Chapter 270: Ravenclaw's Lounge

Back in the bedroom, Roger changed his clothes and took his wand out of his suitcase and slipped it back into his waist, the spare wand bag he had prepared earlier seemed a little out of size, or to put it another way... His wand seems to be getting longer...

The boy pulled it out and put it in front of his eyes to look at it, the pitch-black cane faintly oozing red from the inside out. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

When I measured the measurements, what should have been nine and a half inches in length was now ten inches.

Knowing that something had changed, Roger blinked, but put his wand back in his pocket as if nothing had happened.

He didn't even remember what his wand was made of, and he didn't bother to delve into the principle of his wand, as long as it was easy to use, and when it didn't work, he could buy another one.

It's not a rare thing, and the price is not expensive.

Out of the dormitory, Hermione and Harry had already left the common room.

With Roger's matter delayed, most of the afternoon has passed.

Needless to say, Hermione didn't have time to splurge so much as she had the opportunity to use the time turner to rewind time for other lessons.

Taking advantage of the good weather, Harry was also sent to the court by Gryffindor's Quidditch captain, Oliver Woodra... In fact, even if the weather is bad, Wood will pull him to suffer.

For a variety of reasons, he doesn't seem to have led Gryffindor to any championship since he became captain.

According to the Weasley twins, Wood is in seventh grade this year, in his last year of school, and this pressure makes him very manic as the captain.

Roger, who was bored and had nothing to do, scratched his chin and prepared to go out for a walk, after all, fun doesn't come to the door by itself.

Kindness... It's a good option to pull people into the club.

Although soldiers are not expensive, they also need to have soldiers... Now there are five people in the club, and each of them holds several cadre positions... Of course, it was Roger who sealed them without permission.

Thinking of this, Roger returned to his dormitory, took out the map of the living spots, and prepared to search for the few names that were impressive and reliable in his memory.

"Luna Lovegood... Well, here~Ravenclaw's common room..."The boy found one of them, which should be a little more interesting than the others.

After putting away the map, Roger hummed a little tune and walked out of the lounge, ready to talk to the crazy girl about his life ideals.

Walk through several corridors, climb a spiral staircase, and spin in dizzying circles to a door with no handles or keyholes, just an aged sleek wooden plank with an eagle-shaped bronze knocker on it.

The door to the Ravenclaw common room doesn't require a password like Gryffindor, and anyone who can answer the right question can enter as long as they want.

Roger reached out and knocked on the door, and the hawk's beak immediately opened, but instead of making a bird's call, he asked in a soft, musical-like voice, "What is the meaning of such a thing?"

Roger raised an eyebrow: "The word meaning itself has no meaning. ā€

"Well said. With that, the door opened.

But the boy didn't rush in, but leaned on the door frame and smiled at the eagle-shaped door knocker: "Don't worry... I also have a question for you..."

"If you had to choose, would you eat chocolate-flavored or-flavored chocolate?"

The eagle head paused obviously: "I'm a sculpture, I don't eat..."

"Well... Cunning bird~" Roger reached out and pinched the beak of the knocker, shaking it from side to side: "How about using this question to test the next student?

The eagle's head knocker glanced at the boy and did not speak, and turned into a bronze sculpture.

Roger didn't pay much attention to this, pushed the door and walked in, the Ravenclaw common room was a large circular room, more ethereal than anywhere Roger had seen at Hogwarts.

Elegant arched windows open on the walls, and silk curtains in blue and bronze are hung. During the day, Ravenclaw students can enjoy the beautiful scenery of the surrounding groups.

The ceiling is domed, with stars painted on it echoing the dark blue carpet on the ground.

There are rows of chairs and bookcases, and a tall statue of white marble stands in the niche opposite the door.

Next to the statue was a door, which Roger thought led to the dormitory above.

"Rowena Ravenclaw?" the boy scanned the common room, walked to the statue with his eyes open, and looked up and down at the life-size founder of the Stone Eaglery.

The statue also seemed to look back at him, with a mocking smile on its face, beautiful, but somewhat intimidating. On the top of his head is a delicate ring reproduced in marble, on which are engraved with tiny words.

At this time, the door of the Ravenclaw common room opened again, and a group of girls walked in, and Roger heard a soft voice complaining: "This time the problem is really weird, it must be the eagle head that someone told me." ā€

"If I were to eat, I would probably starve to death... Do you say, Autumn?" said the other girl laughing.

Roger turned his head to look at the group of girls who had come in, as an interesting name appeared in their conversation.

A sweet-looking Asian girl was talking to her peers with a wry smile on her face, apparently the question that had just made her a little uncomfortable.

"Zhang Qiu?" the boy called out the Asian girl's name in Mandarin.

This pronunciation is very different from the foreigner 'Cho.Chang', and you can tell it at once.

The girl looked at Roger in surprise and a little puzzled, "You're that Gryffindor third-year student, right?"

Roger's popularity is still very high at Hogwarts, and it's hard to think of a big thing every once in a while.

"Hey, you're the naked guy drinking bare-assed at the door of the Ancient Magic Classroom?" one of her companions said in surprise as she pointed at the boy, causing the group of girls to burst into laughter.

"Don't laugh...," Cho said to his friends.

"Absolutely rumored that I was dressed," Roger laughed disapprerovingly, "Harry Potter is the one who showed his size..."

The girls were a little red, but they seemed to be smiling more energetically.

Cho turned to glare at them and asked Roger with an inquiring gaze, "You just had... I just heard you say something that doesn't seem to be in English. ā€

"Of course not. Roger grinned toothily and replied in standard Mandarin.