Why are girls allowed to enter the boys' dormitories casually...... And boys can't go into the girls' dormitory?

Roger walked to Hermione with a sigh in his heart, quietly put away the flask, pointed to the wine glass in Harry's hand, and handed over the bottle he was holding, "Harry wants to frame me, and I am about to present the incriminating evidence to you......"

Harry: "......"

Hermione took the wine bottle and glanced at the two of them, and the corners of her mouth were raised meaningfully and said, "Well, you are very active today......

Roger snapped and straightened up, not squinting: "I have recognized my own shortcomings, and I will clean myself up in the future, and strive not to be polluted by the underworld forces, please rest assured organizationally!"

"Good~" Hermione smiled with satisfaction, didn't pursue it, glanced at the two of them again and turned around and left. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"You're in the dark, I'm ......" As soon as the girl left, Harry immediately looked at Roger with resentment.

"Don't say that, I've lost a lot of money......" Roger walked over and put his arm around his shoulder, "Now it's imperative to contact Black quickly and see when it will be delivered at the earliest?"

Harry rolled his eyes, but pulled out a small package from the box, which contained a mirror.

"Sirius. Harry said as he looked in the mirror.

Blake's emaciated, handsome face appears in the mirror, with a ridiculous nightcap on his head.

"Got in trouble on your first day at school?" he asked.

"No, it's Roger. He's out of wine and he's not coming home for Christmas, so I want you to get him a few bottles. Harry smiled and explained that although they had only been separated for a short time, he was still happy to see his godfather again.

As soon as he heard this, Blake immediately became excited, and began to make various suggestions: "If I buy it for you, the owl is too slow to mail... Hogsmeade also doesn't sell alcohol to underage wizards...... By the way, there's wine in the Hogwarts kitchen!"

"There's wine in the kitchen?" Roger leaned over curiously and asked, "I've been to the back kitchen, haven't seen it......"

"You're going to have to order those house-elves to take them out, I think a professor told them a long time ago...... But it's not difficult. Blake said as if he was looking back on the past.

"OK, got it. Roger walked straight to Harry's suitcase and pulled out his cloak to cover the two of them, "Let's go, let's get back to talk, Black." ”

Then he pulled Harry up and sneaked out of the bedroom.

It wasn't too late, there were still quite a few people in the common room, and Hermione was sitting in an armchair near the door of the boys' dormitory, chatting with the other girls.

Carefully dodging various obstacles, he pushed away the mural of the fat lady.

Out of the common room, Roger took off his cloak of invisibility and said to Harry with a look on his face, "I knew Hermione would definitely be down there, but luckily I had your cloak." ”

Harry smiled and folded his cloak into his arms and asked curiously, "When have you ever been to the kitchen?"

"I had a good visit to Hogwarts when you weren't around for Christmas, and the house-elves were so welcoming, they would roast me a whole cow as soon as I said I was a little hungry. Roger said with a grin, leading the way.

In front of the portrait of the fat lady, go back down the corridor, down to the lowest floor, down the marble staircase into the foyer, and turn to the left to come to a wide stone gallery, illuminated by torches all around, and decorated here and there delightful pictures, on which the main thing is depicted eating.

"Yo, Neville, why are you here?" Roger stepped forward to say hello to the little fat man who was wandering around and was overwhelmed.

"My toad is gone again," Neville cried, "and it always wants to run away from me. ”

"Rest assured it will come back on its own, always in the end. Neville was relieved, then put his arm around his shoulders, "Come with us now!"

Dragging Neville as he approached a huge silver bowl full of fruit, he held out his fingers and gently scratched the large green pear. The pear squirmed and turned into a large green doorknob with a smile on its face.

It was a large room with a high ceiling, as large as the auditorium on top, surrounded by glittering copper pots and basins, and a large brick fireplace at the other end of the room.

In the middle of the room were four long wooden tables, arranged exactly like the tables of the four colleges in the auditorium above.

By this time the dinner had long since ended, and there was no food on the table, but it must have been piled up with delicacies a few hours ago, and then sent through the ceiling to the table above.

led the two little friends who looked curiously into the kitchen, and hundreds of house-elves were smiling, bowing, and curtsidy.

They all wrapped a tea towel with the Hogwarts crest on it like a robe.

"Mr. Roger Collins, you are here. One of the elves bent down respectfully and said, "Would you like to have a cup of tea first?"

"Okay, let's have a cup of tea to warm up my stomach. Roger nodded.

Immediately, six house-elves hurried up from behind them, carrying a large silver tray with a teapot, three cups, a jug of milk, and a large plate of fine biscuits.

"Wow, that's hearty. Neville said in a surprised voice as he looked at the things.

Compliments made the elves look happy, and they bowed low and retreated.

Many of the elves around gathered around and handed them a lot of snacks.

"This is the kitchen, and you're here to eat?" Neville asked, picking up a piece of cream cake, curious.

Roger rarely didn't eat much, but slowly picked up the teacup and took a sip: "Harry and I came here to have a friendship testimony, but you also came...... Let's let go of our stomachs and have a good drink!"

"Drink, have a good drink?" Neville was stunned and asked uncertainly, "Won't it be a bar......"

"Of course, what do you think," Harry said.

The house-elves in the kitchen had been looking at them with interest and listening to them, but when they heard this, they all looked away.

"Who... Yes, that's you. Roger gestured to the elf who had spoken to him in the first place.

The elf walked up to the boy, bowed, and said, "Bona, sir." House-elf Pona. ”

"Sorry, I can't tell the difference between you......" Roger scratched the corners of his mouth insincerely, "But, Bona, I heard there's wine here, haven't I?"

The elf Bona covered her mouth with her hands and shook her head in a panic.

"Hmm...... Oh well, I got it. Roger nodded understandingly.