Anyway, after being studied by Mr. Weasley, the game console or something is completely shattered, and if it is buried in the soil, the grave grass should be three feet high... And the mobile phone that was finally 'studied' was also survived by Mr. Weasley after dismembering those electronic products, and the only functions left were recording and snakes...

"Oooo Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The sound of fake Moody's footsteps faded away before finally disappearing, and Roger watched as the ink dots on the map marked Barty Crouch stood in the auditorium for a moment, then moved again until they stopped again in the center of the auditorium.

After a few more moments, the dots began to move, but instead of heading towards his office, they turned a corner to the ground floor.

Roger didn't think much of it, and seeing that he was already far away, he put away his map and put on his cloak and returned to the Great Hall.

The phone was lying unharmed on the floor near the Slytherin dining table, and Roger walked over to pick it up, the recording function had stopped, and the audio file on it showed a duration of four minutes and thirty-two seconds.

"Four and a half minutes, it should be enough..."Roger also accidentally pressed the play button.

'Oosh, ooh, ooh' Moody's unique footsteps sounded from a weak crescendo on the phone, and after a pause, the footsteps sounded again, followed by a groping sound, and then back...

"Lespilier!"

This was followed by the sound of flames rising in the cup after the parchment was thrown, followed by a moment of silence as the prosthetic leg stepped on the ground again, followed by an abrupt end to the audio file.

Although Mr. Weasley had a lot of consoles, the phone, which had lost most of its functionality, still worked.

Although there is no spell casting action and no guide to using spells, at least Roger is quite satisfied with knowing what the spell is, and this wave is not a loss.

After all, there is still half a night of time for him to experiment with this magic, and he doesn't need to be proficient in it, as long as it works. As for the experimental objectives... He thought that the batch of fried tail snails raised by Hagrid was quite good.

After two months of care, the snails grew so large that each one was at least three feet long, and they were so aggressive that they all began to kill each other.

So Roger was lucky enough to taste what looked like a skewer of things. If I had to describe the taste, it would be like rotten and somewhat smelly fish jelly... However, it is not ruled out that the body of the fried tail snail has been left by Hagrid for too long, and it really decomposes...

The twenty or so whelks that were still alive were placed in the pumpkin field by Hagrid, and placed in separate boxes. When Roger went, the nearly one-meter-long creatures were shaking their heads and tails in the huge boxes, and occasionally blew up a few times and hit the thick planks.

It was dark in Hagrid's cabin, and no movement was heard.

Roger lifted his invisibility cloak, pulled out his wand and picked out a frying tail snail that looked more active: "Lespilier!"

A pale green flash from the tip of the staff, and the tail snail that was pointed at twisted its body a few times strangely, and its tail exploded with a bang, hitting the box hard.

The boy blinked, it was a far cry from what he wanted, he had wanted the whelch to think he was an old hen...

After all, to bluff an ancient magical object and change a creature's perception of itself should be similar in principle... bar.

Roger's magic was blessed again and again by this group of lively creatures.

A few hours later, at three or four o'clock in the morning, the darkest hour before dawn, Roger, who had been struggling with the snails, finally stopped.

The largest snail is walking back and forth with its tail held high, and from time to time its head hits the ground twice, and its crab-like feet are still scratching the ground... I thought I was a chicken.

The smaller ones who were wandering around it and didn't dare to go away thought the 'old hen' was their mother.

The rest are those who have claws and don't need to rub their stomachs on the ground--- just thinking they are snakes, those who stand in place for several minutes before taking a step forward--- this is a sloth themselves, there are those who shake their heads and tails and run around--- this is a husky, and there are a few feet and pestles that keep vibrating on the spot--- this one is probably cramping...

Either way, the results of the exercises were remarkable. Roger puts on his cloak of invisibility and returns to the castle's auditorium.

On top of that, the Goblet of Fire is surrounded by Dumbledore's age line, but that's not too much to worry about... It's just that students who are not old enough are not allowed to step into the circle, and it is not that parchment that is not old enough is not allowed to enter... Who doesn't know how to shoot outside the line, even if the probability of shooting is low, isn't there a floating spell~

With all this out of his way, Roger floated back to the dorm room with his heels on his fart, shoved the invisibility cloak into Harry's suitcase, and went to bed!

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The next day was Saturday, and the little savior woke Roger up and went downstairs with Hermione to breakfast. Generally speaking, students go to breakfast late. However, Roger wasn't the only one who got up much earlier than usual on weekends.

When they went downstairs into the foyer, they saw more than twenty people gathered there, a few of them still eating bread, all of them looking at the Goblet of Fire.

"Did anyone put a name in it?" Roger asked a third-year girl slowly.

"Yes, all the representatives of Durmstrang," she replied, "but I haven't seen anyone sign up at Hogwarts." ”

"Someone must have put their names in while we were sleeping last night. Harry said, "If it were me, I would do it... I don't want everyone to see it. What a shame it would be if the cup crumpled your name and threw it out!"

As he spoke, he glanced at Roger with deep meaning.

At that moment, a loud laugh came from behind them. Roger looked back and saw Fred and George hurrying down the stairs, looking extremely excited.

"It's done," Fred whispered to Roger, Hermione, and Harry in a smug tone, "just drank it." ”

"What?" Harry was a little confused.

"Age-enhancing agents... Each drank a drop," George rubbed his hands together with joy, "we just need to grow up for a few more months." ”

"I don't think it's going to work," reminded Hermione, shaking her head slightly, "How could a genius like Dumbledore be fooled by a pitiful and stupid age-enhancer?"

"That's why this method will work..."

"Because this method is pitiful and stupid~" the twins said in harmony as they walked straight to the edge of the age line, and stood there, shaking on tiptoe, like a diver preparing to jump from a fifty-foot platform.