Roger reached out and pulled out the chandelier stand on his head, and unsurprisingly several strands of blood flew out, and the shattered glass ballast on his face and neck had been squeezed out by the healing muscles. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Hermione, you take Mr. and Mrs. Granger down first, Carolyn, you follow, leave it to me here. He waved at the two girls to make them quicker.

Hermione and Caroline knew Roger's methods, and they didn't say anything about it, and they helped one out of the study neatly--- and Granger and his wife were already frightened by the boy's movements.

Horror writers have to be scared when they see corpses, no... What's more, Roger's explosive bloody action?

And the group of dwarves on the floor didn't seem to have any intention of letting Hermione and the others go, and divided a team of centaurs to chase them out.

Roger slammed the door to his study shut.

Although underage wizards are not allowed to cast spells outside of school until they are seventeen years old, the Ministry of Magic also stipulates that wizards are allowed to use magic if their lives or those of other wizards or ordinary people present at the same time are threatened.

In this case, I guess my life is threatened... After all, Hermione used magic, and if she didn't use it with her, it didn't seem urgent enough...

The door closed, and the little toys that were originally going to chase turned their heads 180 degrees to look at the only human left in the room, and raised the mini murder weapon in their hands with a click.

The dwarves swarmed up, and the other dwarves shook the bookshelves in a vain attempt to knock down the logs and crush Roger underneath.

Roger scratched his stomach lazily, he couldn't raise much energy in the face of these gadgets, and with a few waves of his wand at will, the pottery dwarves exploded one after another.

Fragments of corpses were scattered all over the ground, and the boy took a tasteless sip: "...... Litter. ”

He couldn't think of any other words to describe these scum who could only kill people by surprise.

But the matter did not end so simply, the fragments on the floor were windless and automatic, rolling and gathering one after another, one by one complete splicing, and finally taking shape.

Many of these toys with low combat effectiveness stood in front of Roger.

The boy raised his eyebrows: "Yo, it can heal itself... I know you scum don't have any housekeeping skills, how did you become the villain of a horror novel..."

Roger felt a little more interested.

Before the dwarves could make a move, the boy tapped his toes at them. Then an explosion rang out beneath the dwarves, and the gear wasn't just for themselves.

The dwarves were all blown into the air, and Roger's left hand was lifted upward, and the suspended ones that were blown into pieces were suspended in the air without falling, and then his mouth puffed out and his lips pursed slightly, and a large stream of flames enveloped the fragments.

But after half an hour, the fragments are still fragments, there is no slightest sign of melting, and the melting point of the pottery is more than 1500 degrees...

Roger stopped breathing from the flames and scratched his head a little embarrassed: "MD, the second is forced... It's not plastic..."

At this moment, there was a knock on the door of the study, and Caroline's voice came: "It's been so long, have you done it?"

"It's coming, it's coming... Right away—" The boy replied quickly.

The dwarven spirit fragments controlled by the levitation spell were also trembling in mid-air and approaching each other, trying to put them together again.

"Since you want to stick together, I'll help you. Roger suddenly thought of something, and gritted his teeth wickedly.

His wand swung again, and the floating shards slowly gathered in the middle, squirming silently in Roger's mouth as each shard stacked on top of the other.

Ten minutes later, there was not the slightest movement in the study, and Caroline knocked on the door again uneasily: "Roger, how is it, is it not alright?"

"Click" The door clicked softly, slowly opened, and Roger kicked a colorful ball with a diameter of half a meter and walked out of the study: "It took a little effort to make this toy..."

Caroline glanced at the giant 'football' and realized that it seemed to be made up of pieces of dwarves.

"I'll rub, we're worried about you outside, but you're doing handicrafts inside?" The old lady was quite unreasonable and rewarded the boy with a burst of chestnuts.

Roger pointed with his chin at the Granger couple behind Caroline, "Then you'll have to ask the author of this novel, Mr...."

Caroline glanced at the couple in confusion: "What's the matter with them..."

"These dwarven spirits can be resurrected even if they are broken... Unlimited. Mr. Granger said with some difficulty in speaking.

After all, these little monsters who are thirsty for killing are, in a sense, created by the husband and wife.

Caroline stopped talking, and Hermione looked carefully at the 'football' that the boy was stepping on, and noticed that every piece of it was trembling, as if it wanted to break free from some kind of restraint.

The girl's eyes immediately widened: "You used... Paste the spell, so many pieces..."

"It's all glued, and it's still permanent~" Roger crossed his arms triumphantly.

"Hundreds of permanent paste spells... You'll be expelled from Hogwarts. ”

Roger quibbled: "After all, the situation was urgent..."

"Piece by piece, a perfect ball is glued... Urgent, you say?" Hermione asked sharply, glaring at the boy.

Roger raised his eyebrows, smacked his mouth twice, and stopped talking.

"Hey, guys..."Caroline interrupted Hermione's intention to teach people next, "I don't know much about the magic you guys are talking about, but the most urgent thing right now is, what to do with those horror novels in the study?"

Roger looked at the Grangers, Hermione looked at her parents, and Caroline turned her head as well.

Mr. Granger looked into the eyes of the three of them, and said with some confusion, "But how can those books of mine jump out of the monster? I used to read them all the time..."

"Probably something to do with this unusual fog, who knows?" said Roger as he loosened his shoulders and said irresponsibly, "after all, it's already the third time." ”

"Burn it," said Mrs. Granger, who had not spoken all this time, "whatever the reason, burn it all, it's just some manuscripts, and it's not worth mentioning at all." ”

"Then burn them all!" Mr. Granger put his arm around his wife and nodded firmly, "Anyway, if you want to read it, you can pay for it again, after all, it's a bestseller..."

"Your books, you have the final say. The boy nodded, turned and walked into the study again, and spat a few mouthfuls of saliva towards the bookshelf, and the shelves were full of books that instantly ignited a raging flame.