Roger hurriedly turned around and saw that he was wearing Mephisto's black cloak on his back, and suddenly sighed: "Shhhh I was shocked, I thought it was another one growing out of my body..."

"There's something wrong with your focus!" roared Ginny.

Roger waved their hand away from here, as the game's description said that the thing's cloak was poisonous.

Mephisto floated leisurely forward in the boy's body, and the butcher's knife in Roger's hand was also randomly slashed on the demonic void body, in this state, neither of them could hit anyone.

But suddenly, Mephisto's movements suddenly accelerated upward, and Roger only felt a slight pain in his chest, and then his whole body was involuntarily dragged into the air, and the barb-like tail was left in his body by the demon.

"Tsk, I don't have a long memory..."Roger grinned, and the butcher knife in his hand slashed at Mephisto's body hidden in the cloak, but suddenly felt a chill in his left eye and went black.

"Ahh

"Plug in the eyes... You're going to do it—" The creature used his remaining eye to see the bloodstained fingers sticking out of the demon's neckline, and he shamelessly accused.

How could Mephisto care about this complaint, his fingers kept stretching and contracting, opening transparent holes in Roger's body.

"Shattered bones!Thunderbolt explosion!" Two spells flew up from below, one piercing the cloak and hitting the wall, and the other hitting the back of the demon's head with precision, only to be bounced out.

Roger tilted his head one hundred and eighty degrees and said directly, "I don't need help here, magic doesn't work very well on it, you should rest or rest..."

His front teeth had been poked out, and his speech was a bit leaky.

"Look, I'll just say he's fine... Let's go and help my mom, Roger can do it himself..."Ginny's voice came from below.

Roger grinned and secretly calculated the time, Pandora's cooldown time should be almost up... So, as Mephisto poked his finger again, the creature lowered the suitcase-shaped box to his chest.

After three soft sounds, the demon realized that there seemed to be something wrong with the poke.

"I've been plugged in for so long, it's almost like honeycomb coal, haven't you had enough of it? Your desire is a little hard to satisfy...", spitting a groove on his mouth, this thing turned Pandora into a huge bazooka in the armpit.

The muzzle of the cannon hit Mephisto directly, and Roger smiled: "Come, laugh~"

"Boom!" The high-explosive ammunition made direct contact with the demon, and the impact of the explosion directly knocked the boy off Mephisto's tail hook, leaving a large blood stain on the ground.

The demon's gas cloak finally couldn't withstand Pandora's second bombardment, and it collapsed and disappeared into thin air, and a huge red carapace worm fell out of it, fell to the ground and quickly turned over.

"This look is much more downgrade..."Roger walked towards the worm covered in blood, Mephisto, who had lost his cloak and was lying on the ground like a large cricket, his hook-like tail raised high like a scorpion.

"When!" Roger blocked the tail that stabbed at him with a butcher knife, picked up the Pandora in his right hand and smashed it on the insect's head: "Aren't you very capable?

The rise of Roger Pandora's slashing turned into two arms slashing together after a few clicks, and the sound of "bang bang" like chopping meat filling was endless.

It wasn't until the butcher's knife was thrown away that the demon on the ground had indeed turned into dumpling filling, and except for its sturdy tail and hands, there was not a single piece of meat that could show that it was the same demon as the Grim Reaper just now.

Shaking off the meat mud on Pandora's box and stretching hard, Roger remembered that there seemed to be some minor troubles at the door that had not been solved...

He turned his head to look over, only to find that even with Caroline, Ginny, and Neville on board, the situation had not improved, and had even worsened, and it seemed that the scarecrow could break through the line at any moment to find trouble with the students behind him.

After all, casting magic requires concentration, always tense your nerves to defend against monsters that can pop up at any time, a negligence will be in danger of dying, after such a long and high-intensity battle, not to mention Harry and their junior brothers, even Blake feels tired.

Roger glanced around at the little lambs who were shivering around him, pouted, sat down on the chair next to the faculty seat, put his feet on the table, and hummed a little tune as he watched the battle situation at the door.

He's going to wait for Blake to see how those cowards will react when they can't hold on... That must be interesting.

However, Roger soon found that his wish was difficult to fulfill.

Hagrid's conspicuous man rushed in through the door, carrying a scarecrow in one hand in his huge palm, and slapped it into the middle, bursting the poor demon like a balloon.

However, he still looked a little embarrassed, his forehead was swollen, and his arm was cut open with a large opening, and he was bleeding uncontrollably, but it seemed that he didn't care much.

"Dumbledore said he was going to clean the doorway, so let me come in and help you. No one is hurt, is it?" Hagrid said in a gruff voice, as he strode in with a meteor under his feet.

"A student has been killed," Hermione said in a low tone, "another kind of monster has been destroyed by Roger." ”

"Who is it?" Hagrid hurriedly asked, "Is that my acquaintance?"

"I don't know, I don't know. Ginny, who had wandered around Mephistopheles, replied.

Hagrid wanted to ask something, but was interrupted by Blake: "Now is not the time to talk about this, let's get rid of these monsters first... Otherwise, we should be the ones who will be done!"

The giant's bloodline gave Hagrid immense strength, making these adult-sized scarecrows look like non-threatening rag dolls in front of Hagrid, and with the help of Professor Sprout and others around him, they slaughtered the scarecrows that burst into the city in three or two clicks.

Hermione and the others suddenly relaxed like a tight bowstring, Harry sat on the ground and refused to stand up; Hermione seemed to be on the verge of falling at any time, Caroline threw away the scarecrow's butcher's knife in her hand and helped her half to the stool next to the table to rest; Neville rested on the table for a while, wiping the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, looking like an old man.