Roger's shouting had a somewhat disadvantaged effect on the wizards' judgment, but it didn't stop the wizards from being more vigilant against this strange phenomenon...

Engrossed in raising their wands, the wizards cautiously approached the suspended dust. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Get rid of the white powder with the Cleanup Charm! and the closed fireplace!" Auror Director Scrimgeour commanded loudly.

The Ministry of Magic, like Hogwarts, has a restriction on apparitions, and only the fireplace is available for apparition at work... But it didn't work, and Roger wouldn't do it at all.

However, the boy had to pay attention to the previous order, this thing was just some ordinary flour, and even if it was scattered, it couldn't help but clean up a few cleaning spells, so as soon as the Auror director's words fell, the boy immediately stopped expanding the dust floating range and prepared to detonate directly.

"Hey, the Sun thief who spoke just now!" Roger didn't hear who it was, but this didn't prevent him from opening his mouth: "Grandpa gave you a big gift, I wish you a good shot~"

As he spoke, he took out a metal lighter, fastened the strap of the coin bag, stuffed it into his mouth, and swallowed it into his stomach.

"Ding!

The sparks splashed by the friction between the flint and the grinding wheel instantly ignited the cotton rope soaked in kerosene, and the orange-red flame just ignited...

"Boom !!"

Roger only felt a light in his eyes, followed by darkness again...

The air floating in flour turned into magma-colored flames at about the same time due to a cluster of flames, and Roger may not have had time to spread the scope to include the wizards of the Ministry of Magic in the range of dust, but the hundreds of more than 5 kilogram bags of flour weighed half a ton, and the high temperature and high pressure and shock wave generated by the violent exothermic reaction caused a strong destructive effect.

The scorching wave of explosion swept across the entire hall and half of the corridor, Roger is not the culprit, the first to bear the brunt is the unruly zombies and the Aurors who escorted them, they were about to release the clean-up curse after receiving the order of the Auror supervisor, and suddenly found that their target fire exploded, and only a few realized that it was not good to change the spell to the iron armor spell to protect their own safety...

Unfortunately, the Dust Explosion or the low-profile Cloud Burst Bomb did not rely on the impact of the explosion that was not violent, but on the high temperature and the suffocation that it is most famous for.

Moreover, the energy released by such a large equivalent amount of dust is equivalent to 22 tons of TNT being detonated, which is not something that a mere iron armor spell can resist.

There was no difference between these resisting and non-resisting Aurors in this instant, and the robes on their bodies turned to flying ashes, and the water in their bodies was evaporated, and their bodies were turned into dry and charred corpses, which lay on the floor and burned like dry wood.

On the other side, the wizards in the corridor ended up much better than these Aurors who escorted the zombies.

The wizards who were able to capture monsters in the Fog of Hampste were no worse than the Aurors in terms of combat, and they didn't use all of the Aurors to escort the zombies...

At the moment of the life-and-death crisis, the convenience of the fireplace in the corridor that can be accessed is close to you, so that many wizards choose to rush into the fireplace and escape from the apparition.

But Rao, the wizards who stayed here forever in the corridor were much more than the Aurors who escorted the zombies...

All the flames didn't burn for long, and in less than a few seconds, there was not a single burning corpse in the main hall on the eighth floor, which might not be the case if it was on the open surface, but the Ministry of Magic was built underground, in a completely closed environment, and the air circulation system could not keep up with the air extraction phenomenon caused by the dust explosion, and it would take at least four or five minutes for the dust explosion to fill the area with air.

On the dead eighth floor of the underground floor, a short corpse moved slightly, like a caterpillar out of a cocoon, the charred and necrotic skin on the surface of the corpse cracked, and a crumpled body jumped out of it.

Roger touched his belly, looked around for a week, his lips opened and closed a few times, but no movement came out, he pursed his eyebrows, and then he was suddenly surprised, there was no medium for sound in a vacuum.

If you can't speak, you won't say anything, anyway, there is no sense of accomplishment in taunting a pile of corpses, the boy raised his neck to look at the above, and then grabbed his belly with both hands, and ten fingers dug deep into the flesh and tore it to both sides, and the blood that had lost a lot of moisture flowed out viscous and slowly, and after reaching the outside of the body, it was slightly blue.

Roger pouted and ripped his stomach open, and the coin bag was unharmed. With two flicks of his blood-stained hands, he pulled out his wand from both sides and waved it above his head, and the phone booth used by the foreign guests began to descend.

Taking advantage of this, the boy found a set of sportswear and put it on himself, and took out a bottle of carbonated drink to rehydrate.

But what I didn't expect was that the bottle cap was just twisted and the bubbles sprayed out, and the drink in the bottle was boiling in a high-pressure vacuum environment.

Smacking his mouth, he threw the drink away, let's wait and drink something later...

Back in the phone booth, Caroline was watching him against the gray wall beside him.

Roger walked out with his nostrils digging his nostrils, and gasped deeply: "Whew... It feels good to be able to breathe~"

Caroline was also visibly relieved, and said with some complaints: "Why did it take so long to come up, I thought something happened to you down there..."

"Hey, don't look at who I am!, what can those tricksters do to me!?" said Roger, with a very stinky head raised.

"Cut, virtue..."The old lady took a bite of him with her arm in her arms, and then asked, "The matter is done, shall we drive back now...?"

At this time, the sky was no longer dark, the horizon in the distance was hazy and indigo, and the summer sun was about to rise.

Roger took a deep breath of the cool air peculiar to the early morning, took out a bottle of drink, and said, "I'm too lazy to move... Why don't you just find a hotel for a big meal and make up for sleep?"

Caroline muttered, "It's not good... After all, the Granger family lives in our house, and the two of us as masters have disappeared, so I guess we have to rush to them..."

"Now I know you're still asking that kind of nonsense. The boy glanced at his sister with disdain and walked out.

After a short stretch of distance from the phone booth to the box at the corner of this small street, Roger drank seven or eight bottles of drink without interruption, and then took out a mask from his coin bag and put it on the driver's seat.