This thing has been on the road of death all his life, and he doesn't have much feeling about death. If he can really save his family's life by getting out, then it doesn't hurt for him to go on another wave. But just because the old man who has only seen two sides said it, you want Roger to believe it unconditionally?

Roger just wanted to give him a look.

However, if that large group of animals in the World of Warcraft really wanted to invade, it would be more than a hundred times more dangerous than a mere Voldemort. If Lao Fu's strength is put in the Burning Legion, it is estimated that he will not even be able to mix with a squad leader.

Maybe in the initial stage of fusion, those orcs, elves, all kinds of beasts, cannibal races and all kinds of threats, if a little bit of cowardice, Roger can also protect his family, and after running in with each other, the two universes may not be unable to coexist.

But there is one thing that Roger can't ignore, and that's the Burning Legion's snooping on Azeroth. Sargeras couldn't have given up on destroying the world just because there were more gadgets on it that he hadn't seen before.

The purpose of the Burning Legion to destroy the entire universe is to fight against the devouring of the physical universe by the Void Lords who rule the Twisted Void.

In order to fight against the Void, Sargeras decided to destroy all matter in the universe, thus completely eradicating the influence of the Void Lord on this universe. He believes that since the universe once gave birth to life on its own, then after all existence has been eliminated, life in the universe can naturally bloom again and enter a new era.

Even the Burning Legion led by Sargeras, who is the Dark Titan, cannot fight against, and Roger does not think that this is something that he can compete with even after fighting Voldemort.

Essentially, he's more advanced than any creature in World of Warcraft, but in terms of strength, he's a little bit better than the average scumbag. What's more, it's not a question of his survival, it's a matter of his family's safety. This kind of difficulty can no longer be solved by cowardice.

This also goes back to what he just said, it is impossible for Roger to bet his family on the safety of a strange old man. He didn't want his front foot to be thrown out of this universe, and the back foot of Azeroth would be killed.

It's even possible that this old man can't kill him in the multiverse, and wants to fool him out and then strip out his superior soul to upgrade himself?

Roger just sat on the chair with his two hind legs propped on the ground, and his mind was wide open, as if he was suffering from persecution paranoia, and he always felt that Diao Min wanted to harm him.

As for the idea of wanting to watch a movie all night, I was already beaten by this fork and flew to Java.

It wasn't until the early morning sun shone through the broken doors and windows into the living room that Roger woke up after sitting in a chair all night.

The boy stood up with a blank face, looked at the two men who were still asleep, and finally remembered to throw Bellatrix, who had been lying on the floor all night, into the bed.

This 'throw' is a real throw, and it slams on the bed board, and if this simple broken bed was not built with magic, it can collapse the bed board in one fell swoop.

Bellatrix, who was thrown vigorously, had a noticeable convulsion of his body, and a rather painful moan came out of his mouth.

"Yo~ woke up?" Roger leaned over in surprise to see that the woman was blinking in confusion, as if she hadn't figured out what was going on.

Roger didn't pay attention to her, but went around to the side where Lupin was placed, and reached out and poked his ribs under his armpit: "Hey, people have woken up after being tortured for more than ten years, you should be about the same..."

Professor Lupin, who had been hit in the soft underbelly, opened his eyes and sat up with a sharp heart, but then his momentum subsided, and he looked at his surroundings with a languid look.

"Have we escaped from there? where is this?" asked the professor weakly as he moved to the edge of the bed with his hands propped up.

"An abandoned street in some of Northern Ireland's urban areas," Roger picked up a drink from a snack bag he had snatched last night but hadn't had time to eat and handed it to Lupin, "the portkey went wrong and didn't get us back accurately." ”

"Hmm—" Lupin replied in a heartless voice.

Seeing the professor's listless appearance, Roger swallowed back the words he had wanted to ask if he could take the two of them with the illusion.

Yesterday Lupin drank the Elixir as water, and now the side effects are coming to the door. Although IQ seems to be fine, it is not optimistic from the perspective of mental state. There is danger in that sense of omnipotence and heartfelt happiness, at least in Roger's opinion, which already has the necessary conditions to become a poison in the first place.

Lupin's performance was also quite similar to that state, sitting on the edge of the bed with a languid face, his eyes straight, staring at his toes stupidly, and his thoughts involuntarily diverged...

As he was talking, people began to be in a daze, not to mention phantom shifting, even chatting with him can kill the topic.

So Roger pouted, took out a few bags of snacks from the bag and threw them at the professor, and then left him alone.

On the other side, Bellatrix was no better than the professor, and he didn't know what his current situation was. Roger suspected that she hadn't been able to get a good night's sleep in Azkaban, after all, there were so many Dementors wandering around, and even if she fell asleep, it would be a nightmare.

After glancing at the two bewildered men, the boy did not speak again, but sat back on the three-legged chair, tore open a bag of potato chips, and ate them with a click.

After a while, Bellatrix's head, clouded by lethargy, finally reacted and realized his current situation.

"I, I'm really out...?" she looked at the dilapidated living room in disbelief, her palms clutching the straw beneath her.

"If we don't make it, we should be cellmates now," Roger said with a chuckle, munching on his snacks, "Don't worry, you're free now... At least it will be freer than in prison. ”

Bellatrix didn't bother to discern anything wrong with the boy's words, but watched the sunlight shining through the broken window for a long time.

Yesterday, before she was out of prison, she was surrounded by a large number of Dementors, this woman who had been tortured by Dementors, her mind was almost reflexively filled with fear and despair, and she couldn't hold anything else. Now that I have come to my senses, I feel the joy of being free.

Bellatrix was wrapped in his old robes, his bare feet on the wooden floor, and he walked cautiously towards the window that let in the sunlight.

But before she reached the window, she hesitated to stop again, but stretched out her thin fingers and trembled slightly to the warm and bright rays of sunlight, as if she wanted to grasp it firmly in the palm of her hand... That's the warmth of freedom!

Feeling the warmth of the sun and the crisp morning air wafting in through the holes in the windows, Bellatrix rushed over, pushed open the window, and looked out at the weedy, garbage-ridden abandoned garden, and the irrepressible laughter gradually increased, and finally turned into wanton laughter.

Laughing until his face turned red and he was about to breathe, Bellatrix turned around and looked directly at Roger.

"Who are you, and why did you come to save me?" she asked, panting roughly, moving her chair to the window, and basking in the sun.

"Roger Collins, currently working for the Dark Lord. Seeing that she had calmed down, the boy took out a few more bags of snacks and drinks and threw them over.

"You?" Bellatrix looked at Roger with suspicion, "I think you're still at Hogwarts at your age." ”

Although Bellatrix, who was out of the shadow of the Dementors, was weak, his brain was fortunately not chaotic, and at least he had a good attitude towards the person who saved him.

"As long as you have the ability, it will be useful to the Dark Lord, and age is not a problem. Or do you think my strength is not worthy of the title of Death Eater?" asked Roger with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Hearing this, Bellatrix's eyes involuntarily aimed at the suitcase that Roger had placed at his feet, and yesterday a single shot blasted the Dementors in the entire corridor to smithereens, even if she was in a state of horror, she still remembered it vividly.

And the fact that only two people were able to save themselves from Azkaban and get away is also telling.

"You are strong, stronger than most Death Eaters, and you are indeed appreciated by your master. Bellatrix whispered, letting down a trace of vigilance in her heart, and tore open a packet of potato chips in Roger's example.

However, Roger sighed and put down the half-eaten snack: "After all, the Dark Lord is still short of manpower, and he doesn't want to send me here at all." He hated that I was too young and might mess up this important matter, but I couldn't help it, there was no one around me except the two Dark Lords..."

Hearing this, Bellatrix became uncontrollably angry, and the potato chips in her hand were crushed by her: "I haven't been in Azkaban and suffered for my master, and I'm just free to go outside and not look for my master! Now that my master is back, I dare to act as if nothing happened!? How dare they... Those damn pigs!!"

Speaking of the back, the women began to scream and curse.

"Those Death Eaters probably don't know the situation yet..."Roger kindly excused the Death Eaters: "The Dark Lord is not in good shape, and when he really returns to his peak state, those people should return to the Dark Lord." ”

"It's a betrayal! Wait, you just said that the master is in a bad state?" Halfway through the scolding, Bellatrix grabbed the point that Roger wanted to reveal, and stood up suddenly, scattering potato chips on the ground.

"Well, although the Dark Lord has barely recovered, he is extremely weak, and even needs to be taken care of for walking and eating. Roger said honestly.

"What!?" Bellatrix couldn't hold back anymore, walked to Roger's side in three or two steps, grabbed his arm and said urgently: "Then you two are out, who will take care of the master?

"Don't worry, Mr. Snape is taking care of the Dark Lord," Roger explained softly, but before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by the agitated woman.

"Snape!" Bellatrix's lips quirmed, as if she had swallowed a particularly unpalatable pill, and the hand holding the boy's arm tightened: "The bastard who told the prophecy to his master, and the bad master fell to this fate, dared to show up!?

"Are you questioning the Dark Lord's decision?" Roger asked, looking aggressively into Bellatrix's eyes, which looked too thin and too thin.

"What... No, I'm not. The woman let go of the hand that was clutching the boy's arm: "I'm just, I'm just..."

"The Dark Lord told me that Mr. Snape was his most trusted confidant, and that if you question Snape's loyalty, you are questioning the Dark Lord. Roger said coldly, "And the Dark Lord also let him stay personally." ”

"Okay, okay... You're right, I shouldn't have questioned my master's decision," Bellatrix took a half-step back and explained to the boy, who was more than twenty years younger than herself, "but I was just disgruntled when I heard that nasty man who was full of empty words and liked to escape seized the opportunity to show his loyalty. ”

Roger's eyebrows raised slightly, and he quietly excused Snape: "Although Mr. Snape is a little mean at times, but in general he is still a good person... If he hadn't spoken for me, the Dark Lord wouldn't have let me take on this important task. You know, it was Mr. Snape who was appointed by the Dark Lord in the first place. ”

"Hmph, that's what he's always done," Bellatrix snorted with contempt, "to break into Azkaban and serve his master... If it were me, I would never hesitate to carry out my master's orders!, and that coward would only slip into his own snake hole when it really mattered. ”

"But you've done a good job, and the master will definitely reward you well when you get back. Speaking of the back, this woman still had an expression of "I am optimistic about you", and patted Roger on the shoulder encouragingly.

"That's what I'm supposed to do, and the Dark Lord has said you're his most loyal and reliable subordinate, and she's entrusted you with all the most precious things. Roger smiled shyly and slapped her on the back at the same time: "And we rescued you, and the Dark Lord will be able to be truly resurrected soon..."

"I know! I know that the master values me the most!" Bellatrix suddenly perked up, and said with an excited face: "Only by saving me can the master be resurrected... I am essential to the host!"

Saying that, she leaned over again, grabbed Roger's hand excitedly, and asked excitedly, "Tell me quickly, what does the master need me to do?"