Sure enough, when they walked into the Gryffindor common room, there was another burst of cheers and commotion inside. Tables and chairs were piled with mountains of cakes, and jugs of pumpkin juice and butterbeer.

The twins set off some laborious fireworks, and many stars and sparks flashed in the air. There were also several eye-catching new banners hung up by students who were good at drawing, most of which depicted Harry, Hermione and the dragon fighting, but there were also two depictions of Cedric's head on fire.

"Come on, let's celebrate the success and now the passionate party, cheers!!" Roger casually shook off his robe, and as expected, he picked up the wine bottle and rushed into the crowd.

However, the gryffindor cubs who were in a crowd were instantly muted and scattered one by one with blue faces.

"......" Roger's face instantly darkened.

This state of affairs makes him feel like some indescribable source of pollution, or he has already enjoyed the same treatment. It wasn't until he had walked away from him dejectedly that the lounge came alive again on the other side.

"Well, that's what happened to you. Ahahaha..."Harry gloated and patted Roger on the shoulder, laughing maniacally, throwing off his robe and rushing into the crowd with the bottle.

The same posture brought different results, the addition of the little savior was like a drop of ice water in hot oil, and the atmosphere of the celebration party exploded, and people were like welcoming the heroes who returned triumphantly, enthusiastic and exuberant.

Roger pouted and sat alone in the armchair in the corner.

Hermione sat down next to him and asked, "What are you thinking?" ”

"The temporary immersion is to accumulate strength for a better outbreak in the future..."The boy put his cheek on his hand, looked at the friends who were happy in the crowd, and said flatly: "Didn't they think about the two projects to compete with me in the future?"

Hermione's good mood through the first project was instantly extinguished.

"Don't worry," seeing the girl's face, Roger smiled warmly and comforted, "I will treat everyone very fairly..."

It's even more worrying to say that, okay!? It's fair to kill them all... The girl immediately didn't want to stay next to him any longer. She didn't even look at Roger again, and squeezed into the crowd to enjoy the cheerful atmosphere of the party.

The people in the common room, consciously or unconsciously, tried not to step into the corner where Roger was staying, and it was quiet as if they had been stripped out of the space.

Kindness... You can't live if you do your own evils, nothing more than that...

"Oh my God, it's pretty heavy," Fred, one of the Weasley twins, picked up the golden egg Harry had placed on the table, weighed it with both hands, and said, "Open it, Harry!

The little savior took the golden egg and held it with one hand and motioned to the surroundings: "Who wants me to open it?"

"I think!" the crowd responded.

"Do you want me to open it?" asked Harry, grinning again.

"Yes!!"

"Alright then—" Harry gritted his teeth into the tip of his tongue and pried the golden egg open with his fingernails into a groove in the golden egg.

It was empty, there was nothing, but the moment Harry opened it, a terrifying, shrill scream filled the room.

If I had to describe it, it was like countless people with long nails scratching the blackboard, goosebumps rising uncontrollably. It is estimated that only the music played at the ghost's death party can compare to this movement.

"Close it!" Fred yelled with his hands over his ears.

Harry slammed the golden egg shut.

"What's that?" asked Ginny, staring at the egg in the little savior's hand, "like the cry of a female ghost... We might have to pass by a female ghost next time!"

"Someone seems to be tormented!" Neville said, his face pale, and he scattered his sausages all over the ground, "Could it be that we're dealing with the Drill Heart Curse!"

"Don't say anything stupid, Neville, it's not legal," said George, "and they can't say the Diamond Mantra on the Warriors." I think it sounds a bit like Percy singing... Maybe you're going to attack him while he's showering. ”

"A jam pie, Hermione?"

Hermione looked suspiciously at the plate he handed over, and the vigilance of being friends with Roger could easily be cultivated. What's more, during the summer vacation, she knew about the magic tricks played by the twins.

Fred grinned.

"Don't worry," he said, "I didn't do anything to them." What you need to watch out for are custard biscuits..."

Neville had just taken a bite of the custard cookie and choked at it, spit it out.

Fred laughed, "I'm just kidding, Neville..."

Before he finished speaking, the fat man on the side suddenly turned into a big canary.

"Yo, I'm sorry, Neville!" Fred shouted to the laughter of the crowd, "I forgot, this is our enchanted custard cookie..."

Thankfully, in less than a minute, Neville had taken off his feathers, and when all the feathers were gone, he was completely normal again. He even laughed with the others.

"Canary biscuits!" Fred shouted to the emotionally charged crowd, "George and I invented it." Seven silver stalks a piece, it's very cheap!"

By the time the boisterous crowd finally returned to their dormitories exhausted, it was almost one o'clock in the morning. The mad girl who belonged to Ravenclaw College had to spend the night with Ginny's dormitory.

And Roger, in front of the curtain that pulled up the four-poster bed, said goodnight to Harry and Neville, and the little savior and the little fat man shivered at the same time, and they could see the anxiety in each other's eyes when they looked at each other...

But the next morning, this uneasiness was completely eliminated, because they were all woken up by Roger using the golden egg as an alarm clock...

If you get along with this product for a long time, you will find that in addition to the occasional brain circuit blockage and convulsions, the behavior that is very different from the surrounding style is the daily state, and when the performance is really normal, it means that something big has happened! or is about to happen!

It's like waking up in the morning and finding Roger a gentleman with a delicious breakfast to your bedside, it's basically either trying to poison you or borrowing your hand to poison someone else...

Fortunately, Roger didn't have breakfast in his hands this morning, and they still had to go to the auditorium downstairs to fill their stomachs.

December brought strong winds, rain and snow to Hogwarts. Although the castle is always windy in winter, anyone would be glad for the hot fires and thick walls of the castle compared to the large ships of Durmstrang parked on the lake. The great ship swayed in the wind, and its black sails fluttered in the dark night sky.

Durmstrang must have been cold enough in his mobile home.