Chapter 77 Dungeon Daily
"Yes, they are born Animagus. But as they grow older, they will one day lose their emotions and reason and degenerate into real beasts." Rogge pointed to the bag and said what he had just shouted to Hermione. reason.
"There is a viper in the bag. It turns out to be a blood orc."
"I...can I see it?" Hermione was very curious.
"No!" Rogge shook his head and sternly refused, "It's very dangerous, Hermione! Even the troll we encounter may not be its opponent."
Hermione covered her mouth in surprise and stared at the old bag. If it had been opened just now, he might have been killed.
"If it's so dangerous, why take it to school?"
"Hmm~ In fact, some people say that Hogwarts is safer than Gringotts, although I was almost smashed into a meat pie by a troll on Halloween." Rogge patted the bag and complained.
"I need the professor's help and want to try to solve the blood curse." Rogge's sincere eyes moved Hermione, and she nodded and stopped asking about the magic book in the box.
On the rough dirt road, several carriages pulled by Thestrals parked there from time to time. They carried students and staggered forward.
"Roger, what are you looking at?" Hermione looked forward curiously. There was nothing there and nothing special.
"Thestrals, you can see them only after you have witnessed death." Rogge had a complicated expression on his face, and the figure of thestrals was reflected in his pupils.
Thestrals have big black heads and thin but huge and powerful wings like bats. The whole body is wrapped in a curtain-like black shadow, like condensed death. If you look carefully, you can see that there are still faint blue eyes on the skull-shaped face.
"What a terrifying creature." After hearing Rogge's description, Hermione subconsciously crossed her arms. She was glad that she couldn't see it, and felt sorry for Roger.
"They were born in the shadow of death and possess the mysterious power from death." Rogge stared at them, admiring the uncanny workmanship of the magical world.
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The first day of school was painful and happy. Elena had already transferred to another school and returned to Moscow, leaving only a farewell letter. The letter said that the school was called Kodos Doris Magic. Before he could finish his sentiments, he was called to the classroom by Professor Snape.
After several months of study, Roger's title to Snape changed from dean to teacher. Snape had a sullen face, neither refusing nor accepting.
The sunshine in March lasted a little longer than before, but Snape still had a gloomy face, as if the world owed him a wife. He never mentioned the Christmas gift, and it seemed that he had not received the cloak that Roger gave him.
He still has long oily hair and is dressed in a black robe. His eyes were so cold that people dared not look directly into them.
He stood in the afterglow of the setting sun and told Rogge to suspend the submission of potion homework. Rogge raised the corners of his mouth, thinking that his conscience had discovered it.
Just as a smile bloomed on his face, Snape said coldly: "I will randomly check the previous potions at any time, and they will be brewed in front of me."
This was completely different from the situation in class, and Snape's requirements could no longer be described as harsh. He asks questions at any time, and if he makes any mistakes in his answers, he will ask you to stop and cook again.
In the end, he would scold him for a whole hour for any imperfections such as the placement of the test tubes, the remaining water droplets in the crucible.
"Hey! I finally got through this week." Rogge dragged his tired body out of the dungeon, feeling as if he had been released from prison.
"Damn Snape, wait!" He walked into the library with his textbook under his arm, and met Mrs. Pince's anti-thief eyes again.
"I don't believe I can't be a Yue Lao!" Rogge kept muttering, not knowing how they would be as pen pals.
Sitting in his old seat, Roger took out a thick error log. Bai Xian Pharmacy finally passed the assessment. He exhaled and signed his name under the hand-drawn pharmaceutical diagram without any burden.
"I really want to reward myself!" Rogge stood up in front of everyone in the library, and then sat back down in despair.
"There's nothing to do!" Rogge gave a wry smile. Hogwarts has no game consoles or karaoke bars. Apart from gobstones and flying broomsticks, there are only pranks.
"Hey, let's find a way to make money." Roger dug out the design plan sent by Andrew and wrote down his opinions for them to continue improving.
"Well, what's wrong?" Roger saw the unhappy Hermione and helped her take the book.
"It's okay." Hermione pouted, sitting aside and refusing to say more.
When he saw Harry and Ron at the door, he couldn't help but sigh: "Hey, what a rare visitor!"
Under the watchful eye of Mrs. Pince, the two of them carefully held the book and placed it on the table. Although I was sitting next door, I obviously had no intention of saying hello.
"As long as you can dance well with a hoe, there is no corner that cannot be dug. Netizens will not deceive me!" The smile on Rogge's face always makes people feel a bit treacherous.
"Harry, Nicolas Flamel was not found in this book either." Weasley scratched his head in distress. Ever since Hagrid accidentally let it slip, they had been looking for clues in various materials.
No matter the wizard books published in recent years or the history of modern magic, there is no wizard named Nicoléme.
"I'm pretty sure I've heard of him." Harry closed the book and said confused, "But I just can't remember where I heard it."
"How about we ask Hermione?" Harry suggested in a low voice. Ron wrinkled his nose and nodded after hesitating for a long time.
"Go ahead." He offended Hermione so much that he didn't want to bring trouble on himself.
"Hermione, can I sit here?" Harry walked over and saw Hermione nodding and sat down quickly.
Looking at Roger beside him, Harry looked very hesitant. Rogue was close to Snape, and revealing information to him was equivalent to telling Snape.
"I suddenly remembered that I still have experiments to do, Hermione, see you tomorrow." Roger smiled friendly and sighed in his heart: Harry, you might as well ask me directly.
"Roger..." Seeing that he was not angry, Hermione whispered: "See you tomorrow."
Harry turned his head to make sure Rogge had left, and then said carefully: "Hermione, do you know Nicolas Flamel?"
Hermione put down her copy of "The Major Discoveries of Modern Magic" and blurted out: "Manstein."
"Who is Manstein?" Harry looked at her excitedly. Hermione indeed knew this person.
"No, it's not Manstein!" Hermione shook her head, remembering that Rogge had confused the two: "It's Nicolas Flamel."
"Hermione, you've got me confused." Harry was confused. Who was the Manstein that Hermione was talking about?
"Do you have any drawings?"
"Pictures?" Harry was even more confused. What does Nicolas Flamel have to do with pictures?
"A picture of Dumbledore."
"Oh, wait a minute, Ron is there." Harry waved him over quickly.
"Hmph." Hermione snorted lightly without objecting.
Ron sat down next to Harry with a stiff face and found Dumbledore's picture from his pocket.
"Look here." Hermione pointed to one of the lines, which read Dumbledore's deeds: He was very effective in alchemy with his partner Nicolas Flamel...
"So it's here!" Harry suddenly realized, no wonder he always felt so familiar.
"Quiet in the library!" Mrs. Pince scolded, and Harry quickly lowered his voice.
"Hermione, is there any book introducing him?" he asked eagerly, feeling that he was getting closer to the truth.
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On the other side, Roger was resting on the sofa in the Room of Requirement. It's hard to say about other places, but at least it won't be monitored here.
"Let me think about it." He frowned, so busy that he forgot about Harry.
"The second semester of first grade...Hagrid raised a dragon, Harry was caught breaking curfew, and then came the Forbidden Forest and unicorns..."
"Okay, wait for me here!" Roger jumped up suddenly. If he hadn't suddenly heard Nico Flamel's name, he would have completely forgotten that there was no confinement in the last school year.
Rogge touched the wand. Although Voldemort only had an incomplete soul left, Professor Quirrell was a serious wizard. He spent all day with the little wizard and couldn't figure out his own strength. Suddenly having to fight an adult wizard, I felt a little unsure.
Rogge quickly consumed his magic power to start the simulation:
【1】You talk to Snape about the confinement, and Snape asks you to go back and wait for news;
【2】After a while, you receive a confinement note: Meet at the gate at 11pm;
[3] Hagrid assigns you to another group, and you encounter Professor Quirrell who is chasing the unicorn in the Forbidden Forest;
【4】Your vigilance paid off and you blocked Professor Quirrell’s spell in time;
【5】The cold arrow shot by the centaur was redirected by Quirrell, and you were accidentally injured;
【6】Hagrid saved you, and you missed the Sorcerer's Stone and the Academy Cup in the hospital bed.
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"Stop the simulation!" Rogge yelled in his heart, "What the hell? Is the sex scene finished?"
