Transforming his suitcase into a three-barreled bazooka and carrying it on his shoulder, he squinted his eyes at the center of the battle. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

But after a little thought, Roger put down the bazooka again, turned around and pulled a set of tables, chairs and benches from behind, fixed the bazooka on it a little, and then he tore the carpet, bed sheets, and quilts into a long rope, and tied it to the trigger of the bazooka.

After aligning the crosshair again, the cargo dragged the rope out of the tent obscenely and walked in the opposite direction of the battlefield.

When he was away from the center of the fierce field, Roger straightened up without hesitation, and trotted all the way up, until the homemade rough rope in his hand suddenly stopped, and then the thing suddenly stopped and turned to look back.

The light that was characteristic of the magic released in the distance was flickering, but it was immediately covered by a large, but not dazzling firelight, and then the familiar explosion of a rocket burst reached Roger's ears.

After admiring the ultra-small mushroom cloud with a sound in his mouth, the boy threw down the strip of cloth in his hand and ran into the forest, still tossing the rag strip in his hand.

I can't do that if I don't... No matter how accurate that shot is, it is impossible to wipe out all the wizards who stand in a scattered position. Coupled with the obvious trajectory of the Pandora Bazooka, firing the cannon at such a close range would make it easy for the wizards in the ministry to locate and apparage, but like now, they would not be able to determine the exact location and would have to run after Pandora.

As for running, Roger thinks that this group of weak chickens can only eat ash behind his ass.

If... That shot didn't hit crookedly... Maybe things will turn out the way Roger envisioned...

But Pandora has recoil when it is launched, and Roger's strength is far more than the normal number of times, and he ignores this every time he launches, but this does not mean that Pandora has no recoil...

The three rockets hit 108,000 miles away from the center of the battle, and only four or five tents that were next to each other were blown to pieces.

Both sides of the combatants were taken aback by the commotion, with the former Death Eaters believing that the Ministry of Magic had been ruthless and preparing to clean them up despite the safety of the Muggle Administrator's family, while the Ministry of Magic thought it was pressing too hard, and the Death Eaters began to prepare for a life-threatening raid...

The two sides tacitly stopped the joke-like spell attack, and the beautiful misunderstanding made them start to enter the stage of staring at each other.

But just then, a huge, green light suddenly appeared in the forest where the children had taken refuge, and it suddenly jumped up to the treetops and flew into the air.

It was a gigantic skeleton, made up of countless turquoise star-like things, and a large python emerged from the skeleton's mouth like a tongue.

Roger also noticed this extremely conspicuous thing in the darkness, and he watched the skeleton rise higher and higher, shining brightly in a cloud of green smoke, like a new constellation against the dark night sky.

"Yo, Dark Mark ... It seems that Mr. Soverdog, who is hiding his head and tail, has escaped from the chaos?" Roger stopped his flight, and stood in the open space between the tents and said to himself, "The wizards in that department should not care about me..."

The skeleton has now risen very high, illuminating the entire woods like a terrifying neon signboard.

Roger began to wander towards the location marked by the skull again, and according to the original story, Harry and Hermione should have been waiting directly below the marker...

While on the way, the creature picks up Pandora with the rope in his hand and casts a cleansing spell with his wand... The bazooka-shaped Pandora has a lot of dirt on it.

Turning it back into a suitcase and putting it back in his backpack, Roger bumped into a group of teenage boys and girls in pajamas on the side of the road, huddled together and arguing about something.

When they saw Roger, a little girl with thick curly hair turned around and quickly said, "Where is Madame Maxime?

"What did you say?" Roger didn't understand, muttering what seemed to be a foreign language.

"Oh," the little girl said, turning back again.

Roger walked on, clearly hearing her say "Hogwarts"... It is estimated that these are all students of foreign schools.

Without paying much attention to the crooked nuts, Roger continued to walk forward, and by the time he felt the Dark Mark directly underneath it, there was already a large crowd of people gathered there, Hermione and Harry were surrounded by the group, and the house-elf sitting in the back of the game was also in the circle, screaming and throwing himself at the feet of a wizard in a suit and leather shoes who looked like a bank clerk.

"No, master, no clothes, no clothes!" cried the house-elf.

However, the wizard who seemed to be its owner took a step back, free from the elf's entanglement. He looked down at Shimmer, as if she were some filthy rot thing that was staining his polished shoes.

Roger recognized the man in his fifties, Barty Crouch, who was currently the director of the Department of International Magical Exchange and Cooperation, with a straight waist, stiff movements, short black hair combed neatly, and a thin slit in the middle that would make any OCD person feel comfortable looking at it.

"I don't need house-elves who disobey my orders," said Mr. Crouch coldly, "I don't need a servant who forgets to obey his master's will and protect his master's reputation." ”

The house-elf cried so hard that its high-pitched, thin cry echoed in the clearing.

After a strange silence, Mr. Weasley whispered, "Well, if there's no objection, I'll take my men back to the tent." Come on, you two..."

With that, he turned and walked Harry and Hermione out of the clearing, through the woods.

"We need to get back to the tent as soon as possible... What happened to the others?" Mr. Weasley's voice revealed some anxiety.

"We were separated from them in the dark. Harry said, then asked, with some strange questions, "Why are you so nervous about that skeleton?"

"I'll explain it to you when I get back to the tent. Mr. Weasley said anxiously.

"Because that's Voldemort's mark, and every time it appears, it means that someone is going to die," Roger's mournful voice rang in Harry's ears.

"Ah!!h

"Roger!?Why are you here? We've been looking for you for a long time... Ginny, what about them?" Hermione, who was calm, saw Roger's face clearly, and the question erupted like a cannon.