There's a Harry Potter future story development here!

The novel is definitely no drama, but the way the movie is presented is a picture, and a total of eight movies Roger is not a Chinese dubbed version that every movie has been watched. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

If Lao Deng had also carefully looked through his memories before the crossing, he would have noticed something... It has even been guessed that Roger is not reborn, but the identity of a time-traveler.

What's more, will Deng realize that he is just a fictional character, a bad old man who is indispensable in a long story?

Roger peeked at Dumbledore's tall and thin back, but he couldn't see any difference from usual.

Outside the main entrance of the castle, Lupin and Professor McGonagall, along with the school doctor, Madam Pomfrey, waited at the top of the stairs, and were truly relieved to see the headmaster and students return safely.

The three professors all walked briskly towards Roger and the others.

"What the hell is going on, Albus?" asked Professor McGonagall anxiously, apparently here she had seen the multiple explosions and smoke rising from the Forbidden Forest.

"I found him in the nest of the eight-eyed giant spider," Lao Deng calmly pointed to Roger, who had no clothes left, "I was a little too late when I rushed over, and this kid had already handled things very well alone." ”

"Oh my God!" Professor McGonagall exclaimed, turning to look at Roger, who was being scrutinized by Madam Pomfrey.

Holding the boy by the shoulder, Madam Pomfrey let go of her hand and conjured a blanket for him to wrap around to cover her body.

The clothes on Roger's body were barely working as they should.

"At my level, I don't see anything wrong with him at all... He's the healthiest of us, to be exact. Madam Pomfrey said as she withdrew her wand.

"Good thing it's okay!" Professor McGonagall pursed her lips and said angrily, "I've told you a lot that Hagrid should be reined in! Those evil creatures have been classified as dark creatures since they were bred!"

This was the first time Roger had seen Professor McGonagall arguing with Dumbledore in front of a student, and she was usually a loyal fan of the Headmaster.

"Conservation of Magical Creatures must be a professor with a lot of experience, doesn't it? Dumbledore said calmly, "And I can assure you, Minerva, those eight-eyed spiders will no longer be in the Forbidden Forest." ”

Professor McGonagall blinked, somewhat startled at the meaning of the headmaster's second sentence, "You, you mean...?"

Lao Deng nodded, his silver-white beard trembling slightly: "There is not one left." ”

"Oh, oh... Alright, that's good—" Professor McGonagall said, a little confused, as all the momentum dissipated.

Rather than looking at Professor McGonagall's embarrassment, Lupin, who stepped forward, was obviously more able to attract Dumbledore's attention.

Staring at the sharp eyes of old Deng, Lu Ping calmly said his purpose: "Since Roger is fine, then I will be relieved... Professor Dumbledore, I'm here to take my leave..."

The other two professors were shocked by his words.

"Remus, I want you to talk to the victim of your mistake in the classroom before you make this decision, and if you still think about it later, come back to me in the office. Dumbledore looked at Lupin and said with a serious expression.

Lupin glanced at Roger apologetically, but did not retort to the headmaster's words, "Well, I think Mr. Collins should go back to the dormitory and change his clothes first." ”

The old glass didn't know exactly what was going on between him and Harry, but to say that he didn't know anything would make Roger laugh his big teeth.

Lao Deng can safely leave the matter of persuading Lupin to continue teaching to Roger, so he is sure that this thing will not drive Professor Lupin out of the campus on a whim.

Roger's extracurricular study group is preparing to recruit teachers...

Nodding to the professors, the boy headed for the castle, and Lupin followed two steps slowly.

After spending so much time in the woods, most of the classes in the castle were finished, and the corridors were full of students laughing and playing.

"How about a drink or two in your office?" said Roger, wrapped in a blanket and ignoring the same glances from his classmates.

Professor Lupin was surprised and said, "Aren't you going to change your clothes first?"

"Anyway, you still have to take it off when you drink it, so it's more convenient. Roger said.

Lupin didn't understand the meaning of these words......

However, that didn't mean Roger wouldn't go to his office and sit in the main seat and rummage around the professor's desk.

"Isn't it, you don't even have a bottle of wine?" the boy smacked his lips and closed the drawer.

The mild-mannered Lupin was not annoyed, and drew his wand to conjure up a silver kettle and two wine glasses, which automatically filled the cups and landed on the table, and the wine glasses flew towards the two of them.

Roger took the cup and drank it dry, and instantly knew what was here: "Butterbeer... I think flame whiskey is worthy of your wild heart. ”

"I think butterbeer is good, and whiskey isn't the drink you should touch for your grade. Lupin took a sip to moisten his throat and sat down in another chair with his cup in hand.

The corners of Roger's mouth couldn't help but rise: "It seems that Blake must not have talked to you about how much fun we had together when we were guests at his house last year..."

Lupin raised an eyebrow.

"That's not a glorious thing, he's naturally embarrassed to say to you..."The boy smiled evilly, and said proudly, "In those days when I was there, he almost ate the sobering pills as food... And he drinks and cheats, it's really tasteless..."

"Sirius, cheating?" Lupin was surprised.

What kind of hell did Blake, who was arrogant by nature, go through to make him play tricks on such a trivial matter as drinking?

"It's hard to imagine, isn't it?" Roger wrinkled his nose and smirked, but abruptly called out a name: "Bona!"

A 'poof' sounded like a loud fart sounded, and a house-elf apparition shifted to the center of the room, a tea towel with the Hogwarts crest wrapped around it like a robe.

"Mr. Roger Collins called me?" her voice was sharp and thin, bowing respectfully to the two men in the office.

"Hmm, how much oolong tea is left in the kitchen?" said Roger, leaning back in his chair.