"Actually, objectively speaking, that girl is quite beautiful. Hermione said fairly and fairly.

"She's at least a foot taller than me, and the cross-section doesn't even need to be mentioned—" but Harry was still terrified: "Imagine dancing with those thick arms wrapped in that... My arms probably won't even reach her waist!"

But overall, Harry had to admit that, despite the embarrassment of having a ball, life had changed a lot since he had passed his first project, and he had rarely encountered any unpleasant conflicts in the hallways.

After all, there was Roger in front of him to attract firepower, and if the thing had been there, Harry could guarantee that the girl would never have come over at all!

In the last week of the semester, the school was bustling and noisy day by day. There are rumors about the Yule Ball, but most of them are quite implausible... For example, Dumbledore bought eight hundred barrels of Essence Mead from the Three Broomsticks Tavern in Hogsmeade. But the rumors of his booking of the Weird Sisters, Roger knew it was true.

Of course, it's not that this thing has heard the Wizard radio broadcast, but that this scene has been depicted in both the original book and the movie. Judging by the excitement of those classmates who have listened to N (Wizard Radio Network) since childhood, the Weird Sisters seem to be really quite popular.

Roger just wants to complain about this, those wizard friends didn't even have to watch a TV show in their childhood, and they could only live on a radio... Tsk, it's miserable~

Some teachers, such as Professor Flitwick, who jumped up and slammed his knees, simply stopped teaching when they saw that their classmates were clearly absent-minded. And allow them to move freely in his classroom, but not outside the classroom is the first premise.

Other teachers weren't so talkative. Professor Binns, for example, in the History of Magic class, whose attention could not be diverted, continued to lead his students through the pile of notes of the goblin rebellion...

The students speculated that since Professor Binns had not allowed his death to stop him from continuing to teach, it was impossible for a small matter like Christmas to distract him. As Roger commented, Professor Spinn's ability to tell the bloody and thrilling Goblin Rebellion as boring as Percy's Crucible Report has to be praised for being a technical job.

Professor McGonagall, like Moody's, doesn't leave students idle until the last second before class ends. Not to mention the period, Roger reckoned that he would rather adopt Harry as his godson than let his classmates play games in class. He glanced at the class with a gloomy gaze and told them that he was going to test their antidote in the final class of the semester.

"Damn," Harry, who was customarily harassed by Snape, slammed his anger at the ceiling in the Gryffindor common room that night, "he did it on purpose... Crabbe and Goyle, the two idiots had potions a hundred times worse than mine, and they both got a passing grade! He's literally ruining the last bit of the semester with a lot of schoolwork. ”

"Actually, you didn't work very hard, did you?" Hermione looked at the complaining little savior from her Potions class notes, "And I'm curious, you can even tolerate Roger's temperament, and you can't even adapt to Snape's fault-finding?"

"It's two different things entirely," Roger said, fiddling with a crack deck of cards next to him.

It was a new gadget he had recently discovered from the Weasley twins, and it was much more fun than a regular playing card, and if it wasn't done well, it would really blow up.

"Can Snape compare to me? his ability to do things is much better than me!" he snorted proudly.

Harry and Hermione rolled their eyes at the same time.

"Alright," Hermione looked at the two lazy lads with a serious gaze, "since you don't want to learn the antidote, let's do something more creative." ”

"For example...?" Roger tossed a card out, blasting a blackened hole in a tapestry on the wall.

"The golden egg," the girl whispered through gritted teeth.

"Alright, Hermione, we can rest until February 24th. Harry waved his hand nonchalantly.

"Hey, that's what you said," Roger scoffed at them, "You guys haven't found any clues so far?"

Hermione straightened up immediately, "What do you mean... You're 'smart' to discover the secret of those noises?" she deliberately accented the word 'smart'.

Roger looked up to the sky and snorted: "After all, it's still a bit useful to use golden eggs as an alarm clock every day, isn't it?"

"What the hell is in the golden egg?" asked Harry, who was also woken up by the 'alarm clock' every day, and had nothing to gain but goosebumps all over his body.

"In your own words, it's too early to think about it, but the first thing to do is the Christmas Ball..."Roger's malicious gaze was aimed at the little savior: "After all, someone's picky behavior is likely to cause him to end up dancing alone with his own shadow..."

"Holy!Why are you looking at me like that!!" Harry jumped up from his armchair.

"Oh, do you think you already have a target candidate?"

“...... No one yet. Harry immediately wilted, his face flushed.

"Well, so... The topic of the last meeting of the illegal research group before the holiday is excellent material for discussion~" Roger smiled: "On the chastity of the Savior... Ahem, dance partner question! Tsk, there's a high value of discussion..."

Hermione looked at Harry, her lips pursed to say something, but Roger reached out to stop her.

He glanced at the little savior: "After all, helping each other is what good friends do." If you don't get anything out of it these days, our group of 'good friends' will definitely spare no effort to help you..."

"Hah! no need!" Harry replied very dryly, but I can't say that anything that Roger is involved in is a bad thing, but it is certainly not a pleasant thing.

He looked Roger up and down with disdain: "And you still have the strength to 'care' about me?

Roger absentmindedly clasped his fingernails and said, "This is not a matter of concern to the Savior, anyway, I will definitely not appear alone." ”

"Really, who are you with?" asked Hermione.

Roger gave her a stealthy look and gestured to Harry.

The clever girl immediately understood that this thing was lying...