Dumbledore looked at the parasites who couldn't make out who they were, and was silent.

"You don't still want to save them, do you?" Roger glanced at the old man with slanted eyes, "Even if they are still alive now, but seriously... Their heads are gone. ”

After a long time, Lao Deng took a deep breath and spit it out again: "I'm regretting." Hogwarts should have been locked down last night, in Cornelius Fudge's irrational state. ”

Roger smacked the taste of these words, and suddenly said: "Oh~ I understand, yesterday the fool Fudge brought his little brother over not just to help... It's mainly to show off your muscles and show your strength, to remind you who the minister is, right?"

Lao Deng didn't answer, looked at those parasites deeply, and said, "Let's go, let's go to the next place to have a look." ”

Roger shrugged his shoulders: "You're the boss, you have the final say." But I have to warn you not to get your hopes up, the chances of those people surviving are about zero. ”

Before Dumbledore could say anything, a red light suddenly appeared, piercing through a Kemira seed that wanted to pounce on the barrier, and then causing ripples through the barrier.

"Magic?" Roger looked in amazement as the red light appeared, "Is anyone really going to survive this environment?" I used to think that the Ministry of Magic was a gathering place for scrap wood..."

Dumbledore also raised his wand and walked in the direction of the spell to support the survivors who survived.

"Bang!" There was another soft sound, and Dumbledore and Roger turned their heads suddenly, this time the spell attacking from behind.

But before the old and the young could say anything, two explosions peculiar to casting spells came from the left and right.

"I have a feeling that Fudge has taken refuge with the devil and is ambushing us with his little brother?" Roger spat out, put his palm to his mouth, and yelled loudly around, "Hey, buddy, it's not the right time, but I still have to say that your accuracy is terrible!!"

However, what answered him was an emerald green magic that penetrated Old Deng's barrier and hit the boy's body without hindrance.

"Is this a requisition?" Roger scratched his pierced but intact chest, "Why doesn't it feel anything special?"

"It's not a life-requisitioning spell, it's a green glow spell. Dumbledore frowned and said, "Moreover, our 'friends' don't seem to be as friendly as we thought. ”

Roger blinked and looked in the direction of the old man's finger. The people who cast the magic weren't survivors or demonic traitors at all... Well, in a way, it's actually a demon... It's the unlucky ones whose seeds are parasitized.

After trying to break the shell of the old Deng turtle by physical means to no avail, they seemed to change their minds and raised the arm of a spiky vine, this arm had a vertical black stripe more than the other.

The parasite's arms don't seem to be very obedient, always bobbing up and down, left and right. Suddenly, a magical glow appeared at the tip of the unstable spike, and it flew diagonally upwards and exploded a small flower that was not very good-looking.

"Damn!?, and this kind of operation?" Roger involuntarily replied. This is not the case in the game, and the card who dropped the festival only made a parasitic model of the scarecrow, and the rest of the demons did not. Not to mention the chemistry that happens to this thing when it grows on a wizard.

Dumbledore, on the other hand, looked relieved.

"These are just unconsciously releasing spells, like a person with the gift of a wizard who might cast a magic spell with a few random pokes with a wand. He said, "This is the case with these parasitic people, who are unable to cast specific spells. ”

"That's more dangerous, okay..."Roger rolled his eyes, "You can't cast a specific spell, and on the other hand, isn't it possible for any magic to happen? Be careful and break your shield, and we'll have fun then. ”

As soon as the boy's words fell, there was a 'bang!' on the left, and the entire barrier shook violently, and the place where it was hit by the spell even glowed blue.

The creature grinned and chuckled dryly, "And one more thing I want to explain, my luck has never been good." ”

Perhaps Dumbledore didn't believe their luck was so bad, or that he could handle it, so he waved his hand at the boy while he looked at the strange color of the infestation on the barrier.

You must know that blue light spells are not common in the wizarding world, most of them are red, green, or colorless, and the power of this spell is obviously not small, it seems to be worth studying.

Dumbledore wasn't in a hurry, and Roger was even less in a hurry, he felt that even if he was unlucky, it was unlikely that he would encounter a magic that could kill him directly. As for parasitism? This product means that it is not necessarily who digests it when it enters the stomach.

However, observing and observing, Lao Deng did not have the intention of reaching out to touch the blue water, and I don't know if there would be any harmful residues, but it was a bit stupid to want to touch something located on the outside of the barrier inside the barrier.

Fortunately, the small number of parasites around them are not stable, and most of the magic they launch is not very powerful, and occasionally only emit a little spark, which is not enough to even light a cigarette.

Without wasting too much time on this unknown magic, Old Deng straightened up and beckoned to Roger after a little understanding, signaling that the two of them should hit the road.

The boy clasped his hands and said nothing, ready to play the role of himself and the ass all the way, but only a few steps away, he felt that the dirt under his feet seemed to become too soft, and the dirty muddy water poured up from the ground and poured into his shoes, and the ground seemed to become a mess of boiled paste.

Roger pulled his slightly sunken foot out of the ground and shook the mud from it, looking at the demons around him who were also suffering and said, "Is this a swamp spell? ”

"And that's exactly what happened," Dumbledore tugged at his long floor-mopping robes, "and if you want, try to expect them to cast a beneficial spell on you." ”

"I'll give it a try. Roger laughed, drew half of his wand and swung it at his feet, and the swamp ground in front of him suddenly appeared white frost and quickly froze.