Roger walked out of Lupin's office with a large package in one hand and Pandora in the other, pouting and trying to close the door. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

But the door shaft seems to have a problem, and it can't be closed when there is a large seam.

Roger smiled and took a few steps forward, and the door slowly opened on its own.

"You should fix it," the boy said to the professor in the office, and walked towards the dormitory without looking back, holding his things in his hands.

His maverick dress caused the students in the corridor to stop and watch, which would inevitably be photographed as a hot spot if it was put in modern times.

Walking unhurriedly until he reached the corner of the stairs where there was no one, Roger stopped without warning, turned around and said, "Okay, come out... It's not boring to wear that thing all the time..."

There was nothing behind the boy except the stairs, and it seemed as if he had suddenly fallen ill and was talking to himself.

"Sensei is hiding, Harry... The moment you block the door with your foot are exposed, your travel shoes are exposed. Roger turned around and said towards the air.

Head after foot, Harry and Hermione abruptly appeared on the stairs, the corner of the invisibility cloak that glowed silver like liquid in his hands.

"Probably because of the door...?" said the little savior, while folding his invisibility clothes, "It should be safer to block it with your hands, but it hurts too much to get your fingers pinched..."

Hermione brushed her cloak hair with her hand and said helplessly, "He's just lying to you... He didn't even look back when you blocked the door. ”

"Oh... All right. Harry scratched the corners of his mouth and didn't speak again.

Roger laughed and began to walk up again, with two friends following him.

"When did you find me?" the boy asked.

"At the gate of the castle, we were behind Madam Pomfrey. Hermione said.

As the girl spoke, she was still reaching for her unkempt hair, but it didn't seem to have much effect, and the shaggy hair didn't improve in the slightest.

"As soon as Professor Lupin left, we went back to the dorm to get the cloak... But he was seen walking in the hallway at the entrance to the common room," Harry volunteered to act as a commentator, "We hid in an empty classroom and waited for him to come out of it for a long time. Later, we heard him ask the fat lady if you came out of it..."

"At the time, Hermione and I thought you had taken my invisibility cloak and snuck away... I went to the dormitory to look for this with the idea of what to do," Harry gestured with the invisibility cloak in his hand, and continued, "I didn't expect you to take it... We didn't know how you disappeared... Seriously, if it weren't for the explosion in the Forbidden Forest, it would have taken a lot of effort for the professors to find you..."

"In order to save trouble, I jumped directly off the building. Roger explained.

"It's your style," the little savior nodded, "and then Hermione and I ran downstairs in our cloaks, and just as we saw Dumbledore walking in the direction of the Forbidden Forest, we decided to wait for you at the gate of the castle with the professors... You'll know the rest, there's not much more to say.

Now Harry's words have begun to reveal absolute trust in the strength of old Deng, after all, he is recognized as the greatest wizard of our time, if it were Snape to find him, the little savior would have to follow him secretly.

"It's a good thing you didn't follow," Roger turned to the little savior and smiled grimly, "Otherwise, maybe you would all die at my hands this time..."

Hermione stopped arranging her hair and asked, "What did you do in the Forbidden Forest?"

"Get rid of pests. Roger's explanation was concise and to the point.

The girl was obviously not satisfied with this vague answer, and asked with a frown, "Didn't the headmaster say that he killed the eight-eyed giant spider?"

Roger grinned at her with interest, "He didn't say that..."

"So you...?"

"It's inevitable that old people will have weak legs," said the boy, shrugging his shoulders and pointing to the strip of cloth on his body, "by the time Dumbledore arrives, it will be over, otherwise my new robe would not have become this virtue." ”

Harry glanced at Roger's half-pulled ass as he walked in front of him, pouted and asked curiously, "I'm more concerned about what that Boggart has become than that... It's the first time I've seen you with that expression. ”

"Spiders~ Why else would I go to the Forbidden Forest to kill them?" Roger said nonsense, this question was too abrasive to explain, and he didn't bother to say it.

"Idle eggs hurt?" said the little savior quite understandingly, "and I saw that when you were in the classroom, Boggart was turned into a glass plate..."

"You know what it is, so you still ask about yarn?" Roger glanced at Harry with extreme disdain, "Don't you see that I'm making excuses to prevaricate you?"

"......," Harry froze. This thing is very damn and discriminatory, and Hermione has never been so scolded when she asks him.

Wait, the little savior will come back with revenge when he has the chance.

Hermione, on the contrary, glanced at Roger with some apprehension, and there was some unclear meaning in her tone: "You don't have to bury everything in your heart, we're good friends, aren't we? ”

Roger blinked a little inexplicably: "Well... What is there to say?"

"The three of us have been together for so long, and even I'm your neighbor, but you know what? We only know about you what you want us to know," the girl said sincerely, "Just like this time, I can tell that you are really afraid... There's no need to bear it yourself, it's better to say it. ”

Roger smacked his lips: "You think too much... I don't say it's because I'm too lazy to say it, it's too cumbersome to explain..."

Hermione gave the boy a deep look and said nothing more.

A person who has nothing to say has to find something to say, and when he is too lazy to speak? Isn't this also a kind of prevarication?

"But don't worry, when I need psychotherapy, you'll be the first thing that comes to mind. Roger nodded affirmatively at the girl, and then seemed to suddenly remember that there was another Harry Potter next to him: "Oh... And the wonderful gas bucket - Harry~ how can I forget you?"

"If you don't talk to yourself, you will give people that nickname with unknown meaning!!!" The little savior's forehead was bruised, and he complained loudly: "Also, if you say this, it means that you have forgotten me!"