The enchanted ceiling of the Great Hall was fogged by the firelight, and the stars twinkling on a regular day and night were completely invisible, and the four tables below were filled with students who were stumbling around.

Roger finished his question, and was waiting for Harry and Ginny to give an answer, when the sound of a knife smashing into wood rang out from outside the closed wooden door.

After this muffled sound, it was like setting off a switch, and the sound of chopping wood suddenly came and went, and the "dobbling" was endless.

The wooden door of the auditorium was quite thick, and the sound was not loud and a little muffled, but the sound of such a succession still attracted the attention of the students.

"What's going on?"

"What sound?"

"What happened?"

"Someone looks like there's a knock on the door outside..."

"Sounds more like cutting down trees..."

The few little things that sat by the door and wanted to slip out before, but now they couldn't sit still, and the cat bent down and wanted to get up to the door.

"You guys give me an honest back seat, and if you still want to run away, I'll lock you up. The chubby Professor Sprout vigilantly stopped the bold bear kids, as the head of Hufflepuff House, she still had the deterrent power to speak.

And not only to maintain discipline, but also the movement outside the door made her feel vigilant, only a few professors were still outside, and there was no need to knock on the door if she came in.

If the door is too thick and heavy to open, it will be even more, this door has been magical, although it is very heavy, it doesn't take much effort to open the door.

Such unusual movements, coupled with such strange weather, made Professor Sprout very cautious. She drew her wand and walked briskly to the door, listening to the movement outside.

Hermione quietly took her wand in her hand and winked at Caroline, the old lady nodding solemnly.

Although Harry and Ginny didn't know about the demons, Hermione had already told them that monsters were likely to appear in this strange mist, so they looked at each other and turned their eyes to Roger.

"Monsters?" asked the little savior in a whisper.

"Yes, the monster siege has begun. Roger's eyes were shining: "And monsters with knives." ”

Hearing the sound of knives chopping into the wood, you knew that there were a lot of demons outside.

"Fortunately, the number of scarecrows should still be within the range of being able to win. Caroline breathed a sigh of relief that there was no fog in the auditorium, and that her hearing had not been weakened here.

"Not necessarily~" Roger snapped his hands and feet and said, "It's not just a single species of scarecrow, there are many monsters with powerful weapons over there... In other words, those who do not have claws and blades are powerful beings. ”

"But a fool who can't even pull the door, except for a brainless scarecrow like a scarecrow, the IQ of other classes won't be so low..."

As she spoke, Professor Splauder seemed to decide to open the door and take a look outside, her wand hand held to her chest and the other hand trying to push open the left half of the door.

Kindness... She tried, and there was no push...

Roger, who was sitting on the stool watching the professor's movements, was suddenly happy: "It must be a scarecrow, it is estimated that the arms and legs are stuck in the wood, and they are piled up behind the door so that Professor Sprout can't push it." ”

"You said scarecrow, scarecrow, do you know what's behind the door?" asked Ginny.

"A bunch of miscellaneous fish cannon fodder. Hermione replied, paraphrased Roger's assessment. It's better not to let them know such a lofty title as a demon.

Professor Sprout in front of the door tried twice harder, but it was obviously a futile action, and although the sound of chopping wood had stopped, the sound that lasted for so long meant that there were no few scarecrows outside the door.

This demon, created by burlap bags stuffed with demonic beetles, weighs much more than straw in a field.

"Professor, let's help you. The little guys, who had been reprimanded twice, volunteered to go over and help.

"I'll all sit in my seat and don't move!, Mr. Filch, if anyone leaves their seat casually, lock them up!" Professor Sprout commanded, lowering his arm to open the door, turning back to the caretaker sitting in the corner.

"Yes, ma'am. Filch, who had been a little drowsy, suddenly came to his senses, stood up and walked up and down the aisle between the tables, his cloudy eyes scanning the auditorium as if they had turned into searchlights, trying to catch one or two disobedient students.

Just then, the door creaked and opened a crack, followed by the crisp sound of metal hitting the ground.

"Oops, it's broken~" Roger slapped his thigh excitedly, turned directly on the stool and turned it into an aisle facing the center with his back to the dining table. His neck stretched out, and his eyes stared unblinkingly at the moving door.

"Why is the door open now? Didn't you say that the scarecrow wouldn't open the door at all?" asked Caroline, who also turned to her brother's movements.

"It's bad if it's bad in this door, there's no latch..."Roger smiled, not showing the slightest nervousness about the demons coming in, "When you poke the knife into the wood, don't you need to draw the knife with force? Now it's time for the scarecrow to put the knife away..."

Although Hermione next to her didn't know what kind of monster the scarecrow was, she also knew from the description of the siblings that there were a lot of demons outside the door, even if they were not powerful, and immediately warned Professor Sprout as soon as she was nervous.

"Professor, watch your back!" the girl shouted with her hands clasped to her lips.

In fact, she didn't need to be reminded, the door shaft of this door had not been maintained for an unknown amount of time, and the movement when it opened and closed was piercing and tooth-sore, and Professor Sprout had already noticed the sound behind him.

"Crunch... Dingding... Poof..."As the door gradually opened, the sound of metal hitting the ground began to become more frequent, and occasionally there were a few dull sounds of cloth bags falling on the ground.

The Professor warily pointed his wand out the door, trying to see what was going on outside. Large puffs of mist poured into the auditorium as if they had an outlet.

Suddenly, there was a screeching sound of knives scraping against stone bricks, and a colorful scarecrow jumped out of the thick fog outside the door like a cloud wall.

Its massive blade was attached to its legs, and it was rolling forward and leaping forward with a soft, unnatural movement, its sharp blade slicing a spark across the stone brick floor.