The boy's lips under the mask twitched slightly at an angle that the wizards couldn't see...

The zombies were magically controlled by the Aurors, and their feet were floating off the ground and moving towards the hall, and Roger, who was not tall in the first place, was obscured by them, but most wizards focused on the 'Muggles', and did not have much vigilance against Roger, his 'own man'. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Zombies and Aurors walked past him slowly, and the boy didn't make a move as if he hadn't seen the moment.

Scrimgeour, the head of the Auror Command who had not let his guard down, raised his eyebrows slightly and smiled self-deprecatingly, "After all, there are so many elite wizards here, even if he wants to do it, he can only fight a few people and die here..."

The thought flashed through him, and Scrimgeur's wand lowered slightly, regardless of whether this 'own man' was telling the truth or not, but now it seemed that there was no attempt to escape.

The two wizards who had been picked out by Minister Fudge walked towards Roger, and the boy did not make the slightest movement, and let them pull their wands away.

"Come on, come with us to the dungeon. One of the wizards said, her wand pressed lightly against his waist, but had no intention of restraining him.

It's not that these Aurors aren't vigilant enough, it's that being held to someone with a wand in the wizarding world is the same fate as being held to a gun by an ordinary person.

Roger, whose weapon had been taken away, put down his hand and walked in front of the two without any burden.

The situation was effectively brought under control, and there were no additional casualties or losses, and the wizards were somewhat relieved.

"Now, Scrimgeour has someone to search the Ministry of Magic thoroughly from top to bottom so that no one slips through the net; Umbridge, you take someone to check the white flour piles there; Weasley, you take someone to the fourth floor; Crouch, focus on the ninth floor; Bones, you ......" Things weren't going to end so quickly, and Minister Fudge was pointing out the follow-up tasks one by one.

If you work overtime for several days and want to be lazy and have a good night's rest, you still don't even think about it.

Roger listened to Fudge's loud orders behind him, and walked briskly to the flour pile. The wizards in the rear don't have time to focus on themselves...

He walked in front, and the role of the leader was applicable everywhere, as long as he inconspicuously adjusted a little angle and took a distance diagonally forward, the two wizards behind him were naturally affected a little, and went around to the dead end of the wizard army in the rear...

"Hey, buddy, I see why aren't you curious about this powdery object?" Roger gestured to the flour pile, distracting the two wizards behind him.

"Not curious. One of the wizards said sullenly.

Roger slowly turned his body and walked backwards, and the two wizards did not stop, being pointed at two wands at the same time, and the wizard whose wand was confiscated was not a threat in their eyes.

The boy stretched out his arms and stopped, his tone slightly raised, looking a little excited: "Then let me tell you......!

Now is the time!

The boy's steps back abruptly flicked forward, and the two wizards who were originally following him were still listening to Roger's words, and they didn't have time to react before they were both wrapped around their necks by his outstretched arms, and then the boy hugged him hard into his arms...

"Gaba, Gaba!"

After two inconspicuous movements, the body of the wizard holding Roger softened. Gently lowering the two corpses to the ground, crouched and drew their wands, and suddenly pointed at the flour pile and cast an explosive spell.

Roger tried his best to make up stories to deceive trust, for this moment!

You know, the original plan was to use these zombies to delay time, so that Roger could lift the flour into the air and have a good suicide terrorist attack... But the undisciplined zombies knelt down when they appeared, directly blinding the wizards of the Ministry of Magic and him, and the boy had no choice but to use his three-inch incorruptible tongue, trying to make the group of wizards stupid for the host. Now it seems that the effect is a bit unexpected...

Although it can't last long, waiting for these wizards to calm down a little bit can sort things out, but this time alone is enough, Roger didn't expect to be able to drop the IQ of hundreds of wizards with his mouth cannon, and cheered to send him out of the gate... What should be fried still has to be fried.

Several blast spells hit the flour pile, and the bag burst with a bang, and the white powder flew up, but the loud sound instantly made the wizards in the main hall nervous.

The zombie Aurors didn't care about these 'Muggles' anymore, and threw them to the ground and turned towards Roger, their wands raised vigilantly.

Then I saw two familiar figures next to the flour pile fall to the ground, and the short 'own man' crouched on the ground and pointed his wand at the flour pile... The situation is clear at a glance.

Without a word, the Aurors, knowing the situation, fired a spell at Roger. Not to mention, an elite is an elite, and this group of guys has mastered silent spellcasting. If it weren't for the crackling sound of individual spells firing behind him, Roger might not have been able to detect that the wizards had attacked.

But attack, just attack, he doesn't bother to care about this kind of conventional-level attack spell, if he has the ability, he can use the life-requiring spell in front of the Minister of Magic, otherwise Roger won't even bother to hide.

"What's going on!?Why the sudden attack!?" The wizards, who had not yet dispatched for the minister's order, asked aloud because they didn't know what was going on.

"The wizard who was escorted resisted and defeated Wizard A and Wizard B!!" Auror replied loudly.

"Muggles have shot! Someone has been injured!" Roger also joined in the fun, confusing the two sides.

Ignoring the spell attacks of the Aurors behind him, the boy blew up the flour bag, and then used his wand in his left hand to control the dust particles scattered, and shouted happily, "Quick! Fight back! Ahhh Please take care of my daughter and tell her that her dad was killed by Muggles!"

“......”

Roger didn't say a few words before the Aurors' attacks stopped, and the flour particles were controlled and flew in the air, spreading outward around the boy at the same time. This concentration of dust particles made it impossible for the wizards on both sides to see the situation inside, whether the 'own person' who had launched the rebellion was dead or not, whether he had lost his combat effectiveness, or was he planning something?

But that doesn't stop wizards from being more vigilant against this strange phenomenon......