"As I said, the toad has been waiting at the door of Hogwarts for a long time. "www.biquge.infoRoger tried to go back and finish the little food he had left.

But Miss Hermione, who was obviously unconvinced, still pulled him along with him to inquire from car to car.

After asking about most of the train, I opened the carriage this time and saw two little boys sitting in a row, the red-haired one holding an old wand, looking like he was about to cast a spell on his pet mouse.

Roger's eyes lit up, this is the legendary duo of Harry Potter and Ron Wesley.

He whistled excitedly, and said angrily: "Cute Sao Nianyou~ Do you want to shoot at the little mouse in your hand?"

Ron was visibly taken aback.

"Go aside," Hermione pulled Roger aside, "Oh, are you doing magic? ”

Curious, Miss Hermione pulled Roger to sit down across the car.

"Oh...... Okay..."Ron was a little overwhelmed, but still stubbornly cleared his throat, "Daisies, sweet cream, and sunshine, turn this stupid mouse yellow." ”

Of course, nothing happened, the mouse was still gray, and Harry gave his good friend a smile of encouragement.

"Are you sure it's a spell?" asked Hermione.

"Of course not. Roger slapped the table and said leisurely: "With chrysanthemums and lubricating oil, why do you still have to play holy light? Do you know that holy light, mosaic and safety pants are called the most anti-human invention in the history of human evolution? Your approach will make social civilization collapse~"

The three innocent little flowers were unconscious when they heard these words, and even Ron's rat widened his round eyes.

Hermione curiously pulled Roger's sleeve and whispered, "What kind of spell is he chanting?"

Roger was serious: "You'd better not ask casually, such a spell and this heresy should be beaten down to eighteen layers of hell, and then let the king of Yama punish them to soak in the pig cage, feed them a month of fish, and then fish them up and hang them in Times Square to whip the corpse ......"

Roger, who was getting more and more energetic, took out a pocket knife from his pocket, popped out the blade and gestured in front of Ron: "I can't wait to use this kind of person's head as a toilet, I pull it after you pull it, return it to me after you pull it, I'll pull it again...... Anyway, is this little guy with glasses interested in pulling it too?"

"......," Harry, "even me?"

Ron, who was only eleven years old, had never seen this meeting, and the whole person stuck to his seat, and explained with a crying voice: "This spell was just told to me by George, I swear... He must be lying to me with this cannon! I don't know anything..."

"Hey, hey, hey...... Really?" Roger slowly approached with a knife in his hand.

Hermione grabbed one of his arms and dragged him back fiercely, "What do you want to do!

"I want that mouse. ”

"Huh?" Hermione was stunned, the topic jumped a little bit.

"I want that mouse. The boy pointed with the tip of his knife at the little mouse lying on Ron's lap, and repeated it again as he watched the farce with great interest.

His eyes never left the obsessive little creature since he came in.

Ron, who was so scared, grabbed his little pet violently and held it to his chest with both hands: "What do you want it to do?" It's old and useless, it will only sleep all day......

"I'm hungry......" Roger licked his lips, his eyes lit up: "First burn the hair all over the body over low heat, then pull off the head, then disembowel and remove the internal organs and cut them into small pieces, add water to the pot and boil over high heat, hiss... That taste...... I don't know how to do it, but it's okay to eat it raw. ”

Everyone in the carriage showed a disgusted expression, and Harry asked Hermione with his eyes, who is this lord?

Roger put the knife on Ron's neck, pulled his hand out of Hermione's arms, and snapped his fingers at the little pot friend who was about to pee, signaling him to hand over the mouse quickly.

The little mouse saw that something was wrong, and bit the finger that was protecting his master, and Ron was about to let go of his hand, but Roger quickly pinched the little Pettigrew Peter who had been lurking for ten years.

Holding the mouse's head between his thumb and forefinger, Roger stared into its eyes and said to himself: "This is the first time I've seen a pet in the wizarding world, and it's so spiritual, and when a mouse listens to me, it will have an expression like 'what a' on its face......"

Then the boy asked Ron, "Are all the babies in the wizarding world like this, or is you the only one who has this special phenomenon?"

"And I've heard that some perverted wizards can turn into animals, and they will sneak around the little boy with red hair, and they will secretly lick the underwear of the unsuspecting master every night~"

The people in the carriage shuddered again, and little Ron stammered and retorted: "No... No, it won't... Madara lived in my house... Been staying for 10 years......"

"Yes, the lifespan of a mouse is one to three years...... Roger shook his head and thought: "Of course, you may only have a relatively long life, how about we do an experiment, if it still maintains the appearance of this rat head and rat brain after the test is completed, I will compensate you... Kindness... How about a hundred?"

"Didn't you say you wanted to eat it?" asked Harry weakly.

Roger smiled slightly: "Some things are more important than eating." ”

The smile in the eyes of Harry and his friends was full of evil and gloom.

Looking down at Peter, who was still holding on to his original state, Roger smiled happily, I will be your nightmare......

The white plank that used as a table in the carriage was torn off the body, and the rivets used to fix the planks were picked out by Roger and pressed on the board, and four strips of cloth were torn off from the saddle, one end was tied to the rivet and the other end was tied to the limbs of the mouse, and it was fixed in six limbs, and the knife that had been on the neck of its owner was now really stuck on the thin neck of the mouse, and the other hand took out the lighter and threw it to Hermione.

"Helped me dismantle it, and threw the charged gadget inside to me. ”

Hermione subconsciously took the lighter, but didn't move, she decisively understood what Aunt Elizabeth said before she got into the car, she should be celebrating at home now, right? Seeing off this cataclysm is worth celebrating for a month!

Roger hadn't gotten the electronic lighter for a long time, and when he looked back at little Hermione's hesitant face and looked into her eyes, the boy said solemnly: "Don't listen to my aunt's nonsense, I haven't blown up the school... Belch... At best, it's just a pre-bombing attempt......"

"......" Hermione: "I want to go home......"