"All that's left is the remnants of the soldiers hiding all over the school, and it's not worth worrying about. Acting Minister Scrimgeour glanced at Roger with disapproving eyes, and waved his hand in a rough voice.

They fought hard with the demon in front, but this annoying boy was drinking afternoon tea leisurely in the back, which was really a fire when he saw it, but he couldn't send someone to throw him into the stove and send him home, because no one knew this strange fog and demons better than him. This makes Roger even more of an eyesore.

"It's not that simple," Roger picked up the teapot on the small wooden table next to him, poured a cup of hot tea, and passed it in the direction of Scrimgeur: "Maybe it was the illusion that the monsters in Hampstead last summer gave you, thinking that if you kill all these monsters, everything will be fine... But this time I was a little worried. ”

The Acting Minister reached out to take the cup handed by the boy, but who knew that the elbow of the thing turned around the road and handed it to Professor McGonagall on the side, and the Acting Minister stretched out half of his hand and rubbed his head awkwardly, and even the green tendons on it burst out.

Scrimgeour suppressed his anger and gritted his back molars and asked, "Then what are you worried about..."

"A large black slab in the middle of the Forbidden Forest," Roger pointed to Hermione, Harry, and Hagrid with a breezy look, "They all know about it." ”

Scrimgeour's head snapped at the half-blood giant, trying to verify what the boy had said. Because of Roger, he now lacks the slightest desire to talk to the kids, especially him, and Hermione and Harry, who are with him.

Hagrid saw the Acting Minister's inquiring gaze and nodded at his embarrassed head: "Inside the Forbidden Forest is a huge black slab, Dumbledore went to check it before this fog appeared, but found nothing. ”

"That thing is called the Gate of Hell, and it is the passage connecting the Demon Realm and the human world," Roger took a sip of hot tea and said slowly, "As far as I know, there is no way for humans to enter the Demon Realm through that, but demons can enter the human world through that." ”

"Why does the gate of 'hell' lead to the 'Demon Realm'... These two words don't mean the same thing. Hermione couldn't help but whisper from behind.

Roger: "Uh... This is probably a translation problem with the Sinicization group?"

Before Hermione could ask what the Sinicization Group was, Professor McGonagall coughed loudly, interrupting the two bear children from a casual conversation.

Then he asked urgently: "Then according to what you said, as long as that black stone slab still exists, there will be a steady stream of demons rushing out of the demon realm?"

"I think it's possible," Roger said.

Acting Minister Scrimgeour's thick eyebrows furrowed together, and he asked unceremoniously, "What is the evidence for your claim?"

Roger pointed to the gate blocked by the Aurors, "You can all see the corpses of the demons outside the door, right? But the great demon of the Achedna Grass Flower Snake generally does not hang up easily, and when he was killed in the human world, he did not leave a corpse, but turned into a grass-green light and flew back here quickly, and he must have returned to the demon world through the gate of hell. ”

"At that time, the grass flower snake was thousands of miles away from Hogwarts, and apart from this answer, I don't think it used itself to fertilize the Forbidden Forest when it came all the way back..."

"Since demons can return to the demon realm through the gates of hell, then demons can also come to the world through the gates of hell. So, like I said, before it's time to cheer for victory, there's a big mess waiting for you to clean up..."

By the time Roger finished his speculation, the anger on Scrimgeur's face had long since disappeared, and he no longer cared about the offense of a bear child before, and more importantly, he was waiting to deal with it.

The Acting Minister and the professors exchanged glances, and Professor McGonagall pulled out the map of the living point that Dumbledore had given her, "Roger, can you mark the location of the Gates of Hell on the map?"

"Professor McGonagall, leave it to me, I've been to the Forbidden Forest several times to find out the cause of the earthquake and know the exact location of the black stone. Hagrid said in a gruff voice.

Professor McGonagall handed the map to the hunting ground guard, the big man, who had been swollen with one demon and bulged out into a large bag, red and purple, squeezing his small eyes into a slit.

Hagrid took a long time from the pocket of the weasel coat he wore all year round, and then pulled out a bald quill, stared at one eye and bit the tip of his tongue to spot an ink spot on the map of living spots.

"Are you sure it's here?" asked Scrimgeour in disbelief as he looked at the location marked on the map.

"Don't worry, this map is very detailed, and I don't know how many times I've been to the Forbidden Forest, unless that black stone can run, it won't go wrong. Hagrid said confidently.

"Are you familiar with the Forbidden Forest?" the Acting Minister asked, "Can you take us to the Black Stone in this weather?"

"With this amazing map, it should be fine," Hagrid thought for a moment, "and you won't find anyone at Hogwarts who is more familiar with the Forbidden Forest than I am." ”

"Okay, then we'll take a break and let's go," Scrimgeour patted Hagrid's arm dryly, "Otherwise, the longer it drags on, the worse it will be for us." ”

With that, the Acting Minister began to gather the many Aurors scattered throughout the castle, distributing energy potions so that the whole team could set off together.

Last night, Fudge rushed into the fog with a team of dozens of Aurors, and it turned out to be a food delivery, which had to make Scrimgeour vigilant about the next action, so as not to follow in Fudge's footsteps.

Otherwise, he would have been the shortest-serving Minister of Magic in history, breaking Basil Fleck's record of only two months in power. (Fleck resigned in 1752 after a rebellion by goblins and werewolves.) ）

A few hours later, the sun began to slowly set in the west, and Hogwarts began to dim under the fog, forcing Scrimgeour to leave behind a team of overdrawn Aurors who had not yet recovered to guard the castle.

The fog after dark is literally capable of devouring the light, and no one can be sure how many demons will crawl out of the gates of hell for a night.

They had completely believed Roger's speculation, or rather, they could only believe Roger's speculation, because no one except him knew about the monster that appeared in this world for the first time.