Chapter 171 Group Fighting Conference

Replying with dead fish eyes to the dead man who started to spread the dog food for no reason, Robert asked angrily, "If you have anything to say, please tell me quickly. My next class is Potions. If you are late, don't worry, I will never do it." I will abandon you, brother."

As if thinking of Snape's cold gaze, Roger couldn't help but shudder.

"Actually, it's not a big deal." Roger scratched his head, "Isn't this the time when Harry Potter represented the Gryffindor Quidditch team? The freshmen were a little dissatisfied, even though the Boy-Who-Lived's skills It's true, but I can't stand the brats' random thoughts, and then we lost to you in Quidditch again."

"So?" Robert had a bad feeling.

"Well, they want to do something different in the annual gang fight." Roger chuckled, "They want to work with Slytherin to knock you all down!"

Robert had a question mark on his face, "What are you thinking about? Isn't it good to live?"

"Oh, young eagles, they will definitely have all kinds of strange thoughts." Roger chuckled strangely, looking completely unconcerned, "If you beat them, they will become sensible, and it will be easier to take care of them in the future."

as long as you are happy.

"If nothing else, I really want to know who changed the 'Magic Snowball Tournament' into the 'Group Fighting Conference'?" Robert was extremely depressed. "Why did you guys think of such a perfect event name and give it to changed?"

"Eh heh heh?" Roger looked in disbelief, "Is this where your focus is? Shouldn't you be worried that your junior will be beaten up?"

"This kind of thing doesn't matter." Robert waved his hand, "If you lose, just arrest all the brats who participated in the competition and serve as Professor Sprout's shit guards."

Roger was stunned for a moment, and then asked with some joy, "Scoopmaster? Professor Sprout has a pet?"

"Um..." Robert looked up, "This..."

Pets don’t have any, but there is quite a lot of feces.

Roger may have misunderstood what he meant, and he became excited, "I'm going to see Professor Sprout's pet! Where did she put it? In the greenhouse? Okay! I'll go right away!" "

After saying that, he ran away in a hurry.

As soon as Robert raised his hand, he could only put it down in embarrassment. Faced with this situation, he could only say "As long as you are happy" to mourn this guy.

"After Arithmetic Divination class is...Snape's class." Robert rubbed his neck, "Although you can go have dinner after class, the basement is really too cold..."

After thinking for a while, Robert looked at his shoes, "How about...making a pair of shoes that heat themselves?"

Making objects heat up without burning is a technical job.

If the wizards were left to do it themselves, they would probably set their shoes on fire like firewood, then run out screaming and come back with burns on their legs.

Robert experimented all the way and finally figured out that he could heat the insoles instead of the entire shoe. This allowed the floor of Hogwarts Castle to be preserved.

Even so, he left many black marks wherever he walked.

"...Mr. Filch won't kill me, right?" Robert touched his nose in embarrassment and wiped away the shoe prints he could see, preparing to clean them up after class.

At this moment, he heard a familiar voice, "Robert!"

Turning around, sure enough, it was little Hermione.

He saw her running towards him, followed by Harry and Ron. The two little wizards didn't know what they were talking about, but Robert didn't expect Ron to be able to say something that wouldn't make people angry.

Maybe it was too cold underground, and the little Loli's face turned pale from the cold, but she was in a good mood. It seemed that her mentality had been adjusted very well these days.

"Robert, are you here for Potions class too?" Hermione asked.

Robert smiled and said, "Good afternoon Hermione, I am indeed here for class."

Hermione blinked her big eyes, revealing her healthy, overly white teeth, "Thank you last time, Hannah and I became good friends, but our class schedules are different and we rarely have classes together."

As she spoke, she showed a pity expression.

"You can come to the Hufflepuff table during lunch." Robert suggested. "The twins often do this, and the professor won't particularly care. As long as they don't fight, the professor won't be angry."

"Really?" Hermione became excited, her eyes sparkling, "That's great! By the way, that's my new friend." She pointed at Harry, "Harry Potter, my God, I I can’t believe I became friends with him, he is such a legendary figure, I must tell Ginny the good news!”

"I think this is a good idea." Robert nodded, "Ginny might be jealous and want to come over and bite you."

Hermione rolled her eyes, "Ginny wouldn't do that! I want to tell her that next year she can meet her idol!"

As she said this, she smiled mischievously, "I just wonder what will happen when Ginny sees Harry?"

...She is indeed Ginny's sister-in-law in the original novel, and she is ready to trick her sister-in-law.

"What's your next class?" Robert asked curiously.

"Defense Against the Dark Arts." Hermione stamped her foot, seeming a little cold.

Robert took out his wand, and the spell fell on the little Loli's clothes and shoes. Hermione's eyes widened, "What kind of spell is this? Doesn't it feel cold all of a sudden?"

Harry and Ron in the distance saw Robert taking out his wand and tapping it on Hermione, and they ran over worriedly.

"Mr. Leslie?" Harry asked curiously, "What are you doing here?"

...Is this the difference between a top student and a bad student?

Hermione's eyes widened with excitement, "Harry, I'm not cold at all now!"

Harry's head was full of questions, and he scratched his head subconsciously. He felt that the little girl's mood was inexplicable, "You, what did you say?"

Hermione looked at Robert expectantly, "Can I learn this?"

"Uh-huh." Robert nodded, "I'll go find the twins after dinner, and I'll teach you then."

With that said, two magic spells fell on Harry and Ron.

Harry was shocked to find a warm temperature rising in his body, and Ron also looked incredulous, "Oh my God, this is much better than Hermione's hand warmer."

"Well, it shouldn't be as powerful as Hermione's little stove." Robert pointed to the candy jar that was about to fall out of Hermione's pocket, "It's about to fall out."

Hermione hurriedly stuffed the candy jar back.

"This is not a spell that can last long, but you shouldn't be cold again before dinner today." Robert waved his hand and withdrew his wand, "Then it's time for me to go to class. See you tonight, Hermione. Stay well. Listen to the class."

Hermione couldn't help but make a face at him.