"Good ~ really obedient ~ " Roger hehe, and said: "Then my safety will be left to you, after all, it must be the responsibility of the Aurors to protect the safety of a 'child' surrounded by countless demons, right?"

As he spoke, he picked up the goods and revoked the super powerful iron armor spell that was between the two battlefields, and the demons who had been blocked for a long time immediately swarmed up, rushing towards the one who was closer to them in a chaotic manner.

Roger unhurriedly carried the box, ignoring the countless demons behind him, and advanced towards the castle unhurriedly.

The Aurors guarding the door struck again, and countless magic bolts were launched one after another, knocking out the demons that were attacking the boy one by one.

Whether they like it or not, they have to do it, and the guy named Scrimgeour is the Aurors' top boss at first glance, and since he has also spoken, then even if Roger really has a problem, the Aurors will treat this thing as an ordinary boy at this time...

Cultivating the obedience of violent institutions is a point that any organization should focus on, after all, no one wants their large army to defect or flee at a critical moment, so even if the bearded man has a stomach full of dissatisfaction and disbelief, he can only obey orders at this time.

What's more, protecting children is an obligatory thing, and it has nothing to do with the profession of Aurors.

When he walked past the bearded man, Roger didn't try to teach these Aurors a lesson that he would never forget, and now in times of crisis, everyone is a valuable fighting force. As long as this thing dares to die, without the Aurors fighting back, Professor McGonagall will have to hang him up and beat him first.

Besides, is Roger such an ignorant person? How can someone refuse such a good thing as resisting harm in front of him?

He walked into the foyer, and the man who seemed to be the head of the Auror immediately asked, "How is the Great Demon? Is it still alive?

Roger glanced at him and didn't speak, 'Which green onion are you?' meant nothing to say.

Professor McGonagall pursed her lips helplessly, stepped forward and said, "Be polite... This is the head of the Auror Office, Mr. Scrimgeur, who also holds the position of Acting Minister. ”

When mentioning the Auror office, Roger remembered this old man who looked vigorous and resolute, a trick in the later part of the original book, the new Minister of Magic after Fudge was deposed, but he received a bento after a few appearances.

"Oh," the boy nodded blandly, then perked up, "You mean that Fudge was deposed?"

The corners of Scrimgeour's mouth twitched unnaturally a few times, and he nodded a little subtly: "But I haven't left yet, there are some things that need to be handed over after the troubles here are solved..."

Slandering the incoming Minister in front of the incoming Minister of Magic made the lion-like man feel as if he had been implicated in the stumbling of a fool.

"Roger!" Professor McGonagall glared at the thing solemnly, even if it didn't work, but it had to be taken care of, after all, it was a teacher's duty.

"Let's go, let's go back to the common room first," Professor McGonagall added, after a pause, with an unrelieved expression, "and then you tell us what happened after that." ”

"Okay, but do you still have lunch? I ate some cakes in the morning, and I always felt that if I didn't make up for it, it wouldn't grow long. Roger nodded and said casually.

Is there a necessary relationship between the height of a person and the amount of food, which is determined by genes? This product eats so much every day and doesn't grow a lot of money, you must know that since he entered the school, the cost of eating school food has increased dramatically, at least a few percentage points higher than in previous years.

Professor McGonagall was silent for several seconds, and finally sighed, "Yes, ......" saw that Roger was about to speak again, and immediately added, "And it's full." ”

Roger grinned and stopped talking.

"No matter how much you eat, it's useless, it's a waste of food. The problem of size is still dead to this heart. Harry, who had been on his way back with Professor McGonagall and Scrimgeart, stood aside and said maliciously.

When Roger didn't come back, he and Hermione were still worried about his safety, but now when they saw this thing alive, they were immediately relieved, and their mentality changed back to their usual mutual fear mode.

"You come with me, don't make trouble here, it's enough to leave it to the Auror elites of the Ministry of Magic. Before Roger could speak, Professor McGonagall's serious face turned to the little savior.

Seeing that the momentum was not good, Hermione, who was standing next to Roger, immediately quietly retreated a few steps.

"And you, Miss Granger," the professor sensed the girl's movements, "and you're messing around with him, too." Didn't I tell you to stay in the break room?"

Harry opened his mouth to say something rebuttal, but Roger didn't have to listen to him to know that he was going to say things like 'Hogwarts is my school, I'm going to do my part' or 'I can take care of myself, I'm not too young!' to make him look even more immature.

Hermione was keenly aware of the little savior's intentions, and quietly kicked him back with the unspoken words. As long as she didn't answer, there were so many more important things for her to deal with, and Professor McGonagall didn't care about them right away.

Professor McGonagall, who had not been rejected, stopped talking and led the three bear children to the basement level. Acting Minister Scrimgeour came along, and the Aurors he had brought with him were enough to handle the situation.

"Is the Archdemon Dumbledore mentioned alive, and how did you come back from outside and see what's going on outside?" asked the Acting Minister again, this kind of thing he needed to care about.

"I was killed, but I didn't do it, it was the hand of a 'kind' young man. Roger tilted his head and glanced at him, and said casually: "As for the situation of those miscellaneous fish outside, there is no problem, you don't have to take it to heart at all." ”

Yes, the Silver Knight, the Thunder Beast, the Ice Blade, the Scale Blade, the Sword Wing, the Flame Dog, Faust, the Strike Demon Soldier, and other demons are all miscellaneous fish. What is a monster other than a boss that is not a trash fish?

It's all mobs! Miscellaneous fish! Cannon fodder! Roger definitely didn't bluff him, let alone deliberately conceal it because he was blocked at the door by his men and couldn't get in! Yes, that's what happened!

"Kind young man?" Scrimgeour asked, frowning, "Anyone else wandering outside?"

"I mean, Dumbledore came back tired and unsteady, but you were able to come back unscathed," Mr. Acting Minister didn't say anything more, but Harry believed Roger's words first, "He also helped cross the entire demonic encirclement from the edge of the Forbidden Forest, right?"

Roger rubbed his nose and stared at the little savior, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly: "Do you feel that you are particularly fond of death today?"

"Ah, is there one?" said Harry, scratching his head unconsciously.

"Hehe..."Roger switched Pandora to his right hand, and with a wave of his left hand, he threw the infant comrade Fu over.

Caught off guard, Harry subconsciously took the rather strange-looking package, and immediately after that, he felt the sharp pain of his scar. Harry dared to pack the ticket, it was a sharp pain he had never felt in his life.

He fell to his knees as soon as his legs bent, the package in his arms slipped and fell to the ground, and he covered his face with his hands, and hissed in pain.

The sudden change startled the people around him, and Professor McGonagall immediately crouched down, put her hand on Harry's trembling shoulder, and asked with concern, "What's wrong with you, Harry? Look at me, Harry!"

But the little savior didn't care about what the professor said at this time, and the scar on his forehead seemed to split his entire skull.

Hermione, who was walking beside Roger, heard the conversation between them clearly and completely, poked Roger's back hard, and whispered: "Hey, just play with him a little, it's a bit too much to stop again." ”

"Since it is my own choice to die, I must have the consciousness of taking responsibility with tears. Roger crossed his arms and looked at Harry, who was on his knees and moaning in pain, "Besides, he has nothing to do with this virtue, it's a fucking masterpiece." ”

Don't say that Hermione doesn't believe this, even Acting Minister Scrimgeur, who is not familiar with this goods, doesn't believe it!

The scar hurt so much that Harry felt a little nauseous and wanted to vomit, and then the pain subsided, and he slowly opened his eyes to see a pair of scarlet snake eyes staring at him coldly.

The package wrapped in the old man was falling in front of him, and his pale, snake-like face was exposed, and although he had fainted from the sins he had suffered along the way, he had been awakened by the pain of contact with Harry.

"Voldemort!" Harry blurted out the moment his eyes met.

As soon as the name that could not be mentioned was mentioned, Professor McGonagall's expression changed unnaturally, but Scrimgeour only furrowed his thick eyebrows slightly.

But then, Professor McGonagall, crouching behind Harry, also saw the face of the overturned package on the ground...

"Ahh

"Stand back!!" the professor screamed, not forgetting Hermione and Roger.

The Acting Minister's eyebrows furrowed even more when he saw Professor McGonagall's gesture, and he drew his wand from his robe, slowly approaching Harry's direction.

Professor McGonagall didn't stop Scrimgeau, just stared at the old man in the package, his wand pointed at him, not daring to move away a little.

Mr. Minister walked up to the professor, and when he saw the contents of the package, his face changed suddenly, and his wand immediately pointed at Voldemort in infant form, not daring to move.

Smacking his lips, Roger suddenly found that Lao Fu was a bit outrageous in deterring people who were older in the wizarding world, and he really didn't know how many immoral things he did at that time to accumulate such a big prestige.

After being vigilant for a long time, Professor McGonagall and Scrimgeour suddenly realized that something seemed to be quite wrong with the Dark Lord's state... Not to mention the size, having that distinctive noseless face is enough to deter people...

It seems that he can't do anything other than blink? It's a petrification spell? And the rope tied to the outside of the package should be a confinement spell...

Is this a prank, turning some critter into Voldemort's appearance to scare people? Professor McGonagall thinks this is very much in line with Roger's character...

Seeing the two adults change their faces at the big-headed doll, Roger stepped forward to lift the blanket wrapped around Voldemort again and explain, but Scrimgeour was startled and immediately pointed his wand at him.

"What are you doing!?" Professor McGonagall said, shocked.

"What is this?Where did it come from!?What did you bring it to Hogwarts for??" asked the Acting Minister in a deep voice. Although his movements were intense, he remained calm in his words.

"Didn't they all recognize him when he came back, he's Voldemort," Roger said, spreading his hands at Scrimgeoieur, "As for where he came from... That's a long story. ”

Hearing him admit that the package contained the Dark Lord, who had made the entire wizarding world of England tremble more than a decade ago, Professor McGonagall's free hand gripped her in front tightly, trying to calm her worried voice.

"Roger, this is not a joke," she said earnestly, "If you admit your mistakes now, if I know in a moment that you are playing tricks on us, I will definitely make you remember your school life from now on..."

However, when it comes to the back, there is a bit of gnashing of teeth in it.

Roger was immediately happy, and he thought he was bluffing... But this can be regarded as the evil result accumulated on weekdays, the more he tells the truth now, the less people believe it...

"Professor, you should know very well how good my Transfiguration technique is," Roger said, "The complex Transfiguration of the human body is not necessarily something that can be mastered in the sixth grade, although I am good at Transfiguration, but I am still far from this step..."

Hearing this, Professor McGonagall nodded involuntarily, not daring to say anything else, she dared to say everything about the potential of each student in her subject. Although Roger has a talent for transfiguration, he can't do it at all.

The character of the dead makes this thing unbeatable in terms of talent for magic spells, and as for other aspects... Genius?

"As for the other way to deform the human body, the only one is the compound decoction......" Roger pointed to the package on the ground and said no more.

In order to completely transform a person into another person, a polyjuice decoction requires something in the person you want to become, in addition to the potion.

In other words, even if the baby Voldemort in this package is a counterfeit product, there must be a real big-headed doll itself.