121 Chapter 54, Blank

Hoffa raised his head, the wound on his face slowly healing.

"Don't be so willful, let the other deans handle it."

Osilvia looked away from Hoffa's palm.

"I have to say that you are the first class of students I have taught, and you may be the best student I have ever taught in my life."

"Thank you for the compliment, Professor Romanov, can we make peace now?"

Osilvia shook her head: "I can give you an A+ on the final grade of the semester, but you don't want to cover anyone in this school."

"I don't want to cover up, I just want other deans to come over."

"Do you think I don't know what those deans will do?"

Osilvia sneered and said sharply:

"They're going to smother it like it never happened. They're going to obliviate you like they're oblivious to Muggles, and they're going to keep this school a taint like they kept the entire wizarding community a secret. .

It is precisely because there are some people who put stability above all else that all kinds of chaos and injustice are allowed to be born. "

She raised her voice.

"You are tolerant, you are tolerant every day, and you make concessions. Seeing all kinds of terrible things happen around you but remain indifferent, what you think about is how to stabilize the group!"

She spoke calmly, but her body was trembling, the killing intent in the air was getting stronger and stronger, and the other party was trying to suppress her anger.

"You think I won't change, when did you make a change? From the beginning, you got along with me with Ravenclaw-style arrogance, and now, you still stand arrogantly in front of me, accusing My everything!"

Her words made Hoffa irrefutable.

He even wanted to back away, but after looking at it, his thigh was as heavy as a thousand pounds.

"Only not this time."

Hoffa said with difficulty, gripping the necklace tightly.

"You can't kill people casually."

Osilvia threw away her wand, and said bluntly: "You are indeed good at transfiguration, but you don't know much about human transfiguration.

A real master of deformation does not need to rely on external objects. "

She abandoned the shield spell, and scales appeared around her eyes, which was very strange. A light green metallic luster appeared on her right arm little by little, and the metallic luster quickly wrapped around her arm. When she raised her arm, her nails were as sharp as knives.

Hoffa took a step back in extreme consternation.

Osilvia actually transformed her arm into metal, but still maintained her nerve activity, which is simply an unimaginable transfiguration.

"Come on, Bach."

After finishing speaking, she swung her snake tail and disappeared in place.

So fast!

Hoffa scanned the surroundings with both eyes, but it was difficult to catch her speed. He quickly backed away, stone slabs blocked in front of him.

There were several bangs, and the stone slabs shattered into pieces. When Osilvia rushed out, her entire body was almost glowing with metallic luster.

Hoffa didn't know what the cost of this transformation would be, but there was no doubt that the cost would not be small. It seemed that Osilvia had already figured out how to suppress the bottom of the box.

She raised her arm without fancy and slammed it down, and Hoffa blocked it with his sword.

The two passed sideways.

boom! !

The floor tiles under Hoffa's feet shattered into seven pieces, and he fell to his knees. A sweet throat.

He looked at his palm, and with just this simple movement, his jaw was numb and bleeding.

He could feel the wailing of the wand, and the slap just now was very painful for it. The power of Osilvia's state was too great.

"Hang on, man."

Hoffa said softly, shaking the back of his hand.

However, misfortunes never come singly, and the tear on the back of the hand did not heal.

His stature is gradually getting shorter, his activation state is gradually disappearing, and his spirit is almost unable to sustain the consumption of activation state.

Osilvia in front slowly turned around, half of her body was transformed into metal.

Damn it!

Hoffa looked at Dippet, who was bound by countless Aurors in the stone prison.

It cannot be delayed any longer.

The fighting must end quickly.

He took a deep breath, stood up, forcibly pulled himself together, and stopped the decline of the activated state.

Her eyes firmly locked onto Osilvia's eyes, which were the only weak point in her body now.

The broadsword in his hand gradually became thinner, and gradually turned into a glove wrapped around Hoffa's arm, forming a long, silver-white fist.

Osilvia didn't even look at Hoffa's armament, she said calmly: "If you don't give up, how long can you hold on?"

"I can do this all day." Hoffa smiled palely, "Professor Romanov."

Osilvia swung the snake's tail, knocking away countless gravels.

Hoffa concentrated all his strength on his arms, his legs were bent, and he stood on the ground like an ancient fencer, his eyes firmly locked on the opponent's only weakness.

Her body gradually enlarged in Hoffa's pupils.

near.

She raised her arms, and all the snake hair on her head opened her mouth.

closer.

He turned sideways and stretched out his arm, and the bright silver tip of the sword quickly magnified in Osilvia's eyes.

But to Hoffa's surprise, Osylvia didn't dodge. She didn't care about the punch that could pierce her head. She opened her sharp claws brutally and grabbed Hoffa's shoulder, fighting with her life.

The distance between her green pupils and the blade was less than a centimeter.

It seems that the next second is the scene where the eyeballs burst and the brains radiate.

madman!

Hoffa gritted his teeth.

In a blink of an eye, the direction of the punch shifted, and it drifted past the opponent's neck, leaving a deep white mark.

Then, severe pain came from the shoulder.

Osilvia's steel-sharp nails pierced Hoffa's shoulder directly, and she slammed Hoffa against the wall. The whole room shook.

Blood dripped down Osivia's arm and onto the ground. Hoffa was half suspended in the air, and his entire left arm was completely paralyzed. His right arm tightly clasped Osivia's arm, and he exited the activated state.

The two faced each other, Hoffa coughed violently, splotches of blood splashed on each other's face, he sneered hoarsely: "Are you satisfied?"

The red in Osilvia's eyes gradually faded, and gradually, her expression changed from happy and cold to stunned.

She withdrew from her banshee form.

She gradually became thinner and shorter, until she became an ordinary girl with disheveled hair. Then, a gap was opened in her white neck, and blood flowed out from it.

Slap.

She pulled a bloody hand from Hoffa's shoulder. He covered his bleeding neck.

The two took a step back each, and both lost.

Hoffa clutched his left shoulder and slumped against the wall, looked sideways at Osilvia, and said, "Is this what you want?"

Osivia looked at her bloody hand, and then at the culture fluid under Hoffa's body that was gradually stained red with blood.

"Why don't you avoid it?" With a blank expression on her face, she pushed away an Auror who came over to help her.

Hoffa picked up the wand from the ground with one hand: "I'm sorry, I can't let you destroy the school. Even if the principal is guilty, I still hope that a professional will decide."

There was a few seconds of silence.

Osilvia's eyes were empty:

"I respect your choice, and I won't take care of Hogwarts' affairs anymore. I will hand over this matter to the Wizengamot. We're done here."

Hoffa looked at each other, knowing that some congenital personality defects might be difficult to change with acquired experience. Their team has almost never been stable. Whether it's summer vacation or now.

"That's it." Hoffa nodded.

She stepped forward and stretched out her arm, as if to shake hands with Hoffa.

But the action was misunderstood.

"stop!!"

There was a sudden roar from the periphery of the crowd.

Immediately, a metal arm appeared out of thin air, and slammed heavily on Osivia's chest, sending her flying more than 20 meters away, and smashing her deeply into the wall.

Aurors stepped forward one after another, and then an invisible barrier appeared on the ground. Just like invisible glass on both sides, letting them make a sound completely can't help Osilvia.

Around the dark room, a tall man walked in in surprise and anger, he raised his wand and shouted angrily: "What's going on!?"

It was Dumbledore.

Hoffa turned his head and sighed.

finally come.

I saw the dean of the Fourth Academy standing in front of the door of the dark room, followed by a large number of school teachers.

Immediately, an old man with gray hair stood out from the crowd of Aurors. He said solemnly, "This is the scene of the crime, no one is allowed to enter."

Dumbledore directly pushed the person in front of him away, ignoring him.

Slughorn stepped forward quickly, pointing his wand at the gray-haired old man with a solemn expression.

"Stay still, Moros."

Dumbledore walked over quickly, put his arms around Hoffa with one hand, pressed his fingers on his wound, and stopped the surging blood.

Hoffa had never seen Dumbledore so angry. Almost every auburn beard on his body was trembling, and the huge magic pressure in the air shattered the walls and the ground.

He turned his head to look at the girl in the pile of rubble, and said solemnly:

"Miss Romanov, this is your teaching assistant, I think you need to give me an explanation!"

Osilvia slowly got up from the pile of rubble, facing the furious Dumbledore, she was not afraid, only complete emptiness and disappointment in her eyes.

She looked at Hoffa for a few seconds, then looked sideways at Dippet, who was fainting in the stone prison.

"Let your boss explain it to you."

After speaking, she took off the silver medal that symbolized her teacher, threw it on the ground, turned around and staggered away.

Dumbledore wanted to stop, but the gray-haired old Auror blocked Dumbledore's movements.

"The Ministry of Magic will take care of that, Albus."

After speaking, the barrier restricting the Aurors was shattered, and they followed behind Osivia.

At this time, the school's teachers, teaching assistants, and prefects all rushed to the scene. They watched in disbelief as this happened.

Dumbledore's face was livid, but he didn't choose to catch up with the other party to reason. He first ordered the three teachers to follow the Auror team.

He then helped Hoffa to his feet and handed him to Slughorn.

"Take him to a doctor," Dumbledore ordered.

Slughorn immediately caught Hoffa, and said with emotion: "What an amazing kid, come with me."

But Hoffa pushed the fat Potions teacher away.

At this moment, the aftereffects of the activated state surged up like a tsunami, and the endless blankness was washing Hoffa's spirit, but one thing supported him and made him forcefully stand up in this state.

"Wait a minute, Professor Dumbledore."

Hoffa said.

Dumbledore was checking his surroundings. He turned his head and said in a concentrated voice, "What's going on, hurry up and go heal with Horace!"

But Hoffa handed Ravenclaw's commemorative coin to Dumbledore, pointed to the black coffin in the corner, and said:

"Open it, destroy it."

All the dean's eyes turned to the black coffin in the corner of the dark room.

Looking at the coin in Hoffa's hand, and then at the black coffin in the corner, Dumbledore was rarely distracted, and he murmured, "I'm not sure if I should do this."

"This is the source, don't you understand, professor? It was handed over by Grindelwald."

His mind was getting dizzy, Hoffa covered his temples, panting heavily and urged: "Hurry up, finish my work."

Dumbledore glanced at the other deans around him, took a deep breath, took the coin, and helped Hoffa up.

When the two came to the black coffin, Dumbledore pressed the coin between the three rings.

Click, as if some kind of mechanism was triggered, at this moment, the three rings started to rotate at the same time. Crowns, bracelets, coins.

The sheep's head is slowly separated, revealing a handle inside.

Dumbledore grabbed the handle and lifted the entire coffin lid at once, at this moment. He directly raised his wand and pointed it at the coffin.

The other deans around him also took out their wands one after another, and then all the deans put down their wands slowly.

Endless knowledge?

Or someone's bones?

No.

Nothing at all.

There were no piles of books, no rotting corpses, and nothing terrible happened.

Except for some old dust falling from the top of the coffin, there was nothing else.

It is empty.

It seemed to silently mock everyone present.

Hoffa, who had witnessed all this, had expected it long ago. He pursed his lips and let out a long breath. The side effects of the activated state and the haze of failure completely overwhelmed his spirit.

He hit the air with all his strength, and two months of hard work were all in vain.

He muttered to himself: "What am I doing?"