When she got into the car, Caroline felt that something was not quite right: "What about the zombies?"

"Oops! let me forget!" Roger patted his head in annoyance: "There wasn't even a little air in it after the explosion, I was in a hurry and forgot to kill them!" Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Extinguish?" the old lady repeated this meaningful word and criticized: "Hey, hey, it's a little too ruthless to get rid of it when you're done..."

The boy opened the car door and jumped down as he said, "They've all seen you and me and Hermione, what do you think is the chance that those goods won't give us away after they get caught?"

When Caroline heard this, she immediately changed her tone: "Then don't miss one or two when you kill your mouth." ”

"Rest assured. Roger replied briefly and ran towards the phone booth.

He also complained in his heart about his negligence, how could he forget about this stubble? If Caroline hadn't mentioned it, maybe when would he have remembered it...

Quickly descended from the guest entrance to the main hall on the eighth floor, and after the door of the telephone booth opened, Roger only felt that his body immediately became hot, and his throat 'coughed' twice, and he could no longer breathe any air.

This made him breathe a sigh of relief, but luckily he came back quickly enough, and the air had not yet filled in, so it was unlikely that the people from the Ministry of Magic would come down and make trouble for a while... Even if he didn't see anyone running away, Roger wouldn't be so arrogant that a dust explosion would kill all the elite of the Ministry of Magic...

In fact, he thought too much, no one knew what happened to the Ministry of Magic, everything that knew had been left here, and the wizards who were able to escape all felt the extremely dangerous death threat, so they were able to avoid it in advance in that moment of life and death.

You know, the unknown is scary.

Moreover, it is impossible for the escaped wizards to subconsciously apparition to choose the same place, so these wizards are scattered, so what wizard would dare to return to the Ministry of Magic alone?

Therefore, Roger's worries are simply unnecessary.

But the boy didn't have time to think about it now, he was anxiously looking for these zombies... The group of undisciplined rotting corpses all ran away without a trace.

Those Aurors were bound by the Bondage Charm, and the heat brought by the explosion of flour had already burned their clothes and ropes to ashes, and they had already stood up and prepared to run away before Roger could recover and stand up, but as soon as they saw his 'corpse' move, they instantly lay down and pretended to be dead, and these zombies also knew that neither the wizards of the Ministry of Magic nor Roger would not want to see them...

And Roger didn't notice their little movements, simply because he couldn't hear anything in the vacuum...

Blurring his teeth, the boy pulled out his compass and looked at it, the pointer pointing behind him and raising it high.

"Hey, I still know how to take the elevator and run up, it doesn't seem to be stupid to a certain level." He muttered to himself silently as he walked over to one of the elevators and pressed the button.

Comparing the compass, Roger stopped one floor at a time, and finally when the elevator went up to the basement level, the pointer was level.

"Tut-tut-tut-

Roger pulled the mask to his chin and gave the group of zombies a bright smile: "Good morning, everyone~ What are you looking for? Do you want me to help you~"

As soon as this familiar voice sounded, the zombies' movements froze as if they had pressed the pause button.

Roger walked backwards to the nearest zombie with his hands behind his back, and reached out to pat its shoulder and said with a pleasant face: "Why don't you speak? I remember that you used to talk a lot? Could it be that the anger just now was too big and burned your throat?"

The zombie who was photographed opened and closed his blackened and shriveled lips twice, and knelt down decisively: "Grandpa!"

With a beginning, the rest of the zombies immediately knelt down and echoed in a dry voice: "Grandpa!"

"Grandpa, it's good you're okay!"

"We're here for you, grandpa!"

"Yes, yes!"

"It's great to see grandpa again!"

"Grandpa, let's go!

Roger shook his head and smiled: "That's when your IQ is enough... It's a pity that I don't dare to ask for a grandson like you with a negative temperance value..."Regarding the question of temperance value, he can only be so reasonable in front of these zombies...

This is not right, the zombies who have reached a certain level instantly tasted the danger contained in it, and 'Bang' slammed his head on the ground: "Grandpa, spare us this time..."

"Next time we won't dare again..."

"Please give us another chance..."

Roger tilted his head: "Okay." ”

The zombies breathed a sigh of relief and got up from the ground overjoyed: "Hey! I knew this demon was the best to deceive!"

"Hahaha!

"Zombies are the most powerful species in the world!"

"Wow Ka Ka No one can resist the zombie's cute selling technique!"

“......”

Without the threat of death, the IQ of this group of comics dropped to a negative number in an instant.

Roger smacked his teeth in pain, shook out his wand and asked softly, "Will you talk about these words when I send them away?"

"Wha! come and beg me!" a smug zombie laughed as he looked up to the sky.

"MDZZ!" the boy spat on the ground, his wand flicking, "Burn!"

Dark red flames erupted from the tip of the staff, turning into a flaming lion that devoured the zombies one by one. Under the fierce fire that even the soul can be burned, the mentally retarded people who have filled up a lot of blockages for Roger wail and beg for mercy, and finally turn into different shapes but remain motionless in an extremely painful posture.

With a soft snort, Roger put away his wand and blew downstairs, and went up to the ground in a phone booth.

"Not being apparition is trouble!" the boy smacked his lips and hummed back into the middle of the street.

No one is under the age of 17 who wants to teach, and there are books in the library about learning to apparition, but there is no way to apparition within the confines of Hogwarts school, and there is no use for books.

Well, why don't you go to the kitchen and ask the house-elves? And the house-elves have a very special phantom shapeshift... Or go to Hogsmeade on Saturdays and Sundays to practice? Let's talk about it then...