Professor McGonagall and Scrimgeour could easily figure this out, and they could see the horror in each other's eyes when they looked at each other.

"This... This mysterious man... Where did you find that?" asked Professor McGonagall, a little nervous, as if she wasn't sure what to call the baby-like Voldemort.

"That's a long story... I think it's better for you to wake up Lao Deng, because I don't want to go through the trouble of repeating it to you after I've finished talking to you. Roger pointed down the stairs and said unabashedly.

"Uh... Alright, let's go down first," Professor McGonagall was stunned, and immediately agreed to Roger's approach, after all, she must report everything related to Voldemort to Dumbledore, the Headmaster.

"And this... Mystery Man... What to do?" the professor glanced at the package on the ground again, she didn't want the Dark Lord to lie in her arms, even if he was a baby and was imprisoned by magic.

Roger laughed and didn't answer.

There's no way Harry could touch Lao Fu, and there's no way Professor McGonagall could blame his students for such a dangerous object, so only Scrimgeour was the acting minister... After all, isn't this kind of unlucky moment just a gentleman to bear the consequences...

The old man looked at the faces of the others, coughed lightly, bent down with difficulty, and carefully held the package in his arms, as if it was not a baby living inside, but a time bomb that could explode at any time. In a sense, Lao Fu should be more dangerous than an explosive bomb.

The two adults who were not slow to walk briskly in front of them raised their speed to a notch at this time, and it is not an exaggeration to call it a trot.

After all, many people in the wizarding world believe that Voldemort's sudden disappearance was not death, but that he had lost his strength and was lurking, waiting for an opportunity to re-emerge.

The capture alive of the Dark Lord, who had been a source of turmoil in England's wizarding world for a long time, is not something that can be handled at will, and if handled properly, the reputation of the Ministry of Magic, which has plummeted during the year, will immediately recover, and even reach a new peak!

As Roger knows, Scrimgeour is not with the old Deng... Of course, he wasn't with Lao Fu, he was a staunch Ministry of Magician. Think about things from the Ministry of Magic's point of view.

But in any case, these people sincerely hope to be able to completely defeat Comrade Lao Fu, and there is no conflict in the ultimate goal.

Compared to the big strides of the two adults, Roger and his three little short legs really trotted behind. However, Harry's condition is still not very good, even if Voldemort has left his arms, but the scar on his forehead is still painful, and can only be half-dragged by Roger and Hermione to keep up with the speed.

"What about Blake and Snape, did they all go to the second floor?" Professor McGonagall and Scrimgeour were worried about the front of them, and Roger suddenly thought of the people who had just blocked him, and there seemed to be no one he knew.

Harry snorted uncomfortably, and Hermione interjected, "You know what Dumbledore looked like when he first came back, it scared the hell out of us... We got the professors, and Dumbledore gave you a rough idea of what you were doing, so the professors went to help suppress the fires on the edge of the Forbidden Forest before they caused uncontrollable fires..."

When Roger heard this, he was stunned. The uncontrolled fire didn't spread very quickly, and the fire was enough for the wizards who survived last night's battle to drink a pot. And there are not only fierce fires outside, but also all kinds of demons on the way.

And even if the IQ of Kemira seeds is low, there is still the instinct to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, and no one will take the initiative to make up for the fire, and Roger is expected to survive at least one-third of that number of seeds. This is still an optimistic figure that is estimated by adding a lot of seeds that may be crowded in the center and are not easy to escape.

So in any case, extinguishing the fire is also a very dangerous thing, and the wizards who have rested for a few hours will play again, and it is estimated that at this time they are all lying on the bed and standing up.

"What about the casualties, is anyone dead?" asked Roger.

"No one died, but they were all injured to a greater or lesser extent," Hermione said in a deep voice, "The Aurors who escaped last night were all badly wounded and taken to St. Mungo's Hospital." Bill was sent over with him, his left hand accidentally cut off by the demon... However, Pomfrey said that the wound can be easily brought back if it is neatly clean, but it will take a long time to recover. ”

"Professor Sprout and Mrs. Hodge (the flying professor) were some of the ones affected by the fire and were sent away, and the rest of the others were fine, but they were all exhausted. ”

Roger nodded, and then noticed that Professor McGonagall in front of her had disheveled hair, her steps were vague, and she was even a little lame when she walked, apparently not in a very good state. As for why she can still trot all the way mentally... Roger didn't think Snape's stock of potions was for use.

But after last night's fierce battle and support for the morning fire, those potions that are not easy to concoct to quickly restore energy are estimated to have been almost consumed.

Quickly walking into the small office that Dumbledore had previously made out of, Scrimgeour carefully placed Voldemort on the table, and Professor McGonagall went to fetch Deng Sr.

The old man's condition was very bad, he was brought in by Hagrid, the bags under his eyes were swollen because of lack of rest, his face was pale and he was fighting with Lao Fu, his straight waist collapsed, and he curled up on the chair to show the posture of a centenarian.

He's overdrawn too much, and the potion is not a blue bottle in the game, so you can't use it too much in a short period of time, not to mention, the fastest recovery potion is not effective as soon as you use it, and it takes time for the human body to digest and absorb, right?

The hunting ground guard also looked miserable, his hair was messy and bald, and there was a blood clot on it, probably cut off by something. His face and hands were also scarred, some were still oozing blood, and he was also careful when he straightened up after putting down Lao Deng, and Roger suspected that his ribs might have been injured as well.

Hagrid has giant blood, and potions and magic don't heal him significantly, but because of this, his physique is also suspended to the point of flying, and these injuries are at best minor and not serious.

As soon as Lao Deng Cai sat down in the chair, he looked at Roger, and his eyes behind the half-moon lenses were still sharp.