"Hmm...... Oh well, I got it. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" Roger nodded knowingly.

Then he stood up and shouted to all the house-elves, "Now I command you, put all the wine on the table outside!"

Not all the elves moved, some happily took out the wine, while others wept and hesitated to obey orders.

It seems like what Blake said, probably a professor told them a long time ago.

But all kinds of liquor were quickly placed on the four wooden tables outside the kitchen.

Countless butterbeers were placed on the table, mixed with various brands of whiskey, brandy, vodka.

"Drink slowly, I'll go first......" Neville saw the scene, sweating on his forehead to escape from this alcohol hell.

"Don't go, since you're here today, you can't be absent. Roger grabbed the little fat man, put him under his arm, and hugged him to the table, "You can drink it with your stomach open." ”

Neville struggled with his arms and legs, trying to break free of Roger's grip, "Wait... Wait a minute...... I never wanted to join you, and I haven't ...... yet (Adult)"

"Don't say any more!" But before he could finish speaking, the little fat man's words were interrupted by Roger loudly: "I didn't ask your age, and I didn't say your age!

As he spoke, he threw Neville onto the chair next to the table, picked up two bottles of Butterbeer, flicked the lid open with his thumb, threw his head back and drank one dry, and handed the other bottle to Harry next to him.

When the little fat man saw this posture, he cried and mourned: "I don't understand! Do you know, I'm only ten ......?"

"How can you say such a thing!" Roger stepped forward with round eyes, picked up the bottle of new wine and bounced the lid in one go, the mouth of the bottle aimed at Neville's mouth that wanted to speak, and immediately closed the gap as soon as he sent it forward.

Immediately after that, Roger's bottle was lifted slightly, and the little fat man's eyes widened, and the wine in the bottle was naturally drunk by Neville.

"Hmm...... Puff... Ahem......" Neville coughed a little, spilling wine running down the corners of his mouth.

"What are you doing! Drink a lot of ...... at once," Neville asked, waving his hand over the bottle, his face flushed.

"Listen, Neville. Roger deliberately said with a serious face: "According to my observation, you guy is very prejudiced against things... Timid and afraid, this one doesn't work, that one doesn't work... Even though I haven't drunk alcohol myself, I say it's not good for underage drinking or something-"

Neville: "...... You mean I'm not doing it right!?"

Roger looked away and pointed to the nearest beer on the table: "Anyway, you should drink this first, and then start correcting your bias from Wild Ball Punch (Strip Guessing Boxing)..."

"That said, you have to go through everything......" Harry persuaded Harry, holding the bottle.

"You're imposing an unnecessary experience on me...... "Sure enough, the wine is intimidating, Neville's resistance tonight is unusually persistent.

"Don't be stupid, there are no unnecessary experiences in this world. Roger opened a new bottle of beer and put it directly in front of the little fat man's eyes.

"You're deceived, drink a bottle and try it...... Very delicious. Harry followed Roger's example and raised the bottle to Neville's eyes.

"No, I insist on refusing. Neville stammered, "I'm not going to get into a bad habit like you two." ”

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Half an hour later......

"Drink, ah!!h

Harry had collapsed to the ground, grinning silly.

The empty bottles were piled up, and Roger was shirtless laughing, "Pretty drinkable, Neville, I've already drunk Harry, it's scary......"

"Hahahaha...... Whoever it is, don't want me to take my leggings off—" Neville shouted haughtily, and fell straight to the ground in an invincible position.

Roger chuckled, drank his wine, pointed at Neville, who was unconscious, and turned back to the house-elf, "Send him back to his bed in the bedroom, and send all the vodka and whiskey as well." ”

"And what about Mr. Bareass?" asked the original elf, who had been beside her all the time, pointing at Harry.

"Don't worry about this, I'll be useful to him. Roger got up and stretched, put on his shirt, and wrapped Harry's clothes around his lower body, tucking them directly under the squeaky nest.

Seeing that they were about to leave, the surrounding house-elves all gathered around and kept bowing to see them off.

The invisibility cloak was put on his head, and the two people disappeared in an instant, only a sentence came out of the air: "Thank you for your hospitality today, if anyone asks, say that I forced you to ......"

Sandwiched between the unresponsive Harry, Roger drove up to the fifth floor, turning a few corridors and entering an abandoned classroom.

Many tables and chairs were stacked on the walls of the room, showing a large black shadow, and an upside-down wastepaper basket was thrown by the door.

On the wall facing it, there was something that didn't seem to belong here, as if someone had put it here because there was no place to put it.

It is a very imposing mirror, high to the ceiling, with an ornate gold frame and two claw-shaped feet underneath.

Engraved on the top is a line of words: Eris Stella Ohru Aitwubi Kafru Kageton Wohes

Roger lifted his invisibility cloak and threw Harry to the dusty ground to stand alone, the cloak around Harry's waist was shaken off because of the rude movements.

The little savior lay on the cold ground, snorted uncomfortably, and then stopped moving.

Ignoring Harry, the boy walked alone to the Mirror of Eris, sat down on the floor, and stared blankly at what was shown in the mirror.

If I could, I would love to stay here until I was old.

"So—you're here again?" a voice came from behind him, and on the table by the wall, Dumbledore took shape.

Roger remained motionless, not surprised by his presence, still staring deeply into the mirror, repeating Dumbledore's words: "So-you're here again?"

Old Deng smiled and slid off the table and sat down on the floor with Roger: "Yes, the Mirror of Eris has always fascinated people......"