"Alright," Dumbledore interrupted Roger's taunt at Fudge, "let's get back to what we just said." ”

Roger shrugged his shoulders to save face, and no longer held on to Mr. Minister.

"Where did I just go? Oh... The monster doesn't just crawl out of the book," Nodding vigorously to affirm what he had said, the boy crossed his arms and continued to tell his conjectures:

"At least there's another way... Before we moved to England, my sister and I had one encounter in the United States, and the fog was thinner than this time and last summer, and there weren't many monsters at that time, so it was easy to deal with..."

"I think you should know this," he pointed to old Deng, "I have this in my memory." ”

Dumbledore nodded slowly, then asked, "So you mean that the concentration of the fog affects the number of monsters?"

"I don't know," Roger said negatively, "because I've only experienced this fog twice, and no one can say if it's like this... But from these two experiences, the concentration of the range affected by the fog is directly proportional to the number of monsters... That is, the thicker the fog, the greater the range, and the more monsters there are. ”

Dumbledore's face turned serious, and his eyes behind the half-moon lenses stared at Roger, as if thinking about something.

"If it's really like what you say, the thicker the fog, the more monsters there are... Then what scale might be the fog this time?" asked Lao Deng slowly after a long time.

"Don't ask me, how many times have you read my memories, you should have counted them in your heart," Roger spread his hands extremely irresponsible: "... Anyway, I'm here to give you a heads-up, believe it or not. ”

Grinning at Dumbledore and Fudge, he dragged Hermione out of the crowd and led Caroline and Granger towards the Gryffindor table.

Dumbledore stood there with a frown, thinking, he didn't suspect that Roger was fooling people, on the contrary, because there was a memory to prove that this thing was telling the truth...

The first time I encountered this kind of fog, I didn't get out of the category of natural weather, and the monsters I encountered were also three or two kittens, and then compared to the dense fog in the Hampstead area during the summer vacation and the comprehensive strength of the group of monsters, the destructive power has at least increased several times... Dumbledore could not afford not to take it seriously.

Of course, there are more than one or two things that need to be worried about by the school leaders, and the package that represents the fake Moody's is still in Hagrid's hand...

Seeing that Dumbledore was still pondering, Heglot bowed his mouth and said to him in a voice that he thought was low, "Professor Dumbledore, I have a report to you about Professor Moody, and Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick are still in the labyrinth, you see..."

Old Deng came back to his senses and immediately instructed him: "I will inform McGonagall and Flitwick that you go to the room behind the teacher's desk and wait for me first, and I will go over in a while..."

Hagrid nodded, cautiously squeezed past old Digley, and strode out of the auditorium with his package in his arms.

Then Dumbledore waved his wand in his right hand, spewing out a silvery-white phoenix, which hovered in mid-air and disappeared through the door of the Great Hall without hindrance. Then he bent down and put his left hand on the shoulder of the weeping old Digri.

"Come on, Amos (Cedric's father's full name: Amos Digry) let's change Cedric's comfort place," he said softly, his warm tone as if it contained magic, and the grief-stricken old Diggry was easily convinced.

"Oh... You're right, you're right... It's so uncomfortable here..."The great pain seemed to have broken the man, and his body that wanted to stand up kept swinging.

Dumbledore reached out and put his arm around Cedric's father, it was hard to imagine that an old man of his age could have so much strength in his arm, and old Digry was supported by his craggy palm.

Handing over the barely standing old Digry to Madam Pomfrey, Dumbledore waved his wand again, and Cedric, who was lying on the ground, slowly floated in the air.

Then he instructed Madam Pomfrey, "You send him and Cedric to the school infirmary... If you can, let him get some rest..."

The injured Luna was carried by her father and stood behind Madam Pomfrey, and Old Deng nodded to him and turned to Snape: "And Luna, Miss Fleur, and Mr. Krum, please send them over, Pomfrey is too busy alone." ”

Snape nodded, and walked towards Lady Maxim and Karkaroff with gloomy faces. Due to Hermione and Roger's previous conflict, their two hapless students are being taken care of by their respective principals.

After the general arrangement, Dumbledore walked briskly back to the room he had just come out of, Fudge kept kneading the hat in his hand in place, and glanced at Roger and Hermione, turned around and followed the old Deng into the room behind the teacher's desk.

The panic in the auditorium did not spread, except for the timid underclassmen and a few girls who were frightened, more students were buzzing about what had happened today, occasionally mixed with the whispers of Cedric's friends.

The main reason for this is that Cedric did not suffer any crimes, and the body was intact and there were not even a few wounds, and it looked like he was asleep... If the body is dismembered, it is estimated that more than half of the people in the auditorium will cry and go home.

Of course, this is also under the premise that Roger's speculation has not been exposed, and most of the students can still maintain their sanity.

The Grangers, who had heard what their daughter and Roger had said to Dumbledore, were extremely worried about the current situation: "There are more monsters than there were in the summer... It's too dangerous! Shall we hurry home now?"

"Don't worry," Hermione whispered to her parents, "Our Headmaster is known as the greatest wizard of the century, and as long as he's at Hogwarts, there's no safer place than here." ”

"That's true," Roger said without worry, "and he's not the only one, but the rest of the professors are also very powerful, and if something really happens to Hogwarts, the Ministry of Magic can't be indifferent... This is the foundation of the wizarding world in England. ”

"Oh, that's good, that's good..." The words of the two men gave the Grangers, who did not know much about the wizarding world, a lot of confidence, and the worry on their faces subsided slightly.

Caroline quietly poked her brother and whispered in his ear with a little excitement, "Then when are we going to act? ”