Even if the soul was split and made into a Horcrux, but the soul still belonged to Voldemort after all, and the pain of a part of the soul being destroyed made him feel like he was in pain, if it wasn't for the petrification of the spell, it is estimated that he should be holding his chest and falling to the ground and moaning at this time.

But at this moment, the pillars of the cowshed, which had been accidentally injured by the rebound of the big snake, trembled and finally could not hold on to it in the shaking caused by the explosion.

With a click, the rudimentary canopy, which wasn't sturdy, collapsed as Roger was caught off guard, crushing the boy, the Dark Lord, and the cow underneath.

Before the roof could be pressed, Roger reacted immediately, his wand went up, and the levitation charm was applied to the roof, and he threw it far away from the farm.

Comrade Lao Fu is still lying on the grass in a strange posture, if this is pressed firmly, with his current small body, it will be a matter of whether he can take another breath... Roger mentally applauded his quick response.

You must know that in terms of the current situation, Voldemort is much more cost-effective to live than to hang up, after all, if the Horcruxes are not completely destroyed, there is no way to really kill him, and now if Lao Fu dies, he will definitely still change back to the kind of steam geist that Roger saw in the first grade, and it was not so easy to find him at that time.

After all, although the geist form can't use any magic, it's much easier to get around that way. And compared with having a body and not having a body, the former is more easily controlled.

With a sigh of relief, Roger walked to the front of the haystack, looked at Voldemort, who could not move a little, withdrew the wand from his arms little by little with a very slow movement, and touched the milk bucket with his foot in a very shameless manner, and said:

"The Dark Lord wants to drink leftover milk, tell me... Really, why bother to come all the way by yourself... Why do I think I'm not welcome?"

The earbuds on Lao Fu's body haven't been untied yet, and the ridicule of this thing has not worked. However, Roger's action is just a habitual action, and he can't unlock the petrification spell and the deadtongue spell for Lao Fu, who knows if the Dark Lord is holding back some little tricks waiting to be pasted in his face.

Inserting the extra wand into the pocket of his jeans, the boy turned the Pandora boomerang back into the suitcase form, opened it and shook the door key inside to the ground, and without touching it, Voldemort, the big-headed doll who drank too much melamine, used the levitation charm to control him and slowly flew into the suitcase, but fortunately he was not big, and the box could still hold him.

"I hope your little body can withstand the unpleasant journey brought by the portkey, or I will save you in vain. Regardless of whether Lao Fu could hear it or not, Roger squinted his eyes and sighed, then closed the lid of Pandora's box and held it in his hand.

Then the boy bent down and stretched out his hand to the key of the Sanqiang Cup on the ground, and the familiar feeling of being hooked to the navel and pulling it back, the haystack and the cow shook before his eyes and disappeared, and the half-collapsed cowshed also disappeared, in a dizzying dazzle... Roger fell to the ground.

The soft lawn and the familiar thick fog made Roger understand that he was back at Hogwarts, looked down and found the Pandora's box not far from his feet, quickly straightened it and opened it, and lifted Comrade Fu out of it with a levitation charm.

Lao Fu's state was not very good, his face was pale and his body was stiff, and lying motionless on the lawn was like death. Roger reached out and poked the Dark Lord, well... It's already cold...

With a smack of his lips, the boy stopped paying attention to Voldemort and looked down for the portkey again. There was no blood on Lao Fu's face, and if he closed his eyes after being hit by the petrification spell, it would be like a corpse, but fortunately, he would still be panting, and he wouldn't let Roger use a big move like 'Electric Shock Soul Technique'...

After putting the portkey in Pandora again and keeping it safe, Roger waved his wand at Voldemort again, replacing the bondage of the Bondage Charm with a more accessible state, and he was not at all interested in the shameful gesture of holding Voldemort in his arms.

After pulling out his compass to determine the location of the castle, the boy disappeared into the fog with Pandora in one hand and Voldemort in the other.

There weren't many demons around, and Roger hadn't been attacked for a long time, except for almost crashing into the audience.

He was sent back to the Quidditch pitch where the third event was held, and although it was a little further away from the 'monster farm' in the center of the Forbidden Forest, it wasn't so bad that he couldn't even touch a mob... Roger believed he wouldn't have that kind of luck at all.

"So what are these little monsters attracted to?" Roger groaned, looking up at the castle in the distance, "Is there another war?"

As soon as the thought came to him, he quickened his pace and slammed forward with a thud in third gear.

In a short time, after crossing most of the lawn, the noise faintly came from the thick fog, the shouting of the incantation, the crackling of the magic release, and the characteristic rustle of the feet of the large crowd on the grass, all indicating that the demons had begun a second round of attack. Moreover, it sounds quite large, and the roar of the spell is repeated one after another.

But there is good news. At least the sea of fire that lost control during the battle with the Akidena Grass Flower Snake has been extinguished by those people, otherwise not to mention the lawn under Roger's feet, the entire Hogwarts would be burned.

Roger was somewhat relieved that the lawn under his feet had no scorched spots other than the marks of being trampled on.

As soon as the pace of the rush stopped, a clanging sound of metal clashing came clearly from ahead, and before Roger could judge how far away the sound was from him, a knight's spear pierced through the fog and stabbed straight at the boy's chest.

"Poof!" Unhindered, the tip of the sharp spear peeked out from the boy's back, and the owner of the spear was a man of ornate silver-white armor, holding a shield in one hand and a pistol in the other.

After stabbing Roger in the heart, this artificial demon named the Silver Knight was still not satisfied, there was a puff of steam in the shoulder blade behind his back, and the armor as a whole quickly advanced a large distance, Roger was carried back several meters by the spear, and his feet ploughed out the lawn into two shallow ravines.