"Whatever you know, it's none of your business!" Snape's face changed, and finally he let go of Roger and pushed him out of the spiral staircase with a cold word. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Well, well... I know Dumbledore wants to overturn the case, but you can also try to convince Fudge to have the Dementors kiss Peter Pettigrew. Roger was still tugging at Snape's tense nerves.

"Don't force me to cast a curse on you......" Snape's face stiffened with anger, "Then you'll be the first student in Hogwarts history to be hospitalized for angering the professor!"

"It's a great honor to help you become the first professor in Hogwarts history to be expelled for over-punishing students~" Roger bowed to the angry professor nondescriptively.

"It's all petrified!" Snape wasn't good either.

Roger acts as usual.

"Legs stiffen and die!"

Roger acts as usual.

"Hang the Admiralty upside down!"

Roger acts as usual.

"Deadtongue seals!"

Roger chattered.

"How can you have such strong magic resistance...... Gryffindor deducts twenty points!" Snape was forced to move out of the scoring deduction method: "If you dare to say a word again, I guarantee that Gryffindor House will remain in a negative state throughout the year!"

"Is it per sentence, or is it counted by the number of times you speak?"

Snape: "Twenty points for Gryffindor!"

Roger suddenly said: "Oh~ Understood, it's calculated by the number of times, right?

Snape: "Twenty points for Gryffindor!"

Roger: "It's boring to talk like this......"

Snape interrupted: "Gryffindor deducts twenty points!"

Roger: "......"

Snape: "Twenty points for Gryffindor!"

Roger: "Damn, you counted the distance, I didn't even speak!"

Snape: "That's what I'm holding." ”

Roger: "......"

Roger also knows how to take it when it is good, just linger on the edge of Snape's bottom line, and he doesn't have good fruit to eat if he really annoys him.

The conversation ended with Gryffindor minus 100 house points.

"Dragon scum. Snape turned around and left, heading back to Dumbledore's office.

The portrait at the end of the hallway was removed, revealing a circular hole in the wall through which Roger had crawled through, and the comfortable common room was filled with soft armchairs.

A petite figure sat there and hadn't gone to sleep.

"Hermione, why are you here?" asked Roger.

"I'm afraid you've gone to the wrong dorm. Hermione stood up, "You have the door on the left all the way to the top, and the door on the right is the girls' dormitory. ”

"It's nice to have an 11-year-old coed dorm ......," Roger muttered, rubbing his chin, "that's nice." ”

"What did Headmaster Dumbledore say about the rat?" asked Hermione.

"It's a Death Eater, and now that the Ministry of Magic has arrived, he will be thrown into Azkaban at worst. Roger walked over and rubbed the girl's head: "Okay, go to sleep, I'll tell you more about it tomorrow morning." ”

Roger pushed open the wooden door, and at the top of a spiral staircase he found his bunk: five beds with four draperies, draped with crimson flannel curtains.

But the people in the room were obviously not asleep yet, and they were discussing something in whispers.

"Harry, did you think Spotted had already been eaten by him......" Ron's sad voice came out.

"Look at the feeling of him eating at the table... I'm afraid he'll eat us up when he's hungry......" Harry's voice rang out.

"He, he's not that bad, he and Hermione helped me find the toad......" Neville whispered to Roger.

"Whew... "One ...... one else is asleep."

Roger listened to their whispered discussion, grinding his teeth and walking in: "Rats are really not delicious...... I'd love to try something else......"

The dormitory fell silent in an instant.

"This red-haired guy looks pretty good, he should be quite chewy...... "I didn't even turn on the lights, Roger couldn't see any redheads."

"Wow!" Ron screamed in fright, and rolled over to get out of bed and run away.

"Gotcha, don't run, look at the scare of you. Roger turned on the light and grabbed him: "People who are more than ten years old, why can't they help but be so funny." ”

Roger stuffed him into the bed, maybe he felt that he had bullied the little pot friend too hard today, and he explained it in a rare and kind way: "Your mouse will go to Dumbledore tomorrow, he will give you a reasonable explanation, and you will have to thank me when you really know the specific situation." ”

Ron shrunk into the quilt in fear, as if the quilt was some kind of unbreakable guardian charm.

Say goodnight to Neville, and Roger sleeps in his clothes.

Our little savior moved a little in the opposite direction of Roger.

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In Dumbledore's office, in addition to old Deng, McGonagall, and Snape, there was also a short, stocky middle-aged man with messy gray hair and a dark green top hat under his arm—Cornelius Fudge, Minister of Magic.

Fudge looked anxious, but he wasn't surprised when he saw Peter Pettigrew's miserable appearance, apparently Professor McGonagall had told him most of the situation.

"It's terrible," his voice was equally uneasy, "it's terrible, I have to come." Albus, can you guarantee that what he says is true?"

"Of course, if you don't feel at ease, you can ask him again in person. Dumbledore said calmly, "But I'd suggest you ask within the range of the elixir's effect." ”

"Spit on, spit out the elixir?" Fudge looked a little surprised.

"It's urgent, Cornelius, I've had to use the Truth Elixir before the Ministry of Magic agrees. Dumbledore said.

"Oh, well, oh, it's okay......" Fudge couldn't hold his top hat in his hand, obviously not thinking about it: "So it's a big mistake in the Ministry of Magic, and even awarded a heinous Death Eater the Order of the First Class Sir Merlin." ”

Fudge's face was sweaty from anxiety, and he kept walking back and forth in the room, "This effect is too bad... What will people think of the Ministry of Magic... What to think of their ministers ... The Daily Prophet will go crazy because of this......"

"Do you want to keep the innocent in Azkaban, just because their ministers don't want to admit their mistakes?" Professor McGonagall asked Fudge with her lips furled.

"No, no, of course not," Fudge wiped the sweat from his face, "The Ministry of Magic will release Black, and will think of a good solution......"

"I'd suggest you secretly make Peter disappear forever, and then let Sirius Black die of old age forever in Azkaban..."Snape squinted his eyes and said with a sinking face, "If you don't want to do it, I'm more than willing to do it for you." ”

Fudge seemed to be frightened by Snape's words, and hurriedly shook his head: "He will be handed over to the Ministry of Magic for trial, and the final result ......"