After Halloween, we entered November, and the weather started to get very cold. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The mountains surrounding the school were gray and covered with snow and ice, and the lake was as cold and hard as hardened steel.

Every morning, there is frost on the ground.

From the upstairs window, Hagrid can be seen wrapped in an oversized moleskin coat, wearing rabbit fur gloves and giant beaver fur boots, manually defrosting a broomstick on the Quidditch pitch.

The Quidditch season is about to begin. Roger wasn't much interested in that, although he had previously pondered the idea of joining the Quidditch team.

There are more than 700 ways to foul Quidditch rules, and when used properly, Roger can knock over all opponents with a stick... But after the flying lessons, he was full of malice towards the sport.

Harry was very interested in this, and he didn't let go of a copy of Quidditch every day, which Roger reckoned was due to nature.

The day before a Quidditch match, the three Rogers took advantage of recess to go outside in the cold courtyard.

Hermione used her magic to summon a bright blue flame that could be carried around in a jam jar.

At this moment, Snape walked through the yard and walked with a slight limp.

Hermione put the flames away, and after a battle with the trolls, she didn't care so much about the school rules.

Harry's presence still caught Snape's eye, but Roger on the other side made him hesitate, and finally Snape limped over, he didn't seem to see the flames, but he was looking for a reason, anyway, to find fault with them and teach them a lesson.

Roger smiled, he thought Snape would turn around and leave.

"What's in your hand, Potter?" asked Snape.

It was Quidditch Tracing the Origins, and Harry showed him.

"Books in the library are not allowed out of school," Snape said, "give it to me, and Gryffindor deducts five points." ”

He made up a makeshift rule. Harry watched Snape limp away and muttered angrily, "I wish his leg hurt enough." ”

Roger smiled and asked Harry meaningfully, "Remember the first question he asked you in the first Potions class?"

Harry was a somewhat inexplicable question, but Snape's unkind beginnings were apparently not so quickly forgotten.

"What do you get with daffodil root powder added to wormwood infusion. Harry replied.

"You answered so quickly, it seems that you remember this very well...", Roger put his arm around his and Hermione's shoulders and walked towards the classroom, "Although he deliberately wanted you to look stupid and stupid in that class... But if you know the language of Victorian flowers, you will know that narcissus is a lily. ”

Harry and Hermione didn't understand the meaning of these words, and waited for the boy to follow.

"I've got it all ......" Roger glanced at them and patted his head helplessly: "Okay... It means 'my guilt will stay with you until the grave'. Wormwood, on the other hand, means absence. ”

The two friends looked at each other.

"Forget it," Roger waved his hand indiscriminately, "You guys should just go crazy with me......"

In the evening, the Gryffindor common room was as noisy as usual, and Roger sat by a window and brandished his wand to create a series of small explosions, which were explosion charms that had been reduced in power so that he could experiment with spell improvement indoors.

Harry was pondering how to get Quidditch back.

"Go, Saunian, what is there for Snape to be afraid of?" Roger maliciously encouraged him.

"I won't go if I don't go. Hermione said, but gave Harry an idea, "If there were other teachers listening, Snape wouldn't turn you down." ”

Harry nodded, he thought it was, and walked out of the common room under the watchful eyes of his two friends.

"Do you think he can get the book back?" Roger asked Hermione with a wicked grin as he waited for Harry to get out of the portrait.

"It should be. The girl thought for a moment, then affirmed, "Like I said, if there were other teachers, Snape wouldn't be too biased." ”

"Do you want to gamble on it?" I said he wouldn't get it back. Roger smiled, "Bet on next week's homework!"

Hermione gave him a blank look: "Don't gamble, do your homework yourself." ”

It wasn't long before Harry came back with his hands empty.

"Aha, little Hermione, I'll leave all my homework for next week!" Roger said with a playful laugh.

"Don't talk to yourself, I didn't even bet with you!" Hermione said angrily, and then she turned back to Harry, "What's going on?"

Harry pulled them aside and lowered his voice, "I went downstairs to the staff lounge, and because there was no answer to the knock, I wanted to sneak in and get the book back, but I pushed the crack open and saw Snape healing his wounds. One of his legs was dripping with blood and flesh! He was still complaining about how he could keep an eye on three heads at the same time! Do you know what that means? On Halloween Eve, he wanted to pass by the big dog with three heads! When we saw him, he was going there -- he wanted the thing that the big dog was guarding about! I bet he must have let the troll in to divert people's attention!"

Harry looked excited, and a large set of words did not even breathe, and spoke extremely quickly and quickly.

Hermione's eyes widened.

"No—he won't," she said, "I know he's not good, but he's never going to steal something that Dumbledore keeps in his collection." ”

"Reconsideration. Roger raised his hand, "If you want to say who wants to save your life in this school, Snape is definitely number one." ”

Harry was surprised at first, but then reacted and thought that Roger was saying the opposite......

The conversation then turned to speculation about what Dumbledore's collection was, but it was certainly a small object no more than two inches old.

Roger was holding back at this time, adhering to the concept of 'if you don't ask me, then I shouldn't know', happily putting a 'cannon battle' on the other side, while watching them open their minds there, and in the end they only qualified: 'Either particularly precious or particularly dangerous.' ''Or both......'

"Roger, don't you have any guesses?" Harry asked curiously, seeing that Roger didn't join the discussion.

"......No," Roger scolded, because I didn't have to guess.

"Do you know what it is?" asked Hermione casually.

Roger was stunned for a moment, and said faintly: "I know ......"

"......" Hermione and Harry looked at him with beeping dog expressions, "What is ......it?"

“... Philosopher's Stone..."Roger also replied weakly, why did she ask such a question? Sure enough, the flag can't be set up casually......