After a long time, when he knew that Roger's head had hit something coldly, he realized that this torturous journey was over, and he pulled out his wand and bit of the stone blocking the entrance of the cave and said, "Left and right separation!"

The rocks immediately parted to the left and right to make way of the hole, and Roger climbed out first, reaching out to help Hermione and Harry climb up.

"Whew... I really admire how Ginny and Luna walked back and forth in one day at that time..."The little savior held the statue of the One-Eyed Witch and gasped: "It's too much exercise, more tiring than my Quidditch training all day." ”

"After all, I wasn't in such a hurry," Roger shrugged his shoulders and said, "It's also possible that you are too weak and should eat more lamb kidneys to make up for it." ”

After resting against the statue for a while, Hermione, who had recovered her strength, suddenly noticed that something was wrong.

"Don't you think it's too quiet here?" said the girl.

"Everyone is gone, it's definitely not so noisy...", Harry also reacted halfway through the sentence, "yes! How can it be so quiet! Even if there are not many people in the professor and the Ministry of Magic, the sound of spells should be heard during the battle!"

The two friends looked at Roger at the same time for an answer.

"Look at what I'm doing, I know where I'm going," the creature said, rolling his eyes.

Hermione flipped over a compass bigger than him, "Don't you have a compass for finding someone?"

"I'm thinking about my baby," Roger pouted, pulling a compass from his pocket and opening the lid to see the needle pointing behind his back.

"Alright, come with me, let's go to the dormitory first. Closing the lid, the boy beckoned to his friend.

"What are you doing in the dorms?" asked Harry.

"Have you ever seen a compass pointing up and down?" Roger choked angrily, "I still have a map in my dormitory, and that's a good thing to find someone." ”

Wandering up to the eighth floor, he escaped from the suitcase under the bed and poked his wand on it: "I solemnly swear that I have not done anything good." ”

Lines of ink as thin as spider webs immediately began to emerge from where the wand touched, and the lines converged and crossed each other, eventually spreading across the entire parchment.

"Wow~" Harry couldn't help but marvel at all the details that depicted the castle and the various grounds in as much detail as possible.

Spread out the map, and it was easy to spot a few small lumps of ink dots gathered together when there were not many people in the school.

"Well, I'll see," Roger pointed at the dot of ink on the map outside the castle, "Adonis Sorayan, Gustav Richardson, Brian Wycliffe, Tim Alec... Do you know any?"

Hermione and Harry shook their heads.

"Presumably from the Ministry of Magic," Roger moved his finger to another dot of ink, making it easier to identify: "Abner Occam, Gail Hetty, Darren Hubbard... Well, I don't know either... Looks like the Ministry of Magic sent a lot of people. ”

By the time of the third batch, Roger finally saw a familiar name: "Nymphadora Tonks... She's here too?"

"Why, you know?" asked Hermione.

"I've met once, the Auror of the Ministry of Magic, a natural disguised Magus. Roger said casually, and his eyes began to wander, and finally found a group of people led by Old Deng in the Slytherin common room.

"Why are they there? Blake's most hated thing is probably Slytherin," Harry looked at the map that showed that it belonged to the Slytherin lounge, where the ink spots of Black, Bill, Hagrid, and the others remained motionless.

"Maybe they found something there. Hermione said.

"It's useless to guess here for a year, let's go," Roger slipped the parchment into Hermione's arms, lifted Pandora and said, "Let's go down and see how badly these old people are beaten." ”

The upper floors were fine, but when they went down to the second floor, it showed that the battle had been raging last night, the windows in the corridors and stairs were shattered, the walls, floors and ceilings were stained with asphalt-like slime, the traces of incantation explosions and knife marks were everywhere, candlesticks, torches, armor, statues and murals were scattered on the floor, and the doors of some classrooms in the corridors were shattered.

The scarecrow's sack body and butcher's knife were scattered all over the ground, occasionally mixed with the corpses of unknown monsters, and inconspicuous coagulated blood covered in slime... All of them show the intensity of last night's fighting.

Walking through this narrow corridor, the shoes stepping on the slime and the strange sound of "haw, haw, chirp", the violence, blood and death around him are so oppressive that it seems that threats are everywhere.

Hermione and Harry's breathing involuntarily quickened, and they drew their wands and looked warily at any nook and cranny around them that might be hiding enemies.

A series of soft rings of "jingle bells" made the two children who had already stretched their nerves to the extreme like frightened birds, and the two smashing spells shot almost simultaneously in the direction of the sound.

The half-cut brass candlestick that was still rolling had vanished even the last bit of wreckage under the spell.

"I'm sorry, I accidentally kicked that thing," Roger looked back and spread his hands with a smile: "I caused you to be fertilized~"

Harry grinned reluctantly, knowing that this thing was deliberate, and now he was in no mood to fight him about it.

Descending to the first floor, the situation was even worse than above, with the castle's gates left only with a solitary frame, a translucent barrier replacing the heavy panels, and a thick layer of asphalt-like slime extending from the outside to the foyer.

But apparently this place has been hastily cleaned up, except for the small pieces of flesh that are not easy to find in the slime, and the corpses are probably thrown out.

Roger was able to come to this conclusion solely because he kicked out a half slap from his feet with three fingers left...

The Great Hall was no better, the tables and stools of the four houses were shattered into a pile of firewood, and a large number of deep circular holes were evident in the floor and walls, and a large hole had been knocked out of the wall on the right, but the gap was also filled by a transparent barrier.

There is not much mucus here, and it is obvious that the blood has clotted and turned black everywhere.

"Oh my God, what the hell happened last night!" Hermione whispered, covering her mouth with her hands.

"Barbecue party, or carnival party?" Roger rubbed his chin and said, "It looks like those middle-aged and elderly people are in good spirits..."

At that moment, a high-pitched, thin voice suddenly sounded behind them, and his tone was full of horror: "Mr. Collins, why are you here! The students should go home!"

Hermione and Harry spun around, their wands pointing in the direction of the sound, but then lowered their wands.

Roger slowly turned his head to look at a Hogwarts house-elf, looking at the three people standing in the Great Hall with a panicked expression, looking very overwhelmed.

"House-elf, what are you doing here?" asked Harry, surprised.

"Isn't it obvious that the house-elves in the school belong to Hogwarts, and it's their duty to defend the castle. Roger patted Harry on the shoulder and walked over to the elf. He didn't doubt why this little elf knew his name, he had been going to the kitchen to play autumn breeze in the past few years, so he should remember it.

"What are you doing here, Dumbledore, how are they?" the boy raised his chin at the elf.

However, as soon as he heard Roger's question, the house-elf immediately covered his mouth tightly and shook his head in a hurry.

"Well... It should have been ordered by someone and could not be said. Harry explained to Hermione when he saw it. Although his family's brain problem didn't invite Blake to see, he always knew a little better than Hermione.

Roger didn't care, he just asked casually, anyway, he would know everything after a while. Reaching out and casually pushing the house-elf in the way, he walked towards the stairs. The Slytherin lounge is on the basement level.

But the house-elf immediately ran up to Roger and blocked him with his bony arms: "Mr. Collins can't go down, Mr. Dumbledore has told all students to leave the school, Mr. Collins and his friends get out of here." ”

As he spoke, the little thing reached out to push him back into the auditorium.

Roger reached out and pointed to the auditorium behind him, "Do you think there is a way for me to leave this house?"

"Nabidi will take you to the kitchen, where the stove is ready for Mr. Collins and his friends to leave. As soon as the house-elf heard Roger's words, he immediately let go, walked in front and led them downstairs.

The corners of Harry's mouth twitched, and he leaned against Roger and whispered, "Are house-elves so talkative?

"That brain bubble in yours," Roger said with Pandora in tow.

The average house-elf is usually very stupid and naïve, especially if it is its owner who fools it, and the house-elf will not question it at all.

Hogwarts house-elves have a special allegiance in that they are not a specific person, but the current headmaster of Hogwarts school.

The school is like a family, and in addition to the old Deng can command them, the professors and students can also command them, just like the three levels of authority.