However, the murderous aura on campus quickly dissipated, because everyone had taken Lockhart's class. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Since the catastrophe of the elves, he has also grown in memory and no longer dares to bring any living creatures to class.

And there was no explanation of the spells or the introduction of dark creatures, because Lockhart couldn't demonstrate it after going deeper.

He had to read long passages of his books to his students, sometimes acting out dramatic episodes.

This made many people rationally turn their hatred of Roger into contempt for Lockhart.

Roger felt sorry for the 5th and 7th graders, who were going to take the O.W.L. and the N.E.W.T. this year.

Although Hogwarts has been changing Defence Against the Dark Arts teachers in recent decades, there are always a few reliable ones, and it is rare to find someone like Lockhart......

Even if it were Filch to teach the students, it wouldn't have been worse.

Although the school is peaceful, some people outside the school who don't know the truth still send some anonymous letters or packages from time to time.

Roger received but not limited to two dead snakes, two dead rats, and a skinned dead toad.

Even Harry was brought with him a big dung egg with a trap - it exploded if he opened the package...... The whole auditorium was filled with the smell of.

Everyone but Roger was hungry that morning.

Since then, Harry has not dared to open any unsigned letters and parcels.

Although he had some suspicions in his heart, it was Roger who did it at all......

The little savior saw it with his own eyes, and the big dung eggs that Roger secretly ordered in Diagon Alley during the summer vacation arrived a few days ago.

But with no evidence, Harry had to get a few from Roger, and sent one to Lockhart, Malfoy, and Snape in the same way.

Roger's assessment of this was that he was too targeted, and it was too easy to expose who did it, so he contributed all the big eggs to Harry, and encouraged him to target the professor, give one to each person, and the rest to randomly select the "winner" from the Slytherin students.

Although Snape was quite 'enthusiastic' about Harry... Where you can find faults, you can find faults to your heart's content, and when you can't find faults, you can create opportunities to still find faults.

However, in the "terrorist attack" that affected the teachers of the whole school, he still chose to retreat.

As a result of all these circumstances, Harry was glad to have finally made it to the weekend, and he felt like it had been a bit more bumpy than last year......

Early in the morning, while still asleep, Roger was woken up by a commotion that he threw the half-full bottle on the bedside table without even opening his eyes.

"Oops!" a high-pitched, grotesque exclamation sounded, followed by a loud fart sound.

Roger Huo Ran sat up, someone was apparition in the dormitory!

Aside from the previous headmasters, only house-elves can use this magic in Hogwarts.

Dobby Kreacher or the house-elf at school?

Harry, who had been disturbed, rolled over, muttered a few times and fell asleep again.

Roger got out of bed and picked up the bottle that had fallen to the ground, but luckily it didn't break. The bottle was very strong, but unfortunately the wine inside was scattered all over the floor.

The boy stretched, and since he was awake, he didn't sleep, and lifted the quilt in front of Harry's window, who was walking on his feet.

"What-what's going on?" said Harry, confused, one hand still scratching around trying to grab the covers and put them on top of him.

Roger dug his nostrils and threw the quilt back again, he has been pit like this lately, Roger himself is a little embarrassed......

So the boy went to the window and opened it, and a thin layer of light mist shrouded the pink and pale gold sky, and the cool air slipped in through the window.

Taking a deep breath of the fresh morning air, Roger took out a rolled cigarette from the drawer with wine in one hand and a large cigarette roll in the other, and walked out of the dormitory with the reserve grain that was still snoring.

It is also unfortunate for the little black pig to have an unscrupulous owner like Roger, who has to pour a glass of it every night when he drinks before going to bed, which leads to the fact that the reserve grain is basically sleeping every day except for eating.

Really raised it as a pig......

At this time, there was no one in the common room, the boy was leaning on the soft chair in his pajamas and smoking a cigarette in a daze, his right hand unconsciously rubbing the belly of the little black pork, and from time to time he took a sip of old wine.

But moments later, the picture of "Morning of a Drug Addict Drinking" was shattered.

A rush of footsteps sounded from behind him, and Roger slowly turned his head over to glance at Ginny, who was running down in a long blue nightgown with a small flower pattern.

"Yo~Little Ginny?What kind of bad thing did you want to do when you woke up so early~" The boy grinned and exhaled a puff of smoke.

As if she hadn't heard him, the little girl hurried to a chair not far from Roger, and held a thin diary with a tattered black cover in her arms, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

Roger's eyes narrowed, Riddle's diary had just been placed just a few steps away from him......

Now, if you rob it openly... Doesn't it seem a little too rough?

The boy's hand reached for the wand bag around his waist......

Not... Or forget it... Grab the diary of an eleven-year-old Lori... Doing so also undermined Uncle Roger's prestige.

If it weren't for the fact that he didn't have a wand in his pajamas......

At this time, Roger can only sigh that he hates less when the book is used, and he still can't ...... the wandless spellcasting of the Sleepy Spell

"Ahem...... What's on fire?" Ginny, who had relaxed, smelled the smoke wafting from Roger.

"I'm ......," the boy choked on her.

Ginny glanced at Roger and pouted before going back to the dormitory, and she didn't want to deal with such a bad attitude.

"Do you want to know what it takes to be friends with Harry Potter?" Roger could not let her go so easily, and continued to say in a half-dead tone, "Come and sit if you want." ”

The little girl's speed was almost beyond the limits of human beings, and before Roger's words could fall, Ginny was already sitting opposite him.

The boy scratched his hair, which had not been washed, glanced at her, frowned, and asked knowingly, "Which textbook are you holding......?"

Ginny bit her lower lip, and the little girl sensitively thought that Roger was ridiculing her for the second-hand things she used.

Look at Roger's pajamas, they look like high-end things, and the carelessness and the large amount of gold coins he had when he bought the whole trolley snack on the train...... At first glance, it is the child of a rich family.