Harry lay on the floor of the Room of Requirement, having been knocked unconscious and woken up by Ginny five times in a row.

"I also think I should practice with some fresh spells. It's not a complaint," he stood up cautiously, rubbing his back, "but I'm in pain..."

"You don't fall on the mat all the time!" Hermione said impatiently, sorting out the pile of mats they used to practice the expulsion spell, "You're going to fall backwards!"

"You can't aim so accurately after being knocked unconscious, Hermione!" Harry said angrily, "Why don't you let Roger use you to practice the Unconscious Charm?"

"Oh, I think Roger has mastered it," Hermione said busily, "as for the other spells... I think we should practice a few poison spells tonight. ”

She looked down at the list they had made in the library.

"How about I teach you a curse?" suggested Roger, "this magic is poisonous in every sense of the word. ”

"Don't even think about it!" Hermione, who had witnessed this trick on the snow monster during the summer vacation, immediately denied.

You must know that this trick will be called ** spell is not casually said, this is Roger's constant stabbing technique improved by referring to the automatic pursuit of the fire spell, once it is cast, it will definitely appear directly below the enemy's chrysanthemum...

As we enter June, the atmosphere in the castle becomes tense and exciting again. Everyone is looking forward to the third competition, which will be held a week before the holidays.

As a Triwizard Tournament Warrior, you don't have to take the final exam, so Hermione and the others have moved their weekly meeting time to every night, and they practice spells whenever they have time. However, Roger felt they were much more confident than the previous two times.

Because Hermione and Harry thought Moody was right: they had successfully passed the test of the massive animal and magical obstacles, and this time they had been given advance notice and a chance to do some preparation.

At the mention of this, Mr. Crouch's appearance at Hogwarts did not cause much trouble, at least on the surface. Dumbledore didn't see the beginning and the end, and the fake Moody still went to and from class every day, and he didn't even talk to Roger alone.

This surprised Roger, who was ready to go head-to-head with the counterfeit product. Maybe he knew from Lao Deng that he was not good to be exterminated, so he didn't want to make a difference? Or did he have any other plans?

It doesn't matter, Roger doesn't have the heart to mix anything with that group of old men, for the time being, he just wants to guide his friends to learn various spells every day to increase their own strength.

Because regardless of whether Lao Fu's plan succeeds or not, Roger, who holds the secret of the Horcrux, has a certain certainty that he can hang him. If it succeeds, Harry, as the savior, will be able to open the immortal hanging, and Voldemort will be completely resurrected and make a comeback.

If he doesn't succeed, Voldemort can also find the blood of an enemy and cast the resurrection curse, but in this case, he can't escape the protection of Harry's mother, Lily's ancient charm.

Either way, once Voldemort comes back to life, his lackeys will return, and the situation will be less clear...

After all, the Ministry of Magic's prophecy ball was shattered by Roger, and there is no guarantee of how far the Dark Lord will continue to move. In short, there is definitely nothing wrong with improving your strength.

On the day of the game, the Gryffindor breakfast table was very lively. Professor McGonagall walked towards them along Gryffindor's table.

"Roger, Harry, you... The warriors gathered at the conference room next to the auditorium after breakfast. She said.

"But the game just started on night!" Neville accidentally spilled scrambled eggs on him, thinking he had misremembered the time.

"I know, Longbottom," Professor McGonagall said, "the relatives of the Warriors have been invited to watch the finals, and you can meet them. ”

With that, she walked away. Hermione stared at her back in a daze.

"She's not going to get my parents, is she?" she asked Roger, blankly.

"I don't know, but I don't think it's possible for my aunt to come. Roger gulped down the fried egg: "And the game doesn't have live broadcast technology, hundreds of people sit in the stands and stare at a bunch of big trees in a daze, it's stupid enough to think about it..."

"My grandma will definitely come over... But I'd rather she didn't come. Neville wept and mourned.

The students finished breakfast one after another, and the auditorium gradually became deserted. Fleur Delacour stood up from her Ravenclaw table and walked into the conference room with Cedric. After a while, Krum also passed lazily.

"Let's go too~" Luna walked over from the Ravenclaw table: "My father must be eager to get to know you~"

"Yes, and I have enough people in my family, if I can't, I can give you a few. Ginny also stood up and patted Roger on the shoulder.

Roger was amused and grinned and said, "Although it is a good intention, I really don't hear the meaning of comfort at all." ”

The group walked through the hall and pushed the door into the conference room.

There were quite a few people in the room, and Cedric and his parents were standing by the door. Victor Krum speaks fast Bulgarian to his dark-haired parents in a corner of the house, and he has inherited his father's hooked nose. On the other side, Fleur was chattering with her mother in French. A little girl, about eleven or twelve years old, was holding her mother's hand, presumably Fleur's little sister.

Mrs. Weasley and Bill were standing in front of the fireplace, whispering something to Sirius Black.

There was also an unsmiling old witch in a green robe, dressed in a moth-eaten fox skin scarf and a pointed hat decorated with a specimen of a vulture... It's Neville's grandmother, after all, the outfit was seen once in Snape last year when he became in Boggart.

Another of the more striking is a wizard who wears an egg-yellow robe with dazzling colors. He was studying a gadget on a table by the wall with his back to the door. From the marshmallow-like white hair, you can guess that it is Luna's father.

Then Roger saw the Granger couple and Caroline standing in front of the fireplace, smiling at him and Hermione.

"I didn't expect that!" said Mrs. Granger enthusiastically, and Hermione stepped forward with a smile.

Roger walked to the side with the old lady shoulder to shoulder: "I really didn't think you could come over... Your school isn't open yet, right?"

"It's warped," Caroline waved her hand indifferently, looking quite excited: "The magic school is also a one-day trip, can I miss this kind of good thing?"

"Yes, it just so happens that there is an excuse for failing the final exam, right~" Roger Thief raised his eyebrows at the old lady with a smile: "I just don't know how likely Aunt Elizabeth will be to let you go for this reason..."

Caroline grabbed him by the neck: "Then it depends on whether today's day is worth the ticket price." ”