The shield opened by Comrade Lao Deng was to be a little higher than that of others, and the big turtle shell could still move at will, and the sword wings slammed into it with a tinkling sound, but could not break through the gap.

Roger secretly glanced at his hand, Dumbledore was no longer holding the Elder Wand, but it could be seen that this wand was very well maintained, presumably his own wand he used before he got the Elder Wand.

"Tsk, I was cut by my second brother, Aberforth, I wonder if you can beat Voldemort now?" the boy muttered to himself.

"Huh?" Dumbledore only heard the word 'Voldemort' at the end, and looked at the thing in surprise.

"Nothing," Roger shrugged and digressed, "I wondered if this thing could still be used as a weapon." ”

He pointed to the sword wings outside the barrier: "I remember that if this thing is held in my hand, it will always be in the form of a sword, but I don't know if it is the same in the hands of a simple human... I think I can do experiments. ”

After all, Nero in Devil May Cry is not a human at all, a demon with a quarter of demonic blood.

For Roger's idea of getting a melee weapon for himself, Lao Deng can't help it, this kind of barrier evolved from the iron armor spell can't open a hole for him alone, and if the whole thing is revoked... Hehe, even if he has lived for more than a hundred years, Dumbledore will not dislike to live another few more years.

As the advance in the dense fog deepened, the number of sword wings gradually increased, and the sound of whizzing through the air was clearly audible overhead, and the impact on the barrier was uninterrupted, clanging like a chaotic music ringing in the ears.

Fortunately, judging from Lao Deng's state, these miscellaneous fish do not have any pressure on him, and walking leisurely is like walking in his own back garden.

Roger, who doesn't have to work or effort, is even more relaxed, following the old man with his hands behind his back, admiring the 'excellent style' of the demons in the other world.

However, this after-meal diet movement did not last, and a monster with a black cloak on the head of a bug floated in the air.

"Be careful, this thing is called Mephisto, and while it's not quite as good as the Hate King in Big Pineapple (Diablo), it's a little annoying that it can go through walls. Roger kindly reminded Dumbledore.

Lao Deng nodded, and said indifferently: "I encountered it last night, and it can't penetrate magic." ”

Roger raised an eyebrow and stopped talking. Old Deng and these people fought with the demon all night yesterday, and in some ways they know more than he as a "player". After all, there is no magic in Devil May Cry except for slashing and slashing...

Shaking his hand and following closely behind the oldest dick in a hundred years, Roger ignored the more and more scarecrows, giant scarecrows, scaly blades and other demonic miscellaneous fish gathered around him, these are all regular troops, even if he doesn't introduce them, Lao Deng must have killed a lot last night. Information such as attack methods and weaknesses, Dumbledore must have some understanding.

After walking for about ten minutes, Dumbledore suddenly stopped, looked down and carefully looked at the map of the living spots, his wand drew a semicircle horizontally, and the barrier suddenly began to expand outward.

Even the dense fog in the air was repelled by the expanding barrier, and Roger only felt his eyes become clearer as if they had been brushed by windshield wipers.

"Why, where are you?" he asked, scanning his surroundings and glancing at the map. It was discovered that the ink dots representing the two of them were still some distance away from the first gathering.

"We need to clean up this place first so that we can get people out of the way and not cause them a lot of trouble. Dumbledore said.

His wand-holding hand swung again, as if he were wielding a sword rather than a stick.

The barrier that had pushed the demons through had vanished with his movements, turning into a raging flame of dark red, and the lawn in the mist had turned into a sea of flames, like a mighty hurricane sweeping through everything around him that could be seen or invisible, except for a clearing in the center of which Dumbledore and he were located.

Roger couldn't help but whistle in appreciation, the title of the great white wizard of this century is indeed worthy of the name. The boy could tell that the flame was not the usual flame charm, but a powerful fire spell in the dark magic realm. Knowing that this kind of magic, known as the Living Flame, is not so easy to use, and it is nothing new for a spellcaster to accidentally cook himself.

Roger's own demon has changed the resistance to the fire ring, but the power has been reduced and controlled, if it is used on a super scale like Lao Deng's now, he will not be able to suppress the fierce fire backlash at all.

The flames tossed and writhed for a few minutes, during which no demon could break through the fetters of fire and rush into the clearing in the center, and Dumbledore pressed his wand and extinguished the unbridled burning of the fire around him.

Roger's free hand slapped his face a few times: "You used this trick yesterday, you still use it so often at such an age, aren't you afraid of heat stroke?"

"I have to be proud of that, for my age it's pretty strong. Dumbledore smiled at the boy, not showing any beads of sweat on his wrinkled face.

That's right. Roger nodded approvingly: "Because most people don't live to your age at all..."

The dense fog quickly gathered from the surroundings, filling the gap that had just been opened up by Lao Deng, and solving the surrounding threats, the old and the young continued to move towards the goal.

The grass burned by the fire spell can still feel a trace of warmth under the soles of the feet, and the softness of stepping on the grass is completely gone, replaced by the characteristic hardness of the arid land. From time to time, I can also touch a somewhat twisted butcher knife that has been roasted by the heat.

After that, there were no large-scale demons encountered on the way, and a few scarecrows that didn't open their eyes came up to catch up, and they were all turned into sacks by Dumbledore with thunder.

As the distance got closer and closer, Roger felt even more that something was wrong, this place was still within the scope of the Great Lawn, and there was no place to hide, could it be that the Aurors directly used Transfiguration to build a bunker?

But it's too quiet around here, and the demons roaming around won't let a handful of people take root under their noses.

Just as he was wondering, Roger suddenly felt a darkness ahead, and something like gray bark blocked his way.