Roger returned to the common room with stiff limbs, Hermione and Harry hadn't come back yet, and they didn't bother to wait for them any longer, so they hurried to bed, most of the night was over, terrible!

At three o'clock the next day, Roger was woken up by Harry's rough pull on the collar of his pajamas: "And said that it wasn't you who hit it! Madam Pomfrey said that it was a soft tissue contusion injury, and it was definitely the result of physical blows!"

Roger wiped off the saliva that sprayed on his face with sleepy eyes, and reached out to push the savior's face aside: "Go, go, brush your teeth first, do you have bad breath." Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

"Nonsense, I didn't!No, don't change the subject for me!" Harry didn't eat.

It was too late to arrive at the hospital yesterday, so Madam Pomfrey let them stay there for the night, and the Savior came back after washing up.

Glancing at Harry lazily, seeing that he looked serious, he turned over and got out of bed to deal with the internal emergency: "Who told you that magic can't cause physical damage, otherwise how did that lump under my crotch fall last night?"

Harry shuddered, it was too beautiful for any male to want to think back to that scene.

In the end, the topic was diverted by Roger.

In the days that followed, everything went on as usual, except that Harry was called over by the elder Deng to ask him how he felt about facing Voldemort, and to instill the ideas of love and justice in the way.

By the time of the year-end banquet, the scores of the various houses had been calculated, and Slytherin had won first place, except for the Quidditch team without Harry that had been beaten by the houses, and the hundreds of points that Roger had been deducted also played a crucial role.

The auditorium was filled with people, and the decorations were draped in green and silver representing Slytherin, to celebrate their seventh consecutive year of winning the House Cup. On the wall behind the guest of honor stood a large banner depicting Slytherin snakes.

"Another year has passed!" said Dumbledore, standing up gleefully, "before I can indulge in these delicacies, I must trouble you to listen to an old man's cliché." First of all, we have to come to the Academy Cup award ceremony......"

The Slytherin table erupted in thunderous cheers and stompings.

To be honest, when I saw this scene in the movie, Roger was still on Malfoy's side, and Old Deng added so many points to Gryffindor partially, and Slytherin was completely tricked.

However, at present, due to various reasons, the score of the Lion House is only in the early hundreds, and no matter how much Dumbledore is towards Gryffindor, he will not be able to add more than 300 points to surpass the Snake House.

Slytherin got his wish.

But maybe the report card is the compensation sent by the old Deng, Hermione is naturally the first in the whole grade, and even Harry's score is quite high.

Even Roger's Potions class was passing, and he didn't believe Snape could find a few correct answers from a pile of grass coral lozenges and Yunnan Baiyao Band-Aids.

He had planned to go to Snape's private collection if he failed Potions class, but it didn't seem necessary for the time being.

With the distribution of the report card, the holiday notice was also sent to each student, warning them not to use magic during the holidays.

Emptying the closet and arranging the suitcases, Hagrid led them to the train station in a carriage pulled by Thestrals.

When he sent Hermione and Harry back on Christmas, he had seen the amazing animal Thestrals.

Characteristics that can only be seen by those who witnessed death directly have given this docile species a bad reputation.

The Forbidden Forest at Hogwarts is home to the largest known concentration of Thestrals.

Now, they're on the Hogwarts Express, laughing and laughing all the way, watching the countryside grow greener and cleaner outside their windows.

The train passed through ordinary towns and finally stopped at Platform Nine and Three-Quarters at King's Cross Station.

It took them all a long time to get out of the platform, and a shriveled old guard stood guard at the ticket gate, allowing only two or three people to pass at a time, lest a large group of people jump out of the wall at the same time and attract the attention of ordinary people.

Blake waited outside the platform early, and when he saw Harry give him a big hug, he proudly complimented, "Good job!"

Then he nodded to Roger and Hermione, "You too...... You have to come to my place for the summer holidays, but now I'll have to take Harry first, and I've agreed with his aunt and uncle that we'll move out of their house today......"

Hearing this, Blake must have been to Aunt Harry's house, and with his temperament, Dudley and Vernon must have suffered a little.

Saying goodbye to Blake and Harry, they saw Hermione's father standing next to the car with short brown hair waving at them.

As they walked over, Mr. Granger helped put the trunk in the trunk, patted Roger on the shoulder, and said, "Okay, young man, you've grown a lot...... Your aunt and your uncle are still in Rochester's harbor, so I'll pull you back by the way. ”

Roger wiped his sweat: "Do they still have time at home? Why are they all busy as soon as I come back, could it be that they are avoiding me......

Mr. Granger felt that he could not answer this, and he had learned a little bit of Roger's style from the letters Hermione had written to him, and it was completely understandable that his aunt had gone out to hide quietly.

Fortunately, his daughter was obedient, sensible and well-behaved, and if Hermione had a crazy personality like Roger, Mr. Granger believed that sooner or later he would kill this bear child of the whole family.

Hermione sat in the passenger seat, chatting with her father about interesting things unique to school and the wizarding world, and Mr. Granger's eyes lit up, apparently looking for inspiration.

The car stopped at No. 7 Tulip Road, and less than a hundred miles away was Roger's house, a two-story mansion that was originally a museum.

Declining Mr. Granger's invitation to come in and sit down for a while, Roger pulled his suitcase and pulled out the key to open the door.

"Drink, drink, drink!drink!drink!" A large group of black and white muscular men formed in a bare circle, near the innermost of a tall black man with dreadlocks, pouring a bottle of wine into a white funnel attached to a hose.

The slight sound of the door opening did not alarm the group at all.

Roger looked confused, did he open the door to another world?

The door was closed, and no trace of the deafening shouts came out.

The boy looked carefully at his house number, lifted Pandora out of the box, and rushed at the group of muscular brothers, and knew by looking at it that it was not a good stubble.

“Yeeeeeeeeeah！！！”

"Out !!"

The muscular brothers raised their arms and shouted, and a white strong man was stripped of only a pair of panties and thrown out of the circle.

Roger saw that there were several "white chickens" piled up in the corner of the living room.

Apparently, he has been in his own house for a short time.