Of course, this hierarchy is only for the sake of a more definite statement... Even if Roger's approach conflicted with Dumbledore's orders, the house-elf had nothing to do with it, and it couldn't and didn't dare to really stop it.

This kind of creature that carves servility into its bones is just pulling Roger's trouser legs to prevent him from moving forward.

At the bottom of the stairs, the house-elf led the three of them to the left and hurried towards a door, the underground hallway that led to the kitchen and Hufflepuff common room, and the Slytherin common room was in the dungeon on the other side, to go through the wall.

So while the house-elf opened the door with his feet crossed, Roger silently gestured to Hermione and Harry, quietly but quickly ran to the other side, unscrewed the handle and ran inside.

After closing the door again, Hermione asked with some concern, "I heard that house-elves will punish themselves if they don't follow the director's rules, will it be the same if they lose us?"

"Probably," Harry said slowly, "Kreacher likes to smash his head on the floor and cupboards. ”

"Don't worry, I've heard that the average house-elf punishes themselves very well and won't take their own lives, because they can only die of exhaustion or old age without the permission of their masters. Roger said casually as he walked down the dimly lit passageway.

The dungeon is not full of signs of fighting like above, but it is no different from usual, just...

"Mr. Collins and his friends, why are you here! The students should go home!" another house-elf stood beside an empty, wet stone wall. As soon as the three of them turned the corner, they were seen by it.

Roger rolled his eyes impatiently: "What are you wandering around here with nothing to do?

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and pulled the dwarf house-elf away from the stone wall, "By the way, what's the password?"

The house-elf struggled suddenly, covering his mouth with his two hands and shaking his head plainly, and the two huge ears on his head crackled on its face.

"I command you to tell me, right now!" said Roger, angrily.

"Pureblood—" A stone door hidden in the stone wall immediately opened.

And the house-elf, who squeezed the word out of his teeth, immediately fell to his knees and slammed his head desperately on the ground.

"Alright, these few strokes will be enough, let's stand your guard well," Roger reached out and lifted the elf from the ground and put it aside, and walked in.

In front of them was a beautifully carved fireplace, crackling with a fire, reflecting the figures lying on the carved chairs around them, presumably asleep to the sound of their heavy breathing.

"Oh, what time is it? noon?" said one of them, as if awakened by the sound of the stone wall, sat up and said tiredly, "I hope those house-elves can make me a good meal..."

This voice Roger sounded unfamiliar, probably from the Ministry of Magic, so he said casually: "Why, Dumbledore called you to help and didn't even care about a meal?"

"How can I have time to eat, it's good to be able to squint for a while now... Who are you!?"

"You don't know you either, Dumbledore, I have his courier here that he needs to sign for. Roger gestured to Pandora in his hand and said nonsense.

"What courier..."The figure was a black man, and he immediately frowned when he saw the appearance of the three of them: "Kid, why did you get here, didn't Dumbledore say that the students had already been sent away?"

"But that doesn't stop us from coming back, does it?" said Roger.

"Yes, we're here to help!" said Harry, who pouted as he pouted.

"And we are very strong, we can protect ourselves and will not hold you back. Hermione said.

The black wizard's eyebrows furrowed even tighter, his eyes roamed back and forth over the three bear children, and finally seemed to have decided to find Dumbledore, after all, this was a student of Hogwarts, and it was better for the head of the school to decide whether to rush back or stay here to die.

"Wait here, Dumbledore will come down soon," the black wizard said to Roger and the others, turning and walking through a door.

The unattended three men looked around the Slytherin common room, a long, narrow basement with walls and ceiling made of rough stone, round, green lamps chained and hanging from the ceiling. The wall on the left side is transparent, with two columns in the middle, through which you can see the aquatic plants floating outside and the fish swimming by from time to time. It appears that the Slytherin lounge was built under the Black Lake.

"Well, you said I smashed this wall, will it break the foundation of Hogwarts?" Roger knocked on the transparent wall, and found that it was indeed the wall and not the glass.

"I don't know what will happen to the castle, but we will all be drowned. Harry said as he crossed his arms and looked at the crystal clear lake outside.

The black wizard came back quickly, followed by Dumbledore who hurried over, the old man didn't look as energetic as usual, and although the dark purple robes covered with silver stars were intact, the tiredness on his face made him seem to be even older. But the eyes hidden behind the lenses still shone sharply.

"Yo~ It looks like you're not in a good state, didn't you go to sleep for a while?" Roger stretched out his hand to say hello.

"As people get older, they feel less," Dumbledore didn't look angry, but said calmly, "On the contrary, it shouldn't be easy for you to come back from afar." ”

"It's okay, it's okay, it's okay to serve the people. Roger smiled and played with Lao Deng.

"Come in with me, you three, and we'll be discussing what to do with this later," the old man beckoned to the three bear children, and then said to the black wizard who had sat down again, "Take a break, Kingsley, those things may not come at any time." ”

The black wizard nodded, leaning back in his chair and closing his eyes again.

Hearing this name, Roger couldn't help but glance at the black man, this is also a master who is not weak, but in the original book, he served as a bodyguard for the President of England... Well, a bodyguard in the wizarding sense... It is also one of the backbone of the Order of the Phoenix.