Time flies when people are immersed in something special, and Roger goes downstairs to the dining room for a Halloween party. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The Halloween décor is a Halloween atmosphere, with thousands of bats fluttering across the walls and ceiling, and even like low clouds swirling above the table, causing the flames of candles to flicker in the belly of the pumpkin.

Roger sat at the dining table, rarely using his knife and fork, just looking up at the swarm of bats flying around.

"What are you looking at? You can't even eat. Hermione looked at Roger differently and followed his gaze upwards.

The boy didn't speak, frowning and staring at the bats.

This aroused Hermione's curiosity even more, and she put down the dishes and poked Roger with her finger: "What the hell is going on, what do you see?"

The dishes during the festival were a few grades better than usual, but the boy didn't even bother to look down: "It's nothing, it's just to observe the flight rules of the bat swarm to see if this is summoned by the bat spirit spell or a real bat." ”

The little girl didn't understand what was going on.

"So what? is there any difference between the two?" asked Hermione.

"Of course!" Roger glanced at the girl in disbelief, "Have you never thought deeply about this?"

“...... What way?" Hermione smoothed the hair on her forehead in embarrassment, she really didn't know what Roger was asking about......

The boy also stopped looking up, stretched out his hand and gestured to the dining table, "Look, let's sit here and eat every day... Although it is not an open-air environment, there are no less small slags and small things overhead...... Don't you ever worry about something falling off your plate?"

Hermione was stunned, and reflexively looked up at the top of the auditorium, where she had only been curious about the transparent roof.

Roger: "There is a candle on the head, and the owl courier also carries a meal to bring over...... The wax oil produced by the burning of candles is good to say... Birds are gliding creatures!

Hermione: "......"

Roger: "Can you imagine the joy of drinking a cup of pumpkin juice and a lump of gray-white bombs into the cup?"

Hermione, Harry: "......"

The small voice was enough for the people around him to hear clearly, and Neville pushed the food in front of him a little further with a pale face, "Don't say it, I feel like throwing up......"

"You should be glad that none of what I said happened," Roger said, sweeping the surrounding classmates who had given up eating, "Hogwarts candles don't melt when they burn, and owls have been trained in pet stores to solve physiological problems at regular intervals... But now there are so many bats flying around on their heads ... If they were all genuine, such a large amount of exercise would inevitably speed up the peristalsis of the stomach and thus make digestion faster...... In short, there's a good chance they'll not be able to hold their ......"

This is not only Hermione, but all the freshmen around Roger who heard him speak, one counts as one, and they all raised their heads and stared closely at every bat flying over their heads, and the danger of air-dropped bombs should not be underestimated.

But soon, Hermione sneered and repudiated Roger's nonsense: "Impossible, how can there be such a simple problem at Hogwarts that cannot be solved." ”

Roger laughed silently, this question is easy to figure out, if these bats can really pull Shi to the Great Hall, then the Hogwarts professors will go and cut themselves...... How fresh is it, the decorative bats bombarded the whole auditorium?

At this time, Harry and a group of others also understood that it was Roger who was teasing them with bad taste, and immediately wanted to "crusade" against him.

"Roger, look! there's a worm on your plate!"

"It's half-striped!"

"Half of it in your mouth!"

"Oh my God, that half bug is bursting!"

Roger swallowed the food in his mouth and put down the knife and fork, not because a few words affected his appetite, he used to watch the survival record of Bei Ye to eat... It was the missing figure of Quirrell in the teacher's seat, which made him wait for the chaos that was about to happen in a moment.

However, just waiting was not too boring, Roger raised his eyebrows at Harry's group who had just "crusaded" him, and said with a smile: "You mentioned half a bug just now, which reminds me of a joke, do you want to listen to it?"

Everyone shook their heads, they knew what kind of character Roger was after knowing each other for so long, and there must be something bad about smiling so obscenely......

"Don't, that's too bad......

- I'm going to tell you about it anyway. Roger smiled shamelessly and said to himself: "More than two hundred years ago, there was a nobleman who was very rich, and his wealth was so rich that he was rich enough to rival the country. With so much money, the aristocrat got bored and wanted to have fun. So he put a basin in the street and said, 'Whoever can spit out a basin with a mouthful of phlegm, I will give him a bag of gold coins.' Many people tried without success, and then a peasant came to him, and vomited a basin full of a mouthful of phlegm, and the nobleman was astonished, and gave the peasant a bag of gold coins as promised. ”

At first, the friends around me listened to a paragraph with their ears pricked up, but when they talked about a mouthful of thick phlegm and spit out a basin, everyone wrinkled their faces and felt an itchy throat.

Roger continued: "But the nobleman was still bored, and when he looked at the basin full of phlegm, he thought again, and pointed to the basin and said, 'If anyone can drink a mouthful of the thick phlegm in the basin, I will give him two bags of gold until there is nothing left in this basin.' Everybody thought it was disgusting, and no one wanted to try it. At this time, a beggar came, and without saying a word, he took the basin and drank it. The thick phlegm in the basin was drunk by the beggar. The nobleman was astonished and said, 'Why do you drink it all in one sitting?' The beggar looked very angry and shouted, 'I don't want to, I don't want to!

"Vomit ......" Neville couldn't help but lower his head and spit out after hearing this joke, and the food residues that he had just swallowed and had not had time to digest mixed with gastric juice gushed out uncontrollably.

But at this moment, Professor Quirrell, who had been absent for a long time, suddenly rushed into the dining room, his large scarf on his head, his face full of horror, and he gasped and shouted to Dumbledore, "Trolls - in the underground classroom-"