It was a glass cabinet with solid wood and all the hourglasses, and there was not a single fragment bigger than a finger belly when you stepped down, and it was definitely the unlucky group of people from the Ministry of Magic who got the safety device!

Otherwise, he can kick this achievement with a kick like this, he has already become a generation of heroes, and he is still afraid of a fart of the Ministry of Magic, the sandbag-sized fist picks up, directly from the ninth floor to the first floor, and then from the first floor to the ninth floor, and directly demolishes this office building, how refreshing!

Cough... Although daydreaming is very cool, it's a pity that Roger doesn't have this elegance now, and is jumping in the time room with a smash:

"His grandmother is a bear!

Cracking sound... (Smashing a clock with a baseball bat)

Death penalty curtains, you don't do that...

Cracking sound...

A bunch of broken hourglasses and a self-destruct device...

Cracking sound...

All TM idle!"

Caroline folded her arms and retreated to the door to watch her brother convulsions there, and waited until the whole house was almost smashed by him, then Shi Shiran said loudly: "What kind of illness are you guilty of without a sign..."

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The boy's irritable expression calmed down instantly, and he brushed the potted baseball bat in his hand, yawned and said flatly: "It's not interesting to use bombs all the time, it's fun to change the taste." ”

"Then you still scolded bitterly and hatefully for so long...?"

"It's called momentum! It's so boring to smash someone's warehouse silently..."Roger shook his hand and walked to the door. He's really not as hot as he seems, as if shouting out the name of a skill can increase damage is a similar principle. He scolded it to enhance the coolness.

Picking out a large clock case from the parts on the ground, the boy shoved the small half of the Curtain of Death that had been thrown in the doorway with a golf club. This thing is too dangerous, and if you can't get your hands on it, you won't get your hands on it.

Out of the door of the room, two corpses really appeared in the circular hall, stacked on top of each other, and the cut death 'curtain' was sweeping over them automatically from time to time without wind.

"Hey~There are really stupid bait~" Roger called out in surprise, and hurried over to pull them out with the club.

"You don't expect this rag to work, do you?" asked Caroline, a little speechless.

"It's a little bit useful, but the kind that can be spotted with a little care... But if you don't get in the pit, you can delay a little time... What's more, there are really stupid ones. Roger squatted down and touched the corpse, there was no interesting thing, but the wand was two more.

"Your loot is back to you. The boy pulled the wand from his waistband and gave it back to Caroline.

Caroline stretched out her hand to take it and asked, "What now? Find a chance to retreat?" I heard the elevator still moving, and I guess someone came down again. ”

"I'm not afraid of people coming down, but is there anyone outside the door?" asked Roger, scratching his chin.

Caroline listened intently and shook her head: "It's not good, if it's several people talking, I can still hear some movement, but if it's one person... It's impossible to hear anything because of the noise of the elevator. ”

Hearing this, Roger lowered his teeth and pushed open a black door that had not been opened: "Whatever it looks like, let's see what is in this room first..."

As he spoke, the boy looked inside, and was amused.

The newly opened room was as tall as a church, and it was filled with high shelves with tiny, dusty glass balls, and the ledges candlesticks between the shelves were as blue as those in the rotunda, and the dim lighting made the end of the hallway in the room so dark that it seemed impossible to see the edge at all.

"Hey, I've found this. Roger sighed, and walked in with the case of the clock containing the death drape.

Caroline walked in, looking at the glass balls on the shelf with empty eyes, "What are these?

Each of these shelves had small yellowed labels stuck under each of them, some shimmering with an eerie, liquid light, others dull inside, like a light bulb with a blown fuse.

"It's a prophecy, and every ball is a prophecy... Here I guess this room has been around since the Ministry of Magic was built... Most of the prophecies in the wizarding world can be seen here" Roger took out a strong light and pressed the switch, but he still couldn't see the other end of the prophecy hall: "It's probably similar to the intention of filing documents and the like..."

Caroline realized how large the room was after the flashlight, and she looked at it with great interest, "You just said 'I can find this', why is there a prophecy about you?"

"Not that no," Roger knocked on the shelf to see what the quality of the wood was, "I came here to destroy these 'backups'." ”

As he spoke, he pointed to the shelf in the distance: "Broken bones!"

The place where the spell hit exploded instantly, the towering shelves suddenly crumbled, hundreds of prophecy balls were blown to pieces, and milky white figures appeared in the glass shards, floating in the air, and began to tell those strange prophecies. But there were too many figures talking together, and the cacophony could only echo between pieces of wood and glass.

The shelf that had been hit shook dangerously, and more and more orbs of glass fell from it, and Roger continued to do so, shooting a curse at any shelf he could see.

This really caused a chain reaction, and the shelf that was hit could not withstand the impact of the explosion, and finally began to tilt and crook, like oversized dominoes, one pressing the other and spreading into the distance.

After the rain-down prophecy ball shattered, the hazy figure that appeared with the mist emitted a faint light, and the shimmer became as bright as an incandescent lamp under the considerable number of fragments. Spreading into the distance, it was always a reminder of where Roger's shelf had collapsed.

Caroline's eyes widened at this unusual spectacle, more brilliant than any fireworks.

Of course, with the light emitted by the glass shards on the ground, the two of them could clearly see which shelves in this prophecy hall were lucky enough to stand.

Roger blew it down casually, and all the shelves were lying down, and only a few of them were still standing, how inappropriate, right?

The prophecy was in row ninety-seven, and Roger didn't know which row ninety-seven it was, and which shelf the prophecy was on in that row. He didn't have time to look for it...

Anyway, the shelves are all overturned, and it is estimated that the little glass ball will not be saved.....