Unceremoniously flipping the portrait back, Roger pulled the boomerang from the wall, and as soon as it left the wall, the blade retracted into the shape of a suitcase. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The gift from Teacher Carrie is really right for Roger's appetite, a person who doesn't know how to use a wand is not as powerful as a handy brick, not to mention that this suitcase is countless times more powerful than a brick.

Formerly known as Pandora's Box, the suitcase is produced in the high-end armament of the Demon Realm in Devil May Cry, and is said to have 666 weapon variations.

Whether there really are so many forms, the boy is not sure, but he can't run away from the point of being able to transform, and the rest is just trying slowly.

Roger got a new toy and couldn't do anything else for the rest of the holidays, groping for another change in Pandora every day.

But when the students rushed back to Hogwarts at the end of the holidays, they only tried out another one that appeared in the game.

Abomination: A shoulder-resistant three-barreled rocket launcher that fires three rockets at once, which is exactly the equivalent of three RPGs tied together.

Coupled with the boomerang "sadness", and the "precursor" of opening the box and putting flashes, there are currently three variations.

"How's the holidays?" Roger looked at Hermione and Harry, who had just arrived at the Great Hall, with a grimace.

"Sirius's house is wonderful! He has an old, ugly house-elf Kreacher, and we ran into a lot of interesting gadgets in it during the cleaning. Harry exclaimed excitedly.

One by one, he told them about the interesting experiences he had encountered in the old Black family home.

Waiting for him to finish, Roger turned to the girl sitting on the side.

"I'm fine, just like every year. Hermione was bland and flat: "But I'm surprised you'll give me a knife...... Does that mean I want me to castrate you when you're doing something wrong?"

Roger squirted out a mouthful of pumpkin juice, she was not satisfied with Harry because Harry had got the wand sleeve and she was just with the knife?

"Nonsense...... There is a moral to sending a knife, and I hope you can be sharp, brave and invincible in all aspects in the days to come. The boy explained as he wiped a cold sweat that wasn't there.

"Is it true?" Hermione looked at Roger.

"Of course not!" Roger replied categorically, then stood up and pushed his waist forward: "Come on~Come and give me a knife~"

"Phew, rascal!" Hermione blushed, got up and gave him a kick, and sat down next to Harry.

Harry sat and watched their silly music before speaking, "Speaking of gifts, I've received a few unusual things this year. ”

"What is it, cabbage?" asked Roger as he sat down and lazily asked.

Harry lowered his body and whispered mysteriously, "Sirius gave me a Halo 2000. ”

"What?" Hermione immediately raised her voice and glared at him, "Sirius, he should know that first-year freshmen are not allowed to bring broomsticks to school!"

"Blake's kind of thing can take the school rules seriously?" Roger sneered, and then said in Blake's voice, "Go ahead, kid, go outside on a broomstick and wave a few more times, and if you get into trouble, remember to say a fake name, that's how your father and I came back then." ”

"That's pretty much what he said," Harry grinned, "but he told me to cover my forehead over my real name, saying it would work better than a fake name." ”

"Why is Blake like this! I thought he would be more mature as an adult!" Hermione said with a frown on her face without a smile on her face, "Harry, I think you should give the broom to Professor McGonagall for you to keep." ”

Roger interrupted the girl's suggestion with a wave of his hand: "Pull it down, I've been locked up in Azkaban for ten years, it's good that Blake isn't crazy, and you don't want the family to have some fun?"

"What does Harry have to do with Blake riding a broomstick?" the girl asked.

"Hmm... It doesn't seem to matter......" Roger snorted and glanced at Harry in a hidden look.

Harry nodded understandingly, what else is there to talk about when he goes back to the dormitory, and if he continues to discuss it here, Hermione will be going crazy.

After eating, he fled back to the bedroom, there was no one else in the room, and Harry sat down on the bed, "Oh my God, how does Hermione feel more irritable than usual today......"

"I guess it's the eldest aunt here," Roger said casually.

"Your invisibility cloak, why don't you take it out and show it off with me. On the short way back to the dormitory, Harry had already told him about the Cloak of Invisibility.

Harry gave him a waiting look and pulled a piece of silvery-grey shiny fabric from the box.

Roger took it, and it was strange to the touch in his hand, as if it had been woven with water. The boy draped the cloak over his shoulders and looked down at his feet, and they vanished.

Walking in front of the mirror, where only his head hung in the air and his body was completely invisible, Roger whistled: "This looks reminds me of the night I left the United States...... My head is also out of my body. ”

After a few more moments, Roger took off his invisibility cloak and gave it back to Harry.

Harry folded the cloak and stuffed it back into the box: "Blake said it was my father's, they often wore this in the middle of the night to the back kitchen to eat, and after graduation, Dumbledore borrowed it...... Dumbledore gave it back to me again this year. ”

"Then you should use it well...... How's it going to be tonight?" Roger took a sip from his flask and gestured at Harry, "Would you like some?"

"What's that?" asked Harry, curious.

"The flask was given by my sister, and the wine was given by a good friend. Roger pulled out the sherry from under the bed, unscrewed the lid and poured him a glass that was a free little glass from the wine.

Harry picked up the glass and sniffed it, then tried to take a small sip, and then his eyes lit up, "Well, it tastes good!"

"Haha...... yes, come on, let's have a toast first~" As he spoke, Roger raised the flask and shoved the glass into Harry's hand and slammed it.

"Well...... Come on......"

After drinking it all, Roger poured it full for him again, "It's a pity that my supply is not enough, otherwise I can hold a small wine tasting party......"

Harry was a little flustered after a glass, and he said with a little excitement, "I can write to Blake and ask him to send us a few bottles, and he will let me have a few drinks on Christmas Day." ”

Roger grinned, that's what he wanted! A bottle of wine really can't last more than half a year...... And you know that Blake doesn't care about this at all.

I was about to speak again, but I didn't expect Hermione to suddenly push the door and break in: "Roger, I ......"

"What are you doing!?" the girl could clearly smell the smell of alcohol wafting from the room.