Harry jumped up in an instant, holding Roger's neck with both hands and swaying from side to side, "Don't say such hurtful things in a comforting manner, bastard!"

Roger was dangling by him nonchalantly, tilted his head to the side and said suddenly: "Hey, little pot friend~ Are you also here to ask for Harry's nude photos? Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

Harry realized that someone was watching him.

When he looked up, he saw that it was a thin, small, unkempt boy he had seen at the placement ceremony last night.

The boy stared at Harry, clutching a normal point-and-shoot camera tightly in his hand.

As soon as Roger saw the camera in his hand, he remembered who he was, what was that name or something... Harry's big fan too......

Seeing Harry looking at him, the little boy's face immediately turned red: "It's... Yes... Oh... No, it's not..."

"I mean—my name is Colin Creevey, and I'm in Gryffindor. He explained with a short breath as he took a timid step forward: "What do you think...... Can...... Can I take a picture of you?"

As he spoke, Colin raised his camera expectantly.

"Oh~ I understand, it turns out that you want to take a few artistic photos of the wine and pig in person, right?" Roger suddenly realized: "The guy is smashed, he has a future, he is optimistic about you... Harry, why don't you take off your clothes and make an M-shaped leg split?"

Harry let go of the hand holding Roger's neck, and instead of looking at the little boy, he poked his companion's chest wildly: "Which one are you singing? I don't say anything about your tricks, and you're trying to bring bad children? You're going too far, aren't you?"

The little savior, who had just finished being ridiculed, directly regarded one of his loyal admirers as Roger's accomplice.

Although this is a very high possibility, Roger has not yet found time to form the 'Harry Potter Admirers League Club'.

"It's none of my business, man. He raised his hands to show his innocence, and said with a very aggrieved look: "We have been in class together since this morning, and there is no time to commit a crime at all......

Harry squinted.

"It's none of Roger senior's business," Colin said eagerly, moving a few more steps, "I know everything about you, everybody's talking to me... How did you escape the mysterious man, how did he disappear, etc... You still have a lightning-shaped scar on your forehead. ”

As he spoke, the boy's eyes searched Harry's bangs.

Roger was surprised: "Do you still know my name......?

Colin looked up proudly, "Of course ~ the table finisher, the Gryffindor deductor, the vomiting master - Roger Collins - you are in some way as famous as Harry Potter...... And then there's Hermione Granger - Miss Jack-of-all-trades, always number one. ”

He shook their hands as he spoke, and Hermione smiled sweetly.

Roger smiled and winked at Harry, teasing: "We stole your limelight, I'm really embarrassed~ Why don't we stand together and take a group photo?"

Colin took a deep breath and looked at Harry with a slight trembling begging, "Maybe I can stand next to you and ask someone else to press it for you?" and... Can you sign it?"

"Okay, come on!" said Roger, who posed as a salted egg Superman emitted a kinetic light wave at Harry, with a 'bibo~bibo~' sound on his lips.

The Colins child immediately turned around and grabbed the arm of a passerby... Kindness... Crabbe, or Goyle, to be exact.

Sorry, Roger was a little face blind, and he had never been able to tell the difference between Malfoy's two fat henchmen.

Malfoy's face was gloomy and he glared at Colin with hatred, he had been deterred by the threat of last semester, and he had not planned to trouble Harry about this.

But please provoke him, and if he swallows his anger again, he will really be full of guilt, and for some reason he is now very confident.

"Autographed photo, you're sending autographed photo, Potter?" Malfoy's loud, shrill voice echoed through the courtyard.

He stopped behind Colin, and two large bodyguards stood beside him.

"Everybody line up!" Malfoy yelled at the crowd, "Harry Potter is sending autographed photos!"

"You can take a group photo, only one silver coin each time~" Roger immediately shouted at the people in the yard: "If you need it, come to me to sign up~First come, first served~"

Malfoy: "......"

Colin: "......"

"I didn't!" Harry was almost angry, he felt like he had made a fake friend, "Shut up, Roger, which side are you on!"

Roger shrugged his shoulders and looked innocent: "I'm on the side of truth." ”

Hermione closed the book in her hand angrily and amusefully.

Roger's mouth kept talking, and he even put his hands together into a trumpet shape: "Another: Every ten photos are full, with the story that the wine pig and the platinum dragon have to tell...... There are benefits~"

His *** eyebrows and words immediately aroused the curiosity of some girls with special attributes, and it can be seen that a few of them are obviously ready to move.

Now it was Malfoy's turn to turn green......

On the contrary, Colin hesitated: "Roger, your accent seems to be a little problematic......"

"Damn, is it time to pay attention to your accents?

Malfoy was unusually silent, glancing behind Harry through gritted teeth, waving hatefully, and turning away with two henchmen.

His bodyguard was so calm, obviously he didn't understand the meaning of Roger's words......

"What's going on, what's going on?" Lockhart strode towards them, his flowing turquoise robe waving behind him, his gleaming blonde hair topping up and wearing a top hat of the same color with gold trim... Well, that is, the legendary cuckold......

"Who's posting autographed photos?" he seems to have a natural sensitivity to this kind of thing.

"It's Roger!" Harry opened his mouth to push at Roger.

But Lockhart put his arm around his shoulder, and shouted merrily, "Don't ask! We'll meet again, Harry!"

The little savior was sandwiched next to Lockhart, and he was ashamed and feverish.

"Come on, Mr. Creevey," Lockhart greeted Colin with a smirk, "a double photo, it couldn't be more cost-effective, the two of us signed it for you." ”

Harry struggled desperately.

The little boy clumsily picked up the camera and pressed the shutter during the afternoon class bell.

"Let's go, let's go to class. Lockhart shouted to the crowd and then tightened Harry's grip on his feet and walked towards the castle.