"The current form is incomprehensible, and for the sake of the safety of the students and guests, the headmaster led the students back to the castle first," Snape stood still, his tone changing to his usual long tone.

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief, with a solid castle as a barrier, her parents' safety factor was not half a star. Otherwise, no matter how powerful Lao Deng is, he will be blind if he can't see things.

Snape didn't ask too much about it, and when they got closer to see who they were, he turned and walked to the front to lead the way, and Roger could see him clutching his wand vigilantly.

Harry snuck up to Roger's side, poked him and whispered, "Should I go that way, Snape didn't lead the wrong way..."

Roger glanced at the little savior, and said without even looking at the compass: "I haven't even turned a corner in a straight line, you can show me a mistake?"

Harry stopped talking.

The rest of the way no one spoke much. Humans are visual creatures, and when the eyes are almost useless, the discomfort makes everyone have no desire to talk.

Not to mention Hermione's speculation that monsters would eventually appear in the dense fog, which made everyone's nerves tense, lest a bloody mouth jump out of the white fog around them.

Kindness... Roger didn't say anything because he was weighing whether it would be more interesting to drag Harry to Voldemort or stay at Hogwarts and wait for the fog to change unknown.

In fact, there is basically no comparison between these two things, known and unknown, which can bring greater pleasure is self-evident, and the only reason why Roger can still consider in his heart to see Comrade Fu resurrected is that Peter Pettigrew has already hung up, and who else will not have the sight to pull Voldemort out of the kennel.

You must know that Comrade Lao Fu's loyal doglegs are all in prison in Azkaban, and the lackeys who have escaped prison under various pretexts do not want him to come back more than anyone else. Voldemort was never a forgiving man.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief when the hard touch of the castle steps was heard beneath their feet. Now the concentration of this mist has exceeded the scope of natural weather phenomena, and the light emitted by the wand is no longer visible when he looks down, but he is not even wet with the robe on his body.

In Roger's words, it's unscientific, but magical.

The foyer of the castle was somewhat affected by the fog. Because the castle gate is open, although the torches on the wall in the foyer illuminate the place, you can see with the naked eye that the thick fog outside is tumbling inward along the door frame... But it's much stronger than the outside, at least you can see the torches a few meters away...

Roger rubbed his eyes vigorously, always staring at the white expanse, his eyes were very sour.

Snape strode toward the closed Great Hall, where a loud buzz could be heard outside.

"Crunch...", the tall wooden door made a screeching sound, but it was drowned out by the sound in the auditorium, and it was unremarkable. There were sounds everywhere, and the noise of footsteps and shouting was mixed together, and it sounded distracting.

Dumbledore, Minister Fudge, Bagman, Lady Maxim, and Karkaroff were not left in the room, and even the seats of Professors McGonagall and Flitwick were empty, and the rest of the professors were all discussing something with concern, and had no time to pay attention to the students' movements.

"They're back!" shouted at some point-eyed voice, and the auditorium suddenly seemed to be pressed the pause button, and suddenly it became extremely quiet, and everyone's eyes were focused on the people who walked in.

"What's wrong? what's going on?" Madam Pomfrey, the school doctor, trotted all the way up to meet her.

Roger squeezed forward and handed Luna, who had injured her foot, to Madam Pomfrey: "Let's see how her injury is, Cedric doesn't need to worry..."

All the students stood up and looked this way, and Caroline had already rushed over. I have to say that the physical fitness of the werewolf is high, and it is much faster than Blake and Granger.

When some of the curious students saw that they were all rushing over and had a tendency to join in the fun, Snape immediately shouted, "Everyone back in their seats!"

But it was too late, and Caroline, who had seen more than three dead figures, had already noticed that Cedric in Hagrid's arms was not in the right state. Moreover, Cedric's father had already rushed up.

"Let me pass! Let me go! My son is in there! That's my son!" shouted Old Diggrie, squeezing Caroline in front of Hagrid's position.

The cold corpse lay peacefully in Hagrid's broad embrace, and Madam Pomfrey reached out to stop him, but was freed by old Digry.

"That's my son!" he pounced on Hagrid, realizing that the son who had once been proud of him could no longer answer his call.

"No!Cedric!no!" the sudden pain caused the old father, who was not young, to let out a terrible cry.

Perhaps even in such an uncertain situation, he certainly never thought that such a sad thing would happen. His son died.

This situation could not be hidden, and a few naughty students who were trying to sneak in it passed it to the people around them in horror... The others shouted, screams echoing through the auditorium.

"He's dead!"

"Cedric Diggory is dead!"

"What's going on!?"

"What's wrong with him?"

"Diggory is dead!"

The earthquake that never stopped, the unexplained thick fog, and the death... Panic spread through the crowd. Roger could hear the people around him inhaling, screaming, and shouting.

"Quiet!!" The loud sound was like a thunderbolt on the ground, and the ears of the people who shook it were buzzing.

At some point, Dumbledore stepped out of the back door of the teaching office, holding his wand to his throat.

Karkaroff and Madame Maxim also came out, and were walking quickly towards this side with anxious faces, while Fleur and Krum were still floating in the air under the control of magic.

Secretary Fudge is running this way too.

The person who supported Luna had been replaced by his father, and Roger simply pulled his sister out of the circle, there was no need to mix in there anymore.

"What the hell is going on? Why are you still dead? The white-bearded headmaster has repeatedly assured us that your lives will not be in danger. Caroline asked, biting her ear.

"There was an accident, and not only did one die, but another professor also died. With so many people around, Roger didn't tell the truth, but the gossip was nothing: "Did you see the package on that dead man?