"Voldemort knows, right?"

Hermione nodded: "I read in the book that eleven years ago, the most powerful dark wizard in England died at the hands of Harry Potter. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Roger didn't go into detail about Voldemort's life and death: "You should have heard of Voldemort's younger brother, the Death Eater, right?"

Hermione said she knew.

"It's a Death Eater," Roger said, pointing to the half-dead rat, "an undocumented, illegal Animagus." ”

Hermione's tense face was suddenly covered with surprise: "What!?How did you find out?"

Roger pointed to his eyes and then to his head: "Observe carefully, make bold assumptions, and verify carefully." "I can't guess until I have read the original ghost.

"But even if he's a Death Eater, you shouldn't torture him like that, we can hand him over to the school, to Dumbledore......" Hermione said, "and besides, it's just your guess." ”

"So I saved it for my life," Roger shrugged, "you hurry up and change your clothes, it's getting dark and you're going to school soon." ”

If it weren't for the fact that my aunt had to be stationed in her hometown in England, and Voldemort was extremely contemptuous of ordinary people, it would be uncertain whether Roger would torture Peter or Harry today.

Even if he has stood on the opposite side of Voldemort, as long as his aunt and they have moved abroad, Roger dares to sing "a bullet to kill a teammate" to muddy the waters, he is a typical master who is not afraid of big things.

"The train will arrive at Hogwarts in five minutes, so please leave your luggage on board and we'll take you to school. A voice echoed through the train.

The doors of the carriages were pulled open, and everyone rushed down the aisle.

The train slowed down and finally stopped. The passengers pushed Sangsang and rushed down the door to a small and dark platform.

"Alright, first-year! Come here, come here! Don't be shy. A lamp was dangling above the students' heads, and the rough voice of the hunting ground guard was loud in the night sky.

"Who designed this school uniform?" The hem of the robe is mopping the floor, are you really afraid that the students will trip over their clothes and lose a few teeth?" Roger kept the skin of the mouse's neck and followed the flow of people all the way down.

Follow Hagrid's striking figure through a small forest, and then row across the mirror-like lake, where they all climb the stone steps and gather in front of a large oak door.

The door opened, and a tall black-haired witch in an emerald green robe stood in front of it, her expression was serious, and Roger recognized it as Professor McGonagall, who had been to his house.

She gave the students an overview of the school, and then led them into the hall to prepare for the sorting ceremony.

Hermione twisted her fingers nervously, words still in her mouth, reciting a few of the spells she had learned at a rapid pace.

Roger waved Peter in his hand: "Don't worry, the sorting ceremony is very simple, as long as you kill a senior student from any college, you can take his place and go to school." ”

His voice was not small, and the small number of freshmen basically heard what he said, which caused a commotion.

"Don't be afraid, aren't they just going to school for a few more years? You can fight one in a group, and if you see that man who looks like a hemp stick? Roger teaches the nervous group of freshmen the ropes of the Sorting House.

"Stop, my dad said just wear a hat. A boy with pale blond hair walked out proudly: "It's only mudblood like you who don't know how to sort the house." ”

Roger smiled happily when he heard the boy's words, walked a few steps closer and asked kindly, "What is your surname?"

Dumbledore, sitting in the center of the teacher's seat, watched it all calmly, no one behind the half-moon glasses knowing what he was thinking.

Before the commotion could be caused, Professor McGonagall returned, glanced at the freshmen, and placed a quadrangular stool in front of her, and on top of it a topped wizard's hat, patched, worn and dirty.

Professor McGonagall pulled another roll of parchment from her bosom: "Students who read their names, please come to the front, sit on a stool and put on your hat and wait for the Sorting House." ”

One by one, the freshmen were assigned to their respective houses.

"Hermione Granger. ”

Hermione almost ran to the stool and hurriedly buttoned her hat to her head.

"Gryffindor!"

Roger gave her a thumbs up.

"Roger Collins. ”

The boy walked up with a bloody mouse in one hand, and in front of everyone, he picked up his hat and slammed it on his leg a few times: "This hat is so dirty, and no one washes it?"

Sorting Hat: "......"

"Oh, by the way, if you don't give me a Gryffindor, I'll dismantle you and sew you into panties and sell it now, knowing I have a knife in my pocket......"

Sorting Hat: "...... Gryffindor!"

There was a round of welcoming applause from the table in the Lion House.

Roger took off his hat and didn't go to the table, but walked straight to Dumbledore's table, and everyone looked at the bold boy.

The white-bearded old man looked at Roger with a smile, "Does Mr. Collins have anything to say?"

"Got you some presents, Professor Dumbledore. Roger he, handed over the half-dead mouse: "I can't be idle, if I get into trouble at school, I hope the principal can cover me a little......"

Dumbledore observed the mouse with interest: "A dead mouse can't impress me. ”

"This is no ordinary pet rat, it's eleven years old, it's missing a heel toe, I'll name it Pettigrew.......

Dumbledore sat upright, looked at the miserable rat carefully, and whispered a few words to Snape, whose eyes widened violently, his teeth clucked, and he drew his wand and controlled the mouse to disappear into the hall.

Dumbledore's eyes sparkled, "I'll be in my office after the banquet." ”

This caused a sensation, and the first-year freshman openly bribed the school principal with a dead mouse in front of all the teachers and students of the school, and the principal accepted it and said a meaningful word.

When he returned to his Gryffindor seat, Roger was greeted with loud cheers and whistles, and the Weasley twin brother shouted, "This is really emotional!

At the end of the Sorting House, Harry sat down on the stool in the Lion House.

Dumbledore stood up, and he looked at the students with a smile on his face, "Welcome to Hogwarts to start the school year!" That's it: stupid, crying nose, screwing, screwing, thank you. ”

He sat down again, and everyone applauded and cheered.

"Isn't he a little crazy?" Harry muttered hesitantly.

"There's a fine line between madness and greatness, and they often go hand in hand. Roger's sudden interjection startled Harry, who jerked several positions away.

"You have a few words, and the food has come up. Hermione said angrily, pointing to the various delicacies that appeared on the table out of thin air.