Ginny heard the words and put down the book: "What, is it strange?"

Roger pretended to think for a moment, then nodded very seriously, "I was so surprised, I thought you would only be interested in Harry's autographed photo." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

"Shut up," the little girl choked angrily, and buried her head in the book again.

The unpopular Roger didn't care about Ginny's attitude, and looked at what she was reading.

"Stinging spells—" the boy raised his eyebrows, "Do you want to make people unrecognizable?" I suggest you turn to page 127 of the book, there is a spell that suits you perfectly. ”

Ginny glanced at Roger and flipped the book to the page he said, "The Bat Spirit Spell...?"

"At least a bunch of big furry bats to bite people sounds a little more interesting, doesn't it?" Roger winked at her.

Apparently the little girl agreed with Roger, looking down at the spell in detail in the book, and trying to wave her wand with her right hand.

"You can't do this, you have to find a target..."Roger pulled out his wand and beckoned Harry, who was lying on the table doing his homework: "Hey, Harry! Do me a favor~"

The little savior turned his head blankly.

Roger shook his hand and shouted, "Go, Pikachu!"

A swarm of bats swarmed out of the tips of the rods in an instant, and like a small dark cloud, they pounced on Harry, toppling him to the ground along with his chair.

Everyone in the lounge was attracted by the commotion and stood up to figure out what was going on.

Harry cursed loudly and indistinctly, fumbling with his wand and drawing his wand, "It's over!"

But the bats who were reluctant to give up on the little savior did not disappear, and the universal dissolving spell did not work against the bat spirit spell.

"You bastard!" Harry gritted his teeth and struggled to get up from the ground, waving his wand angrily at the bat that was pestering him, and then pointed at Roger again, "Ten thousand bullets!"

The bats instantly turned their target and shot at Roger like a heavy black bullet.

The boy stood still, allowing the critters to crash into all parts of his body, shattering into wisps of black smoke and dissipating.

The people in the lounge all gathered around, watching the excitement and not being afraid of big things.

"Come on, Harry!"

"Give him some color and see!"

"Hit him, hit him!"

Ginny and Hermione immediately stood up, one in the middle of the two second-hand.

Harry lowered his wand, and so many onlookers around him brought him back to his senses and had no impulses.

"Shh......h

Hermione aggressively pulled the arms of the two boys to the side, and asked sharply, "Can't you two stop for a while!?

The way she looked reminded Harry of Professor McGonagall.

"It's not Harry's fault for this," Ginny said immediately, defending her idol, "it was Roger who did it first." ”

"It really makes me sad," Roger clutched his chest in grief-stricken expression, "I'm doing this for you." ”

"And I have to thank you?" said Ginny scathingly.

"Don't be so polite~" Roger immediately took the conversation modestly.

Hermione glared at them fiercely and threatened, "I don't care! If you do this again, don't blame me for going to Professor McGonagall!"

After speaking, without waiting for them to say anything more, she strode back to the chair at the table and sat down, stared at the parchment in front of her, and was stunned for a few seconds before she picked up the pen irritably and continued her homework.

Hermione looked a little hysterical.

Harry was startled by the girl's appearance, and he didn't care about any more trouble with Roger, and asked his friend with some concern, "Is she okay?" Why are you so grumpy?"

After being with Roger for a long time, this kind of thing has become a daily routine, and Hermione's reaction has become an anomaly.

Roger scratched his head with his wand, and when he opened his mouth, he was talking nonsense: "I don't know, maybe it's adolescence..."

The after-effects of Hermione taking too many classes have been highlighted, there is not enough time in the first place, and there are mountains of homework waiting to be done, and if you make trouble around her at this time, then don't blame her for blowing up.

Ginny kicked Roger in the shin in displeasure, and pulled Harry away from the scourge.

Roger shook his trouser legs casually, found a chair and then set up Ge You's paralysis.

.........

A week passed by in a flash, and in the Conservation of Magical Beasts class, Hagrid did what he said he would, making a bunch of Flober caterpillars to teach them how to take care of them.

These oversized caterpillars are really harmless, because they basically sit in the pot doing nothing, and they are dull and unstoppable.

The Defence Against the Dark Arts lesson, which was also destroyed by Roger in the first lesson, was the opposite, very lively and interesting.

Lupin had brought in a red hat after Boggart, a kind of unpleasant little monster-like creature that lurked wherever anyone bleeds, waiting to attack the ignorant and ignorant.

Unlike the Conservation of Magical Creatures class, which no one really likes, Defence Against the Dark Arts has become a favorite class for most people.

The only thing that made Roger regret was that the club's activities never took place, Hermione didn't need to mention it, the Quidditch team increased to three training sessions a week, and Harry, who was not so rich in time, had to catch up on a lot of homework in the evenings.

But Friday night is different, and the thought that the next day is the weekend always lifts the mood.

After dinner, Roger, Hermione, Neville, and Luna walked together, and Harry and Ginny finished their mysteries early.

But on the seventh floor, Roger saw Ginny standing in the hallway in front of the door of the Room of Requirement.

"What's the matter, didn't you get that kid?" said Roger obscenely, frowning at the little girl.

Ginny smiled meaninglessly, and tilted her head towards the Bing room: "Why don't you just go and see for yourself?"

"Huh~ Did you do it directly...?" Roger's eyes widened instantly, and he couldn't wait to walk towards the door.

However, behind him, Ginny quietly stopped the other friends who wanted to follow up, and squeezed her eyes at them slyly.

Roger had barely stepped into the door with one foot, and a wooden palm more than a man tall and wrapped in a sponge pad slammed into him.

The action was so abrupt and the attack was so swift that Roger didn't react at all for a while, and with a lewd smile on his face, he was slapped his body by the firm palm of his hand.