The round-faced little fat man clutched his pet toad, who thought about escaping from prison every day, and stumbled down the muddy road in the direction of the carriage. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Yo~ Isn't this Neville? Running to lose weight on a rainy day? It's hard enough~" Roger leaned against the back of the carriage door, crossing Erlang's legs and talking leisurely.

Hermione and Harry pushed the cool-skinned creature aside, and one of them reached out and grabbed Neville's arm, pulling him into the carriage with all his might.

"Thank you... Whew... I thought I was going to run to school... Whew... I didn't expect to catch up..."The little fat man gasped heavily with his mouth wide open, and sat down across from Roger, wet.

Hermione pulled out her wand and kindly cast a drying spell on Neville, then asked, "Why did you come so late?" ”

Neville thanked the girl again, and then raised the toad in his hand, "Levy has gone to another carriage, and I've wasted a little time trying to find it." ”

"That's because you haven't eaten toad porridge, otherwise, you wouldn't have to look for this 'little naughty' since the year before~" Roger stared at the toad in the little fat man's hand and licked his lips.

Although the toad's legs are not a little fishy compared to the frog's, this toad porridge is amazingly delicious, and it is an alternative delicacy.

Neville vigilantly took the toad into his arms.

The carriage rolled forward, and in front of it was a pair of magnificent cast-iron gates, flanked by many stone pillars, with winged boars at the top, and many corner towers and towers gradually approaching them.

Finally, the carriage staggered to a halt, and the four got out of it.

The torches were brightly lit in the antechamber, the door to the right of the auditorium was open, and as the crowd walked up the steps, a voice shouted, "Granger!

Hermione looked in surprise at Professor McGonagall, the head of Gryffindor, greeting her across the crowd.

The girl shoved the cat in her arms to Roger and squeezed through the crowd towards Professor McGonagall.

"Say, what did Professor McGonagall do with her alone?" asked Harry at Roger.

"The timetable... She had twelve classes to take, and there were conflicting schedules. Roger replied casually, pinching the reserve to make it reach Crookshank.

Looking at the ravaged and writhing big cat, Harry reached out and took it: "I'll hold this one..."

As the crowd walked slowly into the auditorium, the magical transparent ceiling overhead was dark and dark, but hundreds of candles floating in mid-air illuminated people's faces.

When Hermione returned, she sat down in the seat that Roger had reserved for her.

Roger glanced at the girl and keenly noticed the delicate gold chain in the girl's collar.

At this time, the principal stood up and began the opening speech of each semester, and the whole auditorium fell silent.

"Welcome!" Professor Dumbledore said, his beard shining with the light of the candles, welcome to Hogwarts for the new school year! The first was Professor Lupin, who readily agreed to fill the void in the Defence Against the Dark Arts course. ”

Except for Harry's vigorous slap, there were only some sporadic and not very enthusiastic applause in the auditorium, which seemed to be a face-watching society compared to Lockhart, who had already been hung up last year.

Professor Snape stared at Lupin along the faculty's long table. There was a distorted expression on the thin, grayish face that was more than annoyance, that was abhorrence.

Roger knew this expression all too well, having been bullied by Harry's father and his godfather for seven years, and that disgust had become ingrained in Snape's bones.

Hate House and Wu, the other two members of the Marauder Four, will definitely not get his good face... Of course, Harry at some point.

"As for the second teacher we appointed," after the not-so-enthusiastic applause given to Professor Lupin had subsided. Dumbledore continued, "Well, I'm sorry to tell you that Professor Keitel Byrne, our teacher in the Conservation of Magical Creatures class, retired at the end of last year to have more time with his remaining naughty ones. However, I am happy to say that it was none other than Rubeus Hagrid, who had agreed to serve as a teacher in addition to his duties as a warden of the hunting grounds. ”

Harry and Hermione stared at each other and froze.

Roger looked at Hagrid with his face on his back, only to see him glaring at his big hands, his full beard and messy hair, showing the fierceness of a half-giant.

?? Harry and Hermione were the last to stop clapping. When Professor Dumbledore began to speak again, Hagrid was wiping his eyes with a tablecloth.

"Well, I think the important business is said and done," Dumbledore said, "Let's start eating." ”

The golden plates and goblets in front of them were suddenly filled with food and drink, and the auditorium echoed with laughter and the clashing of knives and forks.

But Hermione felt that her surroundings were a little too quiet, and that someone who couldn't stop munching was silent today.

She poked Roger, who was visibly pensive, next to her, and asked, "What do you think?

"I'm thinking about a little problem," the boy said with some slurred words as he ate.

"What's the problem?" the girl immediately became vigilant.

"As to whether the establishment of an illegal organization while at school would cause Dumbledore to be wary. Roger picked up a piece of pie and stuffed it into his mouth.

Hermione, Harry, Ginny, Neville, and a few other classmates who were sitting close to him stopped eating.

Harry slowly and cautiously put down his knife and fork, and asked tentatively, "It depends on what you say is illegal... To what extent..."

Roger glanced at a few people and was happy: "Let me put it another way, a for-profit extracurricular cram school... How about that?"

The friends breathed a sigh of relief, the name didn't sound so destructive.

"Why do I think you're planning to harm this year's first-year students...?" Harry looked malicious as he speculated about Roger's true intentions.

Neville, who didn't know his roommate that well, sat down next to Harry and joined the conversation: "Sounds like he's going to start class... What are you going to teach? Transfiguration or Charms?"

In the second half of the sentence, the little fat man was asking Roger.

Roger's hands-on of spells is not a star and a half of them, which is obvious in the classroom.