The many Auror wizards in the foyer gathered to adjust their state for this final action, and Roger sat lazily back in his chair and called out to the acting minister and several professors.

"Oh, yes, wait a minute. He said, "I guess you've all found out, but I'm going to say nonsense, magic is not very useful against demons, but the physics side is very effective, so if you want to break the stone tablet, I think it will be more powerful to use a hammer." ”

Scrimgeour nodded that he would take Roger's advice, and with a wave of his arm, he led the Aurors into the mists of the unknown with a wave of his arm, against the map of the living spots.

Blake reluctantly told Harry to stay in the castle honestly and not get into trouble, and then he hung at the end of the team and embarked on the journey.

"Then we'll stay here and do nothing?" said the little savior, holding his arms around his arms, "and what's the point of us coming here?

"Otherwise?" Roger said in a still lazy tone: "Stand up when everyone is helpless, save the people from fire and water, and save the building from the future?"

"Didn't we come here to do our part in this matter!, but now, everybody treats us like a burden!" exclaimed the little savior.

"I thought you were a little more mature, but you just became a secondary two..."Roger took a sip of hot tea from his cup and said calmly: "Don't think how good you are, you are really a burden in this matter." Are you more proficient in magic than Professor McGonagall or more proficient in combat than the Aurors?

"And when I first suggested coming, it was because I didn't think the Ministry of Magic would be able to send so many Aurors to support Hogwarts, and I thought the Ministry of Magic attack last summer had already damaged its vitality... That's why I let you two bear children come over and be heroic. ”

"Heroic," the corners of Harry's mouth twitched, "So you didn't think we could help?"

"If you don't have those Aurors, you two can help make a bad substitute and let them catch their breath when they get tired. But since the Ministry of Magic has sent a sizable number of Aurors, you're of little use. Roger glanced at the little savior mercilessly, and said straightforwardly: "Serve tea and pour water, sentry to find someone, and make do with this... And your attitude of serving tea and pouring water is far inferior to that of a house-elf. ”

"I'm sorry that my service attitude can't compare to that of a house-elf. Harry said sarcastically.

"It's good to know, I believe that if you continue to do this for a long time, one day your sense of service will not be worse than that of elves. Roger patted the little savior on the shoulder comfortingly.

Harry shook off the claws of the thing, "You comfort me with a yarn!!! What is I like to a house-elf!"

Spit and spit on, Harry himself knew that although Roger's words were a bit hurtful in his bluntness, he had to admit that this was how the professors and the Aurors from the Ministry of Magic treated them. If it weren't for transporting the wounded and replenishing potions to keep the flo network in the fireplace open, Black, Professor McGonagall, and Scrimgeour didn't mind stuffing the three bear kids into the stove and throwing them home.

"Roger is right," Hermione said in a tone that had already seen everything, "We're still too weak, and although we've pretty much mastered the regular spells, I'm sure you've seen that conventional magic doesn't have much effect on demons, even if they participate in battle... Even if you want to help, at least you have the strength to help others. ”

"I know what you're saying," Harry gasped for a few breaths before finally a dejected sigh, "but it's really not a good feeling to see someone in trouble and not be able to help." ”

"Don't worry, you'll get used to it, weak chicken!" Roger lightly dealt critical damage to the little savior.

"......," Harry was speechless.

Gags and bragging, the three of Roger were far happier than the Aurors who were recovering their strength very quickly, and even ignoring the blood and corpses of the demons around them, it didn't feel like they were in a tense and serious battle. Nervousness? non-existent.

And even if you are worried about the safety of the wizards who solve the problem, there is no way to see what their current situation is with this thick fog. What to do is the best choice.

Shortly after the wizards who had gone to destroy the gates of hell left, Dumbledore got out of bed and slipped up to the first floor on his own. The old man seemed to have regained a lot of energy and strength after a good night's sleep in the potions, although he still looked a little tired and weak.

"Is it over?" asked Old Deng as he looked at the quiet castle gate.

"Come on, the gates of hell should be almost done. Roger explained the information about the Black Stone Tablet to Dumbledore, and then asked, "What about you, how are you recovering, can you find those two things?"

Of course, Old Deng knew that this item was referring to Voldemort's other two Horcruxes, but he still shook his head: "Although I would like to say that I can go at any time, according to my current physical condition, it is estimated that it will take a few days to recover to the best... That's something Voldemort takes very seriously, and I don't want to lose my life because of lack of sleep. ”

"Then you have to serve that one, it would be a trouble if he hung up first. Roger summoned a soft armchair with the wand of the young wizard whose neck had been broken by himself, and controlled it to float behind Old Deng.

This old man's appearance of kidney deficiency is really uneasy, so it is better to sit down and rest.

"What are you talking about, I don't understand, why don't you kill Voldemort while he is weak!

"Go, go, what do adults talk to children?" Roger waved his hand at the little savior like a chicken.