Selling favors doesn't mean that Snape's attitude towards Roger has changed, and even as time goes on, Snape treats him worse in Potions class, and even has a tendency to surpass Harry and catch up with James. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Roger was sure that Snape had nothing to gain in Edinburgh, otherwise he felt that no matter how much he was hated, Snape would not be as good as James.

As for the fact that old Deng lied, Roger was still a little unsure, could it be that this old glass was not interested in resurrecting his sister at all? In the original book, his death can basically be said to have been caused by this incident...

What could be the reason why Lao Deng can be so calm?

The plot has changed a lot, and what Roger knows about the development of the story can only be used as a reference, and Dumbledore must be planning something with the old glass

Roger can't figure it out, so he's going to find someone to help him figure it out...

It's not just Deng Sr. who cares about Ariana, but also his younger brother, Ariana's second brother and owner of the Hog's Head Bar, Aberforth Dumbledore.

But things can't be rushed, Roger needs to wait and see how things develop... Snape's deception of people is also first-class, and it can even be said that there is no more powerful 'liar' in the wizarding world today.

Roger's confinement lasted until the end of November, and he had been there once since the beginning of his confinement, and after that he had to do whatever he had to do as if he were a nobody, as long as he went out at night and didn't get bumped into by Professor McGonagall.

By this time, the bitter wind and rain had dissipated, the sky had begun to clear up, showing a dazzling pale white, and the muddy ground had been covered with a layer of shiny hoarfrost for a day, as if overnight, the academy had jumped from autumn to winter.

Inside the castle, there is already a Christmas atmosphere. Charms teacher, Professor Flitwick, has decorated his classroom with shimmering light sources that are actually real fairies with flapping wings.

The students also began to happily discuss their vacation plans. Roger, Hermione, and Harry all decided to stay at Hogwarts.

Hermione insisted on staying because she was going to the library, and this year's study plan made the girl tired, and Harry said that Blake couldn't come back to spend Christmas with him because he couldn't leave for a while.

"Don't think about it, you must have been hooked by those big ass girls abroad..."Roger said peeling candy.

Harry agrees with this speculation.

Squatted in a place like Azkaban for ten years, regained his free body after clearing his name, took care of his godson and godson and recovered his body for the first two years, and he still had to live after almost resting, and he still had to live a handsome uncle, Bubble Girl?

Anyway, Harry was very much in favor of this kind of thing, and there was not the slightest hint of resistance. This loveless little boy lacks more than just his father's love.

After the start of the Christmas break, there were very few students at Hogwarts this year, and at least for the day today, Roger didn't see any students except the three of them.

This was the real idleness, and the three of them sat around the fireplace in the common room, Crook Hill and the Reserve Grain spread out on the floor by the fireside, like a ginger blanket with a small black pillow.

Hermione was nibbling on a tome as usual, and Roger covered his head and groaned, "Oh my God, it's the holidays! Why do I feel more stuffy than when I was in school?

"Let's go see Hagrid, it's been a long time since we've seen him. Harry jumped up from his chair and suggested.

Hermione looked up and thought for a moment, then made a mark and closed the book: "Well, it's been a long time since I thought about it, after all, I always see Hagrid in the Magical Creature Protection Class every week, and I can't remember to visit him..."

So, they took their cloaks from the dormitory, walked through the hole in the portrait, through the empty castle, and out of the oak door.

They walked slowly on the lawn, leaving a shallow groove in the dazzling powdery snow, and the edges of their socks and cloaks were soaked and frozen.

The Forbidden Forest looked like by magic, each tree was slightly covered in silver, and Hagrid's new hut looked like a piece of sorbet.

Harry knocked on the door, but no one answered.

"He didn't go out... Isn't that right?" Hermione said, her body trembling under her cloak.

Roger unfastened his cloak and draped it over the girl, put his ear to the door and paused for a moment, then straightened up and said, "Nothing happens, probably not at home..."

"Wait... There's going to be a movement—" Harry said suddenly, as if he had heard something.

"I can see it at a glance, and I still listen to it. Roger's little savior's head slammed into the Forbidden Forest.

Hagrid's dog staggered out of the woods, and the hunting ground guard followed with a crossbow with a snowflake scattered from the trees on his head.

The big dog pounced on Harry to lick his ears, but Roger beckoned to the half-giant, "What a coincidence, if you're a little later, maybe we'll go back." ”

Hagrid slapped the snowflakes on his body with the force that could knock down a horse, "Hey, why didn't you little ones know to use an owl to deliver a letter before you came?"

"It's a holiday, so I thought you were resting at home. Harry wasn't embarrassed to say he came on the spur of the moment.

Hagrid stood his crossbow against the wall and reached out to open the door to the hut, "Something is going on in the woods, I need to go and see... Alright, come back inside and warm up... I'll make you a cup of tea. ”

As soon as Hermione and Harry entered the house, they immediately crowded to the stove to roast the fire, and the way was cold enough.

Hagrid fiddled with the stove, made tea from the great brass teapot, and handed them three kegs of teacups, which were dark as mahogany, and brought a plate of his homemade rock crust cakes.

Hermione and Harry took a few sips of their teacups, and immediately felt the warmth of their bodies.

When he was done, Hagrid sat down in his fur-covered chair with a cup of tea and snorted comfortably.

"What's the matter, you three, didn't even come home for Christmas?" he asked.

"There's something going on at home," Roger groaned and ate the rock skin cake: "I just don't go back, but you, you still work overtime during the big holiday, and the school gives you a holiday subsidy?"

The hunting ground keeper took a large sip of tea and suddenly burst into tears for no apparent reason.

Hermione and Harry were stunned, and Roger said amusedly, "Isn't it... You're so old that you can make yourself cry when you drink tea...?"