"Invisibility cloak?" Hearing the words, Hermione subconsciously turned her eyes to Harry, in her cognition, she had only seen this magical voyeur prop from the little savior. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Of course Harry knew that this had nothing to do with him, but there was someone else who knew about the Cloak of Invisibility... He turned his head to Roger.

Roger looked at Ginny, the little girl couldn't figure out what was going on, and thought that these three children who grew up in ordinary families didn't know what it was.

"It's that silvery-white, shiny cloak... Draped over your body will make you disappear. Ginny explained to them with a gesture.

Roger suddenly realized his face, and then quickly changed the topic: "So, Hagrid, your house has also burned down, where will you stay at night?"

"I'm going to rebuild a house, and Dumbledore has allowed me to use magic to help myself a little while I'm building it. Hagrid spoke, his eyes unconsciously glancing at a small pink umbrella leaning against the root of a tree.

The wand that had been severed when the Hunting Ground Warden was fired was hidden in that umbrella.

Hermione glanced at the wet, charred walls of the hut and asked, "Anyway, building a house that can live in one afternoon will not be enough for you alone." Shall we help you?"

"Are you all okay this afternoon? And I'm not alone. Hagrid politely declined.

Harry thought he was just prevaricating: "We've all finished our exams, and we've been idle for the past few days." ”

"Although we can't help much, we can always be a little faster with a little more effort, even if it's just to chat with you~" Ginny also agreed, and poked Roger, who was standing next to him: "Are you right?"

The boy was lowering his head and rubbing the branches on the ground with the soles of his feet, and when he heard the little girl ask himself, he raised his head and said: "People have made it clear that they are driving us away, what is Lai doing here? Hurry back to the lounge to make a cup of tea and eat moon cakes~~"

Hagrid was instantly embarrassed, admitting that it was wrong, denying it, and not knowing what to say.

Hermione unceremoniously gave Roger a pop and pointed to her temple at the hunting ground keeper, "He's missing something here, don't bother with him... By the way, what do you want to get this house this time around?"

"I'm going to build a stone house this time...... I really don't need you here, go back, Flitwick and Professor McGonagall will come and help later. Hagrid smiled kindly, waved his big fan-like hand, and said, "There's still some rotten business in the castle that they need to solve." ”

"What's the matter? is there something else in the chamber?" asked Harry sensitively.

"That's not it," Hagrid looked around, mysteriously lowering his body, "but just like me, all the professors' offices have been attacked, flames and dung bombs..."

Speaking of this, the hunting ground guard shivered and said very happily: "Fortunately, my house was only burned down, and if it was bombed like the castle office... Then I'd rather rebuild the house in a different place. ”

The three friends exchanged an incredulous look.

"Isn't anyone hurt? I mean, how does that sound more like a nasty joke?" Hermione frowned, her eyes drifting towards Roger.

"There's no one else but my beard... The professors were all there when the office caught fire..."Hagrid touched his bare face, still feeling sorry for the loss of his hair, "but the whole school burned a lot of the written papers in all grades......"

"What!?is this true?" Harry interrupted Hagrid excitedly, the little savior's results this year were also ridiculously poor.

"Oh, oops!" Hermione groaned in frustration.

Hagrid patted the girl on the shoulder comfortingly, "Don't worry, I've listened to Professor McGonagall and others discuss that the actual operation of magic spells will account for a large percentage of the final exam grade... At your level, it's definitely still number one. ”

Hermione smiled sheepishly.

But the conversation didn't last either, as Roger saw Professor Flitwick running in the distance with his two short legs.

"Oh, don't tell anyone what I just said, Professor McGonagall told me to keep it a secret... But I don't think it hurts to tell you... Isn't it just an exam? Don't think about this and have fun on vacation. Hagrid winked slyly, stood up and headed for Professor Flitwick.

The professor was obviously stunned by Hagrid's new image, and from a distance he could hear his somewhat shrill voice exclaim in surprise: "Nice new image, Hagrid, looks like a lychee fruit that hasn't been peeled clean..."

None of the four of them could hold back and burst into laughter.

Aside from Hermione, the invalid results of the written test were very exciting news for the other three, and Ginny was in a trance for most of the semester, so don't expect her to learn much.

As a result, Harry retorted to Hermione's assessment that the perpetrator had "a very cruel sense of humor": "It's just a little overdone, and if he hadn't destroyed Hagrid's house, it would have been a perfect prank..."

Roger smiled at this, Hermione stared at him with questioning eyes more than once, and even the little savior asked him several times if he had done it.

After all, the two friends know him very well, not only are the tools for committing the crime complete, but the motive for committing the crime is complete, the key is that Roger must do this kind of thing!

Unfortunately, there is no evidence......

The following days were spent in a dazzling sunshine, and Ginny also mingled with the trio from time to time, and stood firmly by the idol's side to fight with Roger when he was pitting Harry, but his attitude was hundreds of times better than before... Helping and being helped is always the best way to make friends.

I forgot to mention that Roger's wand was more than an inch long when it was first taken out of the basilisk's belly, but by the end of the semester, it slowly returned to its original appearance, as if the wand would grow on its own.

Hermione asserted that his wand must have been made of a very powerful wood, but it took so much effort to get to the wand shop that the boy didn't care about what Ollivander said.

Tools and that's it... Roger didn't care much about it at all, and even if it broke, it was just another one...

And during the time when he was waiting for the results, the elder Deng recruited Harry to have a private conversation in the past, the content of which is unknown.