Reminiscent of what Roger said before, 'It's uncomfortable to have no head', doesn't this mean that 'it' won't die at all if it has no head?

The old man suddenly felt that his mind suddenly cleared up, and he discovered the truth of the facts. After all, it's an alien, and it's not uncommon to think with a belly button, and maybe the lump of flesh on the top of someone's neck is not an important organ. It's like a person's appendix...?

Slowly packed the snacks, the supermarket owner said loudly with three points of vigilance, three points of caution, three points of curiosity and ninety-four points of temptation: "This... This guest, a total of 73 pounds and 61 pence..."

Roger took his eyes off the TV show and looked at the two large bags of snacks and drinks on the counter, and the Pandora in his hand was again deformed without warning, pressing against the old man's stomach.

"Ahh I'm really sorry, I didn't have any money with me, so I'm going to rob you, okay?" the boy said softly.

The old man looked at the hideous huge bazooka in front of him, exhaled heavily in his nostrils, and did not speak, is there an option for him to say no in this situation?

"It seems that in addition to inaccurate marksmanship, you are still a very generous person~" Roger under the mask laughed at the old man.

The old man snorted angrily and didn't speak, staring at the goods to take back Pandora and lift the snacks, and with the other hand dragged the two on the ground to the street, and walked out without looking back.

After he had walked far away to make sure he wouldn't look back, the old man quickly picked up the phone under the counter and dialed the 999 emergency number: "Hey, this is the gas station at No. 17 in the Gramere neighborhood, I'm Amy Opson." I'm going to call the police, an alien just robbed my supermarket ......"

"Sorry sir, are you awake now? This is the emergency alarm telephone control center, and all your words will be recorded. "The telephone operator is obviously very experienced in receiving this kind of guy who has nothing to do all day long and always has to harass the emergency police.

"What? I didn't drink! I saw it dragging two corpses around with my own eyes!" cried the old man dissatisfied.

"Body, are you sure?" the operator's tone immediately became serious.

"Yes, I'm sure there are two bodies, one man and one woman," the old man said conclusively, "and the death is terrible... I guess the alien was going to be taken to a spaceship to dissect human tissue..."

In the face of this kind of sci-fi remarks, the person on the other end of the phone was obviously silent for two seconds before asking, "... What do you call aliens look like?"

"I don't see it, it's wearing a yellow and white gas mask... I suspect it's some kind of oxygen-converting respirator... Oh, the features?" reminded the old man on the other side that it was necessary to pay attention to murder cases.

"It's not tall, about a little over 1.5 meters, it's not fat, it's a little thin, but it's very strong, and according to its own words, its head doesn't seem to be their point... It also carries a suitcase that is particularly ornate and emits a special glow on the surface, and that box can be turned into some kind of weapon, so be careful!"

After listening to the old man's description, the other side of the microphone was so silent that only the sound of breathing could be heard, and after a long time, this sentence came out: "Have you taken some illegal drugs that can make you feel a little more refreshed..."

"I'm sixty-three! I've never taken drugs! I'm not drunk! That box is so special that you can tell at a glance that it's not something from earth!" exclaimed, the supermarket owner.

"Well, we'll be sending someone over soon, so please try to stay in your own supermarket and don't walk around. The operator said with a hint of helplessness, and ended the conversation.

After all, no matter how bizarre the murderer is, since someone called the police to say that there was a homicide, it is impossible for the emergency police general control center to ignore this information, and will only immediately notify the local police station to investigate the matter. After all, there was a robber in Balimemena last week who robbed in a Franklin mask.

However, Roger, who was forcibly installed as an alien, roamed the streets without knowing anything about it. Lupin and Bellatrix's bodies rubbed against the ground, echoing the sound of the plastic bags in their hands crashing.

I don't know how far it is from the heart of Cookstown, but the abandoned streets and scattered shops indicate that there must be some distance away.

Roger completely gave up the plan to find a hotel to live in, although he didn't know what the supermarket owner was thinking behind just now, but his previous attitude always made this product find out that he was carrying these two burdens, and it was unlikely that he would appear in front of ordinary people safely.

So the thing decisively set its sights on the vehicles parked on both sides of the street, and the two burdens could not withstand being thrown on the ground and dragged away overnight.

After casually finding a car that looked good but Roger didn't recognize, the suitcase smashed the driver's window, and in the shrill siren, the cargo calmly threw the two unconscious people into the back seat.

Then the lights of the surrounding houses began to turn on, and an old lady in pajamas poked her head out of the window on the second floor: "Turn off the siren, you idiot!"

"Hey, I've got up early tomorrow to work overtime, buddy, don't make a fuss!" a mouthful of white teeth flickered in the darkness.

"What the hell... No, that's my car!You bastard, stop!" a very young woman opened the window to see what was going on, but soon found out that it was her own car that called the police.

Roger glanced at the woman with the car door, and said with a smile: "This model is not suitable for a little girl like you... It's better to get another one. ”

Saying that, he sat in the car unceremoniously, quickly turned off the siren with a manual ignition, stepped on the accelerator, and rushed out with the butt of the car in front of him.

Robbery of supermarkets plus theft of cars... Oh, and maybe a serial killing? Roger was sure that after he was gone, the old man would have made it a hundred times more serious when the police seized him. Staying around here any longer is bound to be in trouble.

So when the goods reached the intersection, they turned around, made a big circle, and then returned to the abandoned neighborhood where they had been teleported to in the first place. No way, if Lupin and Bellatrix don't wake up, Roger can't even drive back to London directly... There's a big strait in between. You can't hijack a car and then a ship, and then a plane after hijacking a ship?

Roger didn't care about the violent mechanism that attracted ordinary people, but if the sensation caused was too big for the Ministry of Magic to intervene, it would not be easy to slip away. You know, Bellatrix, a first-class prisoner in Azkaban, is slumped in the back seat of his car...

And even if the people from the Ministry of Magic don't like to go to Azkaban very much, the Dementors who are ostensibly protected (hired?) by the Ministry of Magic can run to the boss to complain... So Roger didn't expect this to be hidden from tonight.

You know, Dumbledore's cover is not to cover up the robbery of Azkaban, but to cover up the record of Roger's traces of casting spells outside the school. In other words, it was just to help Roger get a typical 'alibi'.

So it's better to keep a little low-key.

After twisting and turning through the streets, I finally drove under a dry bridge hole overgrown with weeds under the compass, and drove in from behind the abandoned street.

As for choosing a house, it doesn't matter, although some roofs have collapsed, doors and windows are broken, but there are still some that can be seen after all.

Roger picked a house that was still in good condition, took out his wand and cleaned up the dust and debris that had accumulated more than a finger thick while no one was around, and used his magic to form a crooked double bed in the house, and then dried the weeds from the outside and spread them on the bed, and then threw Lupin and Bellatrix on it.

Invisible to ordinary people, with adult wizards around, Roger doesn't have to worry that the Ministry of Magic will find out about the anomaly.

Taking off the gas mask on his face and throwing it aside, the boy sat down on a chair with only three legs left with a snack bag: "I always feel like that's the disadvantage of eating snacks like this... If only there was a TV. ”

The boy thinks that the latest remake of Robin Hood that he just watched in the supermarket is actually quite interesting.

"Is it because I've been in this outdated era for a long time, and even my vision is outdated..."This thing chewed potato chips and chattered to himself: "Wumao special effects can be watched with relish, it's really embarrassing..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Roger suddenly put down his snacks in a daze, and when he mentioned the five-cent special effects, he found that he seemed to have not seen a movie for a long time...

With this thought, the boy couldn't stop wanting to go out of this place and find a movie theater to watch a midnight show!

But turning his head to look at Bellatrix, who was lying on the simple bed board and sleeping, it seemed a little irresponsible to throw down the important person who was very difficult to get out of it defenselessly.

"Then take it with you!" "The thought of watching a midnight show together, this thing's heart itched uncontrollably like a cat scratch, as if he hadn't been to the cinema since he came to this world.

Ripping off Lupin's tattered robe, cleaning it up a little with a cleansing charm, wrapping it around Bellatrix's body, and when he saw his shoulder, he was ready to go out.

But at this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door. Roger frowned, threw down Bellatrix, took Pandora in one hand and drew his wand in the other, and walked vigilantly to the door. Could it be that the police of the Eagle Country were so efficient that they directly found his hiding place in only half an hour?

Or is it that after the Ministry of Magic changed an able minister, along with those corpse vegetarian guys, they all got attribute bonuses?

The knock on the door sounded again unhurriedly, and the crisp sound was particularly loud in the silent night.

After Pandora turned into a three-barreled bazooka, the boy hid by the side of the door, quietly opened the door with his wand, and if the situation was not right, he was ready to say hello with a rocket first.

But when the door opened, the first thing that caught the eye was the silver-haired and silver-haired beards that could be tucked into their belts.

"Dumbledore!?Why are you here?" Seeing such an iconic thing, Roger directly put down Pandora's box and asked.

However, 'Dumbledore' did not answer the boy's question, but said helplessly: "I didn't expect you to be unable to recognize who I am after all these years?"

As he spoke, the old man took a step forward, and the big belly with a wonderful arc rushed into the doorway. The old man was dressed in a crimson robe, and his face was full of red with a smile of helplessness.

"Shhhh You're—" Roger frowned and gasped, "Aren't you... That one.. Who's that?"

The old man opened his mouth, but was immediately interrupted by the boy: "Don't talk, I can remember... Aha, the old man with leftover eggs~ The old man with leftover eggs in the big closet!"

Santa Claus looked at the goods with a puzzled expression: "After so many years, you still have a problem with your accent... Lad. ”

"Don't worry about these details," Roger put his arm around Santa's shoulders and welcomed him into the house.

Ignoring Bellatrix, who was casually thrown in the foyer, Roger led the old man to the living room with broken furniture and asked curiously, "I remember that large wardrobe in my house must have been burned to charcoal by a fire, how did you get here?"

Santa Claus carefully sat down on the three-legged stool and said, "That wardrobe in Narnia is not just connected to a passageway, but any cabinet with some mysterious power can be connected by Narnia's magical wardrobe for some time. ”

"Oh~" Roger nodded knowingly, there are many cabinets with mysterious powers in the wizarding world. (Disappearing lockers: Generally sold in pairs, when people are in danger and hide in one of the vanishing lockers, they will be directly transferred to the other vanishing locker.) More than ten years ago, when Voldemort was on the rise, the Vanishing Cabinet was almost sold out. ）

"So what are you doing here? It's up to you to take care of this side? It's not Christmas yet, is it? Is it going to replenish the stock?" the boy asked curiously, "Narnia has resumed Christmas, must the backlog of gifts from those years be about to be given away? ”

The compass that Santa Claus gave her had done him a lot of help, and now as soon as he saw the big money owner coming, the goods immediately aimed at Santa's remaining inventory.

It's all good things, if it weren't for the fear of not being able to beat a person who has been famous for a long time (god?), Roger would definitely have to rob it.