The zombies were screaming uncontrollably, and suddenly, the fireplaces on one of the walls suddenly burst into flames, and bright green flames reflected on the floor, and many witches and wizards poured out of the fireplaces like a tide, densely packed with hundreds of people. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Most of them were tired and gray-headed, and occasionally some of them were stained with dried and blackened blood.

The zombies' shouting stopped abruptly as if they had lost their voices in an instant, staring blankly at the wizards who suddenly appeared. Both sides were stunned, neither of them expected that the wizards of the Ministry of Magic would encounter the enemy's 'troops' as soon as they entered the door.

The wizards reacted first, raising their wands and firing spells at the tightly wrapped zombies, who looked like enemies.

"Smack!"

This group of cowardly zombies instantly weakened, and they didn't even dare to resist, and knelt down in unison.

"We surrender!"

"Grandpa mercy!"

"I beg the grandfathers to give us a chance to mend our ways!"

"Please!!"

"Let's choose a side one more time!"

“......”

“......”

The wizards of the Ministry of Magic were also stunned by the zombies' unruly behavior...

"Uh... What shall we do now, Minister?" asked a sorcerer in a red robe with a ponytail in a ponytail.

After all, the Ministry of Magic has now abandoned its fine tradition of mistreating captives.

Connelly Fudge, the Minister of Magic, who was wearing a pinstriped robe, was also stunned for a moment before he said: "Control these men in black, and make a judgment after the trial..."

"But what about that man?" asked Ponytail, pointing at Roger.

Although Roger is no different from these zombies, Roger thinks that he is several times more than the rotting corpses on the inside... So he was the only man in black who was left standing... That's enough to attract attention.

The use of zombies to confuse the public did not work, but made himself more prominent...

"Why are you the only one standing? May I assume that you haven't given up your resistance yet?" the other was tall and high, and he said with a breath.

Roger glanced in the direction of the voice, it was a short and fat woman in a fluffy pink cardigan, at least forty years old, at this age she still spoke like a little girl, combined with the appearance of a toad, he felt that there was only one person in "Harry Potter" who could pretend to be so young.

"Of course not," the boy spread his hands to show that he had no malicious intent: "Mr. Minister is so strong that I lost my heart to resist with just one look..."

But Roger's plan to paralyze the enemy with words has not yet been implemented, and the zombies who have fallen to their knees have already rushed to speak:

"Don't trust him!

"He won't give up resistance! Quick, grandfathers hurry up and subdue him!"

"He just said he was going to fry it in flour!"

"He also killed a lot of you with his own hands!"

"The gold was also robbed by him!"

"And the statue!"

"We were all threatened by him! If you don't come, you will kill my whole family!!"

"He's the mastermind behind it!!"

Without a word, the zombies shook off all the fuck Roger was doing here.

"Damn! You people who have no lower limit! Do you want to fight for a reduced sentence or a light sentence! There is no such law in the wizarding world! Die hard, you guys!!And the one who 'killed your whole family' stand up for me! Do you guys who have been dead for I don't know how many years still have their families alive! Bragging is a little more reliable for me, bastard!!" Roger couldn't hold it back, and pointed at this group of teases and vomited out the groove.

Regardless of whether there was any braggadocio in the words of this group of zombies, the correction was so decisive that the wizards focused all their attention on Roger.

"What else do you have to say?" Minister Fudge said coldly, looking at Roger, "and if you fall to your knees like them now and don't resist, we won't embarrass you." ”

"I beg you, Mr. Minister, to listen to me, and I will give an account to the ministry after I have finished speaking. Roger took a deep breath and stood there with his arms outstretched, speaking slowly in a voice that was faintly sad

"Mr. Minister, in fact, I am the least malicious one, these villains are Muggles, they kidnapped my sister to blackmail me into helping them enter the ministry and wreak havoc, I know that I will not be able to compensate for those colleagues who died because of this, I don't want to ask for your forgiveness and forgiveness, I just want to beg you to help me rescue my sister and protect her..."

Hit a rake, as if no one would...

Roger's eloquent speech touched many people, and Minister Fudge, who was too assertive if he didn't come, couldn't see the situation clearly: "You said colleagues... Are you from the Ministry? and they're a bunch of Muggles, wizards coerced by Muggles?"

The zombies kneeling on the ground could hear that something was wrong, and shouted in a hurry:

"Don't believe him!

"He's lying to you!"

"We are innocent!!"

"Trust us!!"

“......”

"Shut up, you shitty Muggles!" Roger yelled, the zombies afraid to say anything after the remnants of their oppression.

"It's easy to prove, Minister," Roger's voice reverted to a low and flat voice at Fudge, "just let these Muggles try to cast a small spell..."

The pudgy woman in the pink sweater retorted loudly in a shrill voice: "Delusional! Take out your wand and cast a magic spell? I think this is your conspiracy! Attempt to assassinate Mr. Minister!!"

"Lady Umbridge, you are too sensitive, there are so many elites in the ministry, even if everyone makes a concerted move, there is no chance of winning, not to mention that the minister himself has a high level of magic skills that ordinary people can hardly match. Roger said calmly, and slapped all the wizards present on the back of the ass.

"And you can keep an eye on me, and let me cast a spell to prove my identity as a wizard," the boy said calmly, stretching his arms.

Minister Fudge nodded slowly, and the ponytailed wizard immediately pointed his wand at Roger, "Be slow, and attack if I feel inappropriate." ”

"Yes. Roger said in a low voice.

Then he slowly lowered his hands, put his right hand on his waist, and slowly drew a wand, and kept the movement of fully withdrawing, slowly turned around, and lit his back to the group of wizards.