"Don't make a fuss, Voldemort has to have this ability, he ruled the world more than ten years ago. Roger threw Pandora flat with a flick of his hand, after all, the attack surface could be a little larger, and the chance of being hit was higher.

Although I don't know why, when he was in the kingdom of Narnia, his head suddenly became less crooked, probably because his hands were no longer numb... Although it can be aimed more accurately when handjob, compared to firearms, darts don't have scopes, and it is basically a matter of luck to hit the enemy.

Just like this time, the Pandora boomerang flew out diagonally with the sound of the wind, severing the arm of a scarecrow's wooden pole and chopping it into the door frame... He was aiming for the one directly in front of him...

"Oops, your weapon looks so powerful," Fred of the twins exclaimed as he looked at the boomerang flying in front of him.

"You haven't seen anything really powerful, so wait, if the number of these monsters increases, you might be able to see them. Harry raised an eyebrow at the twins mysteriously.

"It's not yours, why are you so proud..."Roger glanced at him, flicked his wand casually, and began to paddle blatantly.

Dark magic that can cause damage can't be used indiscriminately here, and conventional magic is not very powerful against scarecrows, and Pandora, who can kill them, has been thrown out again, and it's better to rest and blow for the time being, after all, there are Blake and a few of them working hard.

"Hey, hey, hey... We've known each other for so many years, and I haven't been able to try Pandora once," Harry grinned, rubbed his hands and said flatteringly, "That thing is so powerful, and it can't be used indiscriminately, this is just the right opportunity, you see...?"

Roger glanced at him: "Want to play?"

Harry nodded forcefully.

"It's not impossible......

"Hey, I'm talking about you," Hermione's wand spewed out a rope that tied up a scarecrow in front of Roger, "If you don't help, hide behind me!

Ten people standing side by side were enough to block the door of the auditorium, and each person only needed to be responsible for the scarecrow that popped up in front of them, which was used to spread the pressure on each other. Roger's paddling attitude was too obvious, and it was inevitable that Hermione would complain.

"Yes, yes, you're right," Roger prevaricated and tied a scarecrow into a rather shameful pose.

"I'll just say yes to you, don't go back... Hurry up and imprison!" Harry shouted as he unleashed a spell.

Roger waved his hand casually, agreeing with the little savior's words. If you want to play, you can play, and it's not a big deal...

The scarecrows tied up at the door had been piled up, and a rough estimate of thirty or forty must have been there, not including those who fell into the fog and could not be seen.

And Blake is right, the number of scarecrows is increasing significantly, and Roger has not been paddling for two minutes, and four or five scarecrows have jumped out in front of him, and they have the posture of playing the essential function of cannon fodder, and they are drowning them with their bodies one after another.

The twins, who love to laugh the most, have no time to speak at this time, and the reciting of mantras alone already makes people's mouths feel dry.

"That's the benefit of practicing silent spells, save saliva..."Roger said with emotion, and Harry beside him shouted 'Quick Confinement' with great momentum, but it sounded like his voice was a little hoarse.

"It's not going to go on like this," said Mrs. Weasley, waving her wand and gasping slightly, the life of a housewife with seven children made her much less physically fit than before, "There are so many of these things, we should find a way to block the door..."

The thick fog at the entrance was like a thick wall, making it impossible to see through what was actually happening outside, and while these scarecrows were not a threat to wizards, their seemingly endless numbers were really stressful.

"I'm afraid not," Professor Sprout shook his head, "the door to the Great Hall is unlocked, and Dumbledore and several professors are still outside and haven't returned, using magic..."

"Dumbledore must have no problem," Blake said quickly, "I'm afraid that if Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick break through when they come back, it will be easy to get out of danger if they are blocked here." ”

"Headmaster Dumbledore will be fine when he comes back, let's hold on a little longer. Professor Sprout said.

"yes, he'll always have a way to solve everything. Mrs. Weasley nodded.

Roger watched their movements, rubbing his head, there was always a sense of immediacy playing Plants vs. Zombies again? The scarecrow is a zombie, and they are the pea shooters, and the little lambs behind them are the protected houses... It's a pity that there is no nut wall top in front as a meat shield...

"Actually, you don't need to show mercy," Roger smacked his lips as he watched them effortlessly subdue the scarecrows, "They don't have intelligence, they just act according to instinct, similar to... Kindness... Yin corpse!"

Rolling his eyes and thinking about it for a moment, he found a product in the wizarding world that was more similar to these cannon fodder.

"These monsters are much more difficult to deal with than the Yin Corps, at least the Yin Corps is also afraid of fire and sunlight, and their magic hits them without too obvious damage," Blake shot a spell at the scarecrow, in addition to knocking it away, the scarecrow got up from the ground unharmed and fought again.

"As far as I know, it's more effective to use physical attacks against them," Roger said.

"Well, isn't it because your shape-shifting magic weapon has a special effect?" Blake was stunned, and suddenly let the two scarecrows jump out.

"Probably not..."Roger wasn't quite sure, after all, Pandora was from Devil May Cry, and no one could say if it had effects such as damage amplification.

However, a few years ago in the United States, he used the scarecrow's own butcher knife to chop two, which should not be wrong.

Without further ado, the creature shook his hand and pulled one of the scarecrows in front of him with a rope, and at the same time stepped on it, kicking the wooden arm where the butcher's knife was placed into two pieces. He bent down and picked up the huge blade and weighed it twice, turning the tip of the knife to nail the scarecrow deep into the ground with all his might.

The scarecrow's body swelled and shriveled, twisting everywhere as if in great pain, and puffs of black smoke erupted from where it had been pierced by the knife.

Until the black smoke cleared, the scarecrow was shriveled and only a layer of linen was left, a puddle of sticky black water like asphalt.