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Besides, when I went to Roger's house this holiday, eight times out of ten, the living room was covered with wine bottles...... The power of habit is great, and she's no longer weird.

The boy raised his head and drank it all, a little unpleasant: "Speaking of appetizers...... How about trying my pre-dinner drink?"

Blake put down his glass and glanced at the boy curiously.

"Kreacher, help me get my box down again!" Roger shouted in the direction of the kitchen, unceremoniously instructing the old elf to get to work.

Of course nothing happened, and he could completely ignore anyone's orders except for the members on the Black family tree.

It wasn't until Blake repeated Roger's words that the old elf dragged the box to change shape with a loud fart sound.

Then he bowed deeply at Blake, but still muttered unreasonable words: "Filthy mudbloods... How dare you talk to old Kreacher, and the hostess knows what to do? What should old Kreacher do?"

"Shut up and fuck off!" Sirius gave him an impatient kick.

"How can you do that!?" Hermione glared at Blake in disbelief, "You said you said he had a brain problem, you should be kind to him." ”

Kreacher didn't appreciate it, and glanced at the girl, her lips opening and closing silently, obviously secretly scolding her.

Roger stared at the old elf and laughed silently until he dragged out of the living room, then squinted his eyes and got up from his seat and opened his suitcase.

Except for Pandora, which occupies nearly half of the space, the rest of the space is occupied by wine and hemp.

As usual, the ratio of nine volts and one power made a cup for Blake.

"Come, please taste, special oolong tea~" smiled evilly and handed it to Sirius: "In addition to the functions of clearing heat and detoxifying, invigorating blood circulation and removing stasis, dispersing swelling and relieving pain, diluting water and reducing swelling, it can also beautify and nourish the skin, and it has a miraculous effect on rheumatoid arthritis~"

"......" Blake looked at the cup in front of him and didn't move.

Two bottles of liquor were mixed in front of him... He's not stupid, he'll die if he drinks it......

Roger poured himself a glass, took it up, and asked, "Harry didn't drink a bar with you... What do you all drink? Butterbeer?"

Blake heard the meaning of the boy's words, and his eyes almost didn't pop out: "You guys drink this at school!?"

"Or else?" Roger looked at him with a puzzled look, and a cup of special oolong tea went down again.

Blake looked at the cup in front of him and drowned his saliva with difficulty, after squatting in prison for so long, it was difficult for his body to bear such a hot drink......

Just as Roger was about to speak again, Harry walked in in his pajamas, "Good morning, Sirius......"

His eyes were almost closed fumbling with the kettle, ready to pour a glass of water to quench the thirst he had just woken up.

Roger made a quiet gesture to Hermione and Blake, smiled evilly, picked up a cup of oolong tea and walked over to Harry, and handed it to him.

"Hmm... Thank you, I flew so hard yesterday that I almost didn't hit ......" thanked the savior as he spoke, he brought the cup to his mouth, and his hazy eyes immediately widened: "Poof...... What the hell is this!?"

Then I saw Roger's underwhelming face, and then looked at the familiar color in the cup in his hand.

"It's Oolong Tea !! Lady again," Harry smashed.

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"So you've just arrived. Harry said as he sat down at the dining table after washing.

Blake's order had already been delivered, and it was not characteristic that it was over-sufficient, apparently reminded by Harry.

"Well, there's a traffic jam on the road. "Roger is munching.

Hermione, on the other hand, was grunting and spilling her anger over the food, because after arguing for a long time about Blake's permission for Harry to fly over London in the middle of the night ("Harry would be expelled for this!") had ended in failure.

Every situation that Hermione could think of, that might be discovered, was perfectly handled by Blake.

Who was Black? The Marauder Quartet of those days was basically the king rank among the bear children of that era.

What's more, Harry still has a stealth hanging...... Hermione couldn't win the battle against the father and son.

After lunch, the food that used to fill the entire table is now only clean and slippery plates.

Blake touched the purse with trepidation.

"How's it going?" Hermione asked Roger with concern, looking at Sirius' face.

The boy gave her a helpless look: "It's almost... I don't know what's going on, but since I came home from vacation, my meal size seems to have plummeted... Is it a loss of appetite?"

"Heh... Hehe... It's better to eat less, it's better to eat less... Eating too much isn't good for your body......" Sirius echoed with a dry laugh, always thinking that Harry was overstating Roger's meal......

Blake was really glad that Harry didn't have such a good appetite, and he didn't care much about money, and he knew that within a few years, the Blake family's not strong funds would be eaten up directly. (Funds here refer specifically to cash such as Galleons, not real estate and magic items in the house)

Raising Roger on top of half of Gryffindor House.

After the meal, the four of them moved to the living room again, and because they were full of wine and food, they all sat lazily on the sofa and didn't want to move.

Roger popped his wand out of the wand pouch at his waist and waved it at the box, and the bag of marijuana and cigarette paper inside was automatically wrapped and flew into his hand.

The simple spell boy can basically cast spells silently, but the difficulty of the wandless is much higher, and he blew on the end of the cigarette again, and the small flame immediately ignited.

Meimei took a sip and spit out a smoke dragon, and Roger was paralyzed into a lump of soft mud with infinite emotion: "I love magic!

"How dare you cast a spell outside of school? The professors made it clear... This will be discovered by the Ministry of Magic, and you will be expelled. Hermione looked at the boy with a cold face.

For Roger's audacity, in her own words, 'I've almost gotten rid of you after knowing you for so long'.

"Don't worry, it's okay with Blake's presence, the traces will be confused, and the magic part can't tell if the spell was cast by an underage wizard or an adult wizard," the boy explained half-dead.

"Traces?" Hermione was unfamiliar with the term.

Roger: "Every underage wizard has a mark on his body that he can't see or touch...... The main thing is that the little wizard is afraid of the danger caused by the little wizard's indiscriminate use of magic, so that the emergency personnel of the Ministry of Magic can arrive in time. But for those from wizarding families, oversight is all up to their own family...... I seriously suspect that this is a means by which the Ministry of Magic spies on ordinary people and wizards......"