?"

"Yes, I hope that the conclusions of this discussion will follow... Be sure to add the clause [kill after xxx]..."

"Yes. ”

"I can't ask for it. ”

"Even if you don't say it, I'm about to mention it next..."

The content of the "......" conversation couldn't help but make Roger bounce on the floor as hard as he could, and puffs of smoke began to rise from the top of his head.

"Poof!" A black-skinned, withered head, with flames spewing through its features, broke the layers of ropes and protruded from its restraints.

"Ahhhhh Didn't you still talk about ethics and morality just now!?" As his head got out of trouble, Roger's vocal cords were inevitably burned by the inverted flames, and he shouted a few meaninglessly before he spoke: "Feelings I was killed The conclusion that I was killed can no longer be overturned?"

However, no one paid attention to the clamor of Roger, and Harry didn't know where to get a big bag of cement: "In that case, you can kill him after speaking." ”

Roger said as he lay on the ground with his newly grown face, and along with his words, there was some black smoke with unknown particles: "Wait... I find that this topic is only for me... But Harry, can you really say I'm the only one there?"

The bodies of several friends shook at the same time, sowing discord and pulling people into the water, and this thing seemed to have said something terrible...

"It's useless, it's an indisputable fact that I, Hermione, and Harry don't have dance partners," Ginny said with great certainty, "and Neville and Luna... Hehe, IMHO, the two of them are not worth questioning. ”

Neville slammed his head on the table, "It's still a possibility, isn't it!?Don't think I'm so pitiful!!"

Roger was momentarily speechless.

"Well... It's come to this point, and I'll have to tell you—" Roger squirmed and got up from the floor, the burned ropes falling off, and he shook his collar for a long time, and said:

"After all, instead of facing the ugly questions of you, let me tell the truth... Actually, I didn't invite a female companion. ”

"What an ugly human nature this is... Lying in order to get away with it. Harry sighed and sneered, "Sure enough, I should have disposed of you...."

"You weren't fooled this time?" said Roger, surprised.

Little savior: "Ha! Don't underestimate me. ”

"Yes, after all, you've been tricked so many times, even the gorillas should have a longer memory..."Roger sighed, "But I'm telling the truth this time, idiot..."

Harry: "Huh..."

Hermione: "Huh..."

Neville, Ginny: "Huh..."

Roger: "......"

"Well, in that case—" he smacked his lips, and suddenly walked up to Hermione and bent down slightly, "Beautiful Miss Granger, would you like to go to the prom with me?"

Hermione's face instantly turned red, and she couldn't even speak clearly: "Oh... Belch... This..."

Roger blinked, and seeing that the girl looked helpless, he directly hunched over and turned to the other side: "So, may I ask the lively Miss Weasley, would you like to go to the prom with me?"