"Bingo! learn quickly~" Roger whistled in satisfaction: "Come again?"

"If you ask that kind of question again, forget it. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" Hermione said with a frown.

"Well, another one. Roger pouted and nodded: "When you stand on a tall building and look down, you happen to see someone killing." What do you think of when the murderer looks back at you and points at you?"

"Warning, don't talk too much, or you'll be the next one?"

"Hey...... He's counting how many floors you're on so that he can go up and kill you in a moment. The boy leaned over to the little girl's side and said gloomily.

Hermione took a few steps to the side, an expression of a pervert who stayed away from me.

Roger resisted the urge to laugh and said, "Don't tease you, are you still playing?" ”

"Normal?"

"Absolutely!" Roger's tone was affirmative.

"Alright then, I can try. ”

"Ahem," Roger cleared his throat: "Then listen well: a bear accidentally fell into a trap that was 19.617 meters deep and fell in exactly 2 seconds. What color is the bear, please?"

“...... Are you kidding me?" Hermione clearly felt that her heart was being trampled by 10,000 grass and mud horses, this was normal at first, but the question asked directly what the hell was the color of the coat!

Roger's actions made the little Lori, who wanted to make a new friend, feel the deep malice from the unscrupulous youth.

"Of course ~ no, this is just a three-theory problem (including geography, physics, and reasoning)" Roger looked up at the sky, obviously lacking confidence.

The little girl who was about to leave stopped: "Then what do you say is the correct answer?"

"Black bear. ”

"Why?" Hermione asked.

Roger doesn't know why, he memorized the answer after reading this question, and who would memorize the problem solving process with such a big string.

"You're not going to be a casual question to embarrass me, are you?" asked Hermione, staring into Roger's eyes.

"How come?" the boy said haha, looking left and saying to him: "You're home, go in quickly, and come back to play with you tomorrow." ”

With a wave of his arm from his back to Hermione, the boy walked away in style.

On the contrary, it was little Lori, who waved her small fist angrily at his back.

It's quite interesting to think about these questions carefully, and it's not bad to test my father in a while.

Hermione thought and knocked on the door.

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The two stabs before breakfast have been completely healed by Roger's crazy eating, and without Carrie's help, the recovery rate of exercise can only rely on self-healing to slowly increase, and the side effect of this is the geometric doubling of food intake.

Although it is a little slower, it is still improving.

The following week Roger spent a very dull time, giving himself a few knives every day, and then calling Hermione to go to a full meal together, during which little Lori also retaliated against Roger's many tricky and strange questions, and the relationship between the two became a lot closer.

In the early morning of the 30th of July, the voice of Aunt Elizabeth, who had returned from the dust, sounded in the villa.

"Roger, with your letter, how is the house these days?" she placed a heavy parchment envelope on the table in the living room.

"It's okay, no one is causing trouble. There was a sound of flushing, and Roger walked out of the toilet with his pants in his hands: "The letter was written by Carrie?"

"I don't know, I didn't write my name, is it a ticket from you for destroying public property?" Caroline sat down and looked at it, she also wondered, who would write to the unpopular Collins family except Carrie?

Roger picked up the envelope, which was a heavy piece of parchment, a wax seal in the shape of a shield, and flipped the letter over, without a postage stamp, and the address was written in emerald ink:

Steenshire, City of London

Hampstead District

15 Tulip Road

Easternmost bedroom on the second floor

Attn. Mr. Roger Collins

"This address is detailed enough, I just know which district our house is in. Roger said in surprise, to hide his real surprise.

It stands to reason that after staying in the United States for so long, if he really has a talent for magic, he should have an enrollment notice sent to him in the United States, so that Roger has always thought that he is an ordinary person and is ready to take Hermione's line to contact the wizarding world.

Is it necessary for the school to send the admission notice today? Did it break the unspoken rules of enrollment between schools in various countries a few days earlier?

As soon as he thought of this, Roger's mind turned back and forth, and in an instant, his brain made up countless enrollment wars between major schools competing for each other's students.

Tearing open the envelope, which contained two pages, Roger pulled out one and read it:

"Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

Dear Mr. Collins,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Enclosed is a list of the required books and equipment.

Semester is scheduled to begin on September 1. We will be waiting for your owl to hear back from you by July 30.

Vice-Chancellor (female) Minerva McGonagall"

Caroline snatched the letter and read it again, laughing loudly, "What a misfortune is this guy who has made a prank on your head! What the hell are you going to fight back?"

"What if I say it's not a prank?" said Roger, slowly.

"Hah! how can there be a magic ......" Caroline's words came to an abrupt end, and the two names blurted out: "White Witch and Angel!"

"Are they graduates of this school?" asked Aunt Elizabeth, shocked.

"It doesn't have to be this school, and there is more than one magic school. Roger tapped his fingers on the table: "But after all, they are all playing magic, and they may not be impossible to find out in the wizarding world." ”

"Is there any hope that Caroline will turn back to normal?" the aunt clenched her palms excitedly.

"I don't know, maybe. Roger comforted his aunt, he lied, if there was a way, there would not be so many werewolves in the later Harry Potter period, and Lupin would not be a werewolf until he died.

"Mom, don't think about it, it's impossible to change back. Caroline rubbed the Helsing ring on her finger, which she couldn't take off after she put it on: "And I feel good like this." ”

The aunt pursed her lips and turned to Roger and asked, "What do you think, and I have no objection if you want to go to school." ”

As soon as these words came out, the vampire stared at Roger with burning eyes, he had always wanted to change back to a normal person.

Before that, Roger forced the school to expel his ruthless person in order not to go to school, after all, a person who has graduated from college for many years, and then went to elementary school with a group of fart kids, it is a problem not to be mad.

If you want to establish yourself in the UK in the next few years, the wizarding world will always have to be contacted, and now that the letter is here, it is a better opportunity.

So the boy nodded and said, "Of course I'm going, but for now it seems that Caroline will have to go to the girls' secondary school pitifully." ”

"Ha, don't be like Angel Witch and come back as an enamel. Caroline sneered, unrelenting.