The high-intensity combat made Hermione, Harry, and Neville, who had joined from the beginning, exhausted, they were all fourteen-year-olds who had experienced this kind of scene for the first time, and in terms of physical strength, energy, combat experience, and other aspects, they were much worse than adults like Blake.

Being able to participate in the battle and persist to the end already shows that Roger's training in the past few years is not useless... After all, it's not easy to beat a creature to death.

The matter in the center of the Great Hall was settled, Hagrid turned and rushed out the door, Dumbledore was still outside and he wanted to help, but as soon as he reached the door, the thick white mist that could not be seen suddenly burst into flames, and a wave of heat poured out of it, touching people's faces as if they were in a sauna.

"Tsk... With such a big fire, Old Deng shouldn't have set the whole foyer on fire," Roger put down his feet and leaned out to look out.

The light of the fire in the door flickered, as if Dumbledore was manipulating the enemy, and Roger approached the door from the position of the teaching desk, and immediately felt the familiar sense of activity, it was a fierce fire charm.

It seems that Lao Deng has also discovered that ordinary magic has little effect on these demons that suddenly appear, but the aggressive black magic is as powerful as ever.

After a long time, the fire outside had dimmed, and the churning fog had calmed down, leaving only the boiling heat that would not dissipate for a long time, and Snape walked in first, with a floating improvised stretcher behind him, on which lay a man, skinny in his pajamas and covered with a cloak, as if he were asleep.

It's the real Mad-Eye Moody. His wooden legs were gone, the eyelids of the MONOCULUS were empty, and his gray hair was as jagged as a dog's gnaw.

Blake glanced at Snape with disgust on his face, and walked over to Harry to check on his godson's status.

Professor Sprout greeted him and opened his mouth wide in surprise, "Oh my God, it's Moody, what's wrong with him?"

"Knocked unconscious, controlled by the Imperius Curse for a long time... Very weak. Dumbledore strode in through the thick fog, "I've suffered a lot of crimes, but I'm not in danger of my life for the time being." ”

He walked into the auditorium and stood still, his wise eyes scanning the room like a falcon, and Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick, who had been wandering in the maze for a long time, followed him through the door... It seems that Lao Deng also helped his professors.

Compared to Dumbledore's neat attire, the two professors looked much more embarrassed, Professor McGonagall's hair had been tightly tied in a bun at the back of his head, and several cuts had been torn in his robe, but fortunately no blood was seen, and Professor Flitwick's robe was gone, leaving only a collar still around his neck, which looked very funny.

After waiting for a long time, I didn't see Minister Fudge coming out from behind, and I guess he had rushed back to the Ministry of Magic to move the rescuers.

"What's going on, Albus?" asked Professor McGonagall whispering from behind the Headmaster.

"It's not clear why, but it means that our students are in great danger. Dumbledore said, and then he saw the student at the faculty desk who had been killed by Mephisto.

The corpse lay on the ground, his eyes wide, his face frozen in astonishment and horror, as if he had no belief in the fact that he was dead.

"Oh my God, the second death... (She didn't know about the fake Moody's death yet)" Professor McGonagall apparently saw the corpse as well, and covered her mouth with her hand in horror: "How so, aren't these monsters stopped at the door?"

"They weren't in good shape when I came in, Professor McGonagall," Hagrid said, in a suffrage of voices, "and it's dangerous..."

Dumbledore ignored the discussion of several people, walked quickly to the corpse and crouched down, carefully observing the hole in the corpse's chest, and the blow was fatal. Professor McGonagall and Snape followed him.

Without saying a word, he raised his head and looked at the Mephisto brand meat filling that had been smashed not far away.

Everyone's eyes were moving with the headmaster's movements, and as soon as she saw the appearance of old Deng inspecting Mephisto's body, Ginny stood up from Mrs. Weasley's side and reminded loudly, "Don't go over! Roger said that thing was poisonous!"

Professor McGonagall closed her eyes and turned her head to the side when she saw Mephisto's miserable appearance, and Snape's face was not very good.

However, the fingers and tail hooks left behind can indicate that this mess of flesh is a completely different species from the monsters with knives installed.

Dumbledore stood still by the flesh and locked his eyes on Roger, who was covered in blood and looked like he had fought bloody, which was quite conspicuous in the crowd.

He beckoned to the boy, and Roger blew the hair hanging down his forehead with the corner of his mouth, got up and walked over.

"Well, you believe what we say this time, don't you?"

"I never doubted you, but I didn't expect it to come so quickly and so severely. Dumbledore sighed heavily, "Now tell me, Roger, what do you know about these monsters?"

The boy snapped the corners of his mouth and recalled, and finally spread his hands and said, "Not too much, it shouldn't be too little... To be sure, if I saw those things, I would remember what it was, but I can't remember such dry memories..."

After all, it's been so many years, and it's already a rare thing to see what it is.

Dumbledore nodded, then asked, "Do you know what these things are, and monsters from some books?"

"These things are all demons," Roger tapped Mephisto's flesh puree with his toes, "This and the scarecrows you've seen are both demons, probably of different species, but they are all miscellaneous soldiers in the Demon Realm." ”

Dumbledore's pupils narrowed, "You mean... Demon Realm?"

"Hell, the Demon Realm, and the Abyss, they're all pretty much the same..."Roger said casually: "And these huge numbers are all miscellaneous fish, and those Demon King level are truly terrifying existences." ”

"Are you telling the truth?" asked Professor McGonagall, incredulous.

When she came back from outside, she saw the power of the scale of the 'trash fish' in Roger's mouth, and if it wasn't for Dumbledore's timely rescue, she and Flitwick would definitely die in the sea of trash fish.

"Is it fun to scare you?" Roger rolled his eyes.

Professor McGonagall wished that Roger would point to her nose and laugh loudly at her for being fooled.