The hotel room upstairs was as dirty as the bar downstairs, and Roger didn't bother to pick about it, so he took out a dark green robe and a purple cloak from the big bag he had been carrying, and tore off a piece of cloth from the changed robe to cover half of his face, put on a hood, and then Shi Shiran went downstairs. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Downstairs, however, Professor McGonagall had followed, and she had seen Roger scurry into the bar.

"No, what about the boy who just came in?" the professor glanced around and didn't see anyone, and asked the bar owner directly.

The barkeeper was a grumpy-looking old man, with a lot of long gray hair and a beard, tall and thin, who looked six or seven points similar to Dumbledore, but younger than the elder Deng.

If he hadn't known that the shopkeeper was Aberforth, the younger brother of Old Deng, Roger would have thought that Dumbledore had put on makeup and was here to make extra money.

The barkeeper glanced at Professor McGonagall, pointed to the ceiling and did not speak.

By this time, Roger had already arrived downstairs, and he completely ignored the professor, walked to the bar on tiptoe, knocked on the table, and said to Aberforth in pure Chinese English in a low voice, "Give me a glass of flame whiskey." ”

The old man glanced at him, stooped down and pulled out a glass from under the counter, which was relatively clean compared to a bottle, and poured him a glass of liquor that was smoking and shining on the flames.

Professor McGonagall looked Roger, who was tightly covered, up and down, and went upstairs without being too suspicious.

The boy smugly shook his glass, and it was easy to get through in this environment.

Even if he doesn't know any of the four major Asian magic (Thai transsexuality, Korean plastic surgery, Japanese makeup, and Chinese PS), he can change his clothes without showing his face, change his body shape and accent, and give people the feeling that this is another person.

Professor McGonagall quickly descended downstairs, carrying a large pile of things Roger had bought from shopping.

"If the boy comes back to get these things, let him come to me," the professor said to the barkeeper, but her voice was not small, and the few guests in the whole bar looked at her curiously.

McGonagall glanced around the room again, snorted and turned to push the door open, and walked out of the bar neatly.

Since they are all covered faces, it means that no one wants to be recognized, but if the monk can't run away from the temple, she doesn't believe that Roger can go back to school?

The boy who escaped for the time being didn't show a trace of worry, after all, he covered his face and couldn't see his expression~

In addition to Roger, there was also a man who had his hood pressed extremely low.

The room was not bright, so that the man hid his whole face in shadows, and even when he drank, he could only show his cheeks below the mouth, with unshaved stubble and a few small red pimples... It's a man.

Roger sent the flame whiskey in his glass under the mask and drank it down, and it tasted as expected.

The mysteriously dressed man next to him was pouring wine one after another.

"A man who drinks and courageously wants to kiss a girl or kill," Roger beckoned the bar owner to refill his drink and accosted the man next to him.

The mysteriously dressed man didn't speak, but the door to the bar opened again, and Hermione walked in with three other pit goods.

"It's a nice place," Hermione said with an eyebrow raised, surveying the interior of the Hog's Head Bar.

Roger put down his glass, drew his wand and jerked back to Harry, who had followed him into the bar.

"Deadtongue seals throat! Magic wand flies! Hang the golden bell upside down!"

In an instant, the little savior didn't even have time to react when he was hit by three spells and hung upside down from the ceiling without making a single movement.

The barkeeper, Aberforth, paused twice and tapped the wine glass he was wiping in his hand: "I'm going to fight!"

"Don't get excited, send you a new ornament... It's all because you didn't reveal my thank you~" Roger made a 'rest assured' gesture and ordered three bottles of butterbeer for his friends... Harry's share was missing.

At this time, Hermione and the others also recognized the identity of the person wearing the purple cloak.

The girl shook her head with a wry smile, drew her wand and put down the little savior.

"I'm sorry Professor McGonagall didn't catch you," said little Ginny with regret as she sat down at a table.

"None of you want me to be good, are you?" Roger snorted and walked over and sat down, "You also had a part in that just now." ”

"You deserve it, who made you lack virtue and do too much. Hermione said as she unscrewed the cap of the rusty Butterbeer and took a sip.

Roger 'cut' and turned to the mad girl and asked, "I'm upright, right?"

Luna nodded affirmatively: "The facial features are correct, the bridge of the nose is straight, this is true~"

"That's right, your character can't even compare to your looks!" Harry got up from the ground and snatched his wand back in frustration, pulling out his stool and preparing to sit down.

Roger's bad bag was unhappy, how could he get his wish, when the little savior was holding on to the table and preparing to sit down, he stretched out his legs and quietly hooked the stool away.

Not only that, but there was also a focused expression on his face reminiscing about the past to divert the attention of his friends: "Speaking of this, I remember what a teacher criticized me before... I've never told you that..."

"What's that?" Hermione asked with interest.

Roger: "Day by day... People are so handsome, they can't read books at all!!"

Everyone: "......"

Harry was the only one who was: "...... Oops!Which one of the unvirtuous people with smoke removed my stool!!"

Everyone: "......"

Qi Qi looked at Roger.

Roger looked up at the ceiling, whistling with a look of nonchalance.

Harry got up and grabbed the neck of the thing and shook it from side to side, "Blow your sister!

Roger completely ignored the little savior's movements, snapped his fingers at Aberforth, and pointed to the empty glass in front of him: "Boss, flame whiskey, here's a bottle..."

The old man shook off the dirty rag in his hand, which seemed to have never been washed, and put a dusty and filthy bottle on the small table where they were.

During this time, Aberforth's gaze shifted to Harry, and lingered on his scar for a moment.

The hooded man who had been sitting at the bar came over with a wine glass, and as soon as he stood up, he could tell that he was of an emaciated body.

Roger's eyes squinted at him, he poured himself a glass of wine, and asked in an unkind tone: "As soon as I come here, you will come over... Do you want to soak us, or what?"