128 Chapter 61, Explosion

The sky was filled with abnormal mist, like a harbinger of doom, and gravel rolled on the ground. The dark clouds completely obscured the moonlight, making it impossible to see a ray of light and hope.

Transfiguration teacher Osivia stumbled and covered her forearms, and ran towards Hogwarts Castle. Her forehead was covered in cold sweat, one arm was bent into three sections, and her left calf was also broken.

When approaching the hunting ground, she fell to the ground. The severe pain in her body made her almost unable to walk, but at this moment, her mind was unusually clear.

She didn't know why she suddenly thought of her father, and thought that when he escaped in the Siberian ice field, it was probably the same scene.

This was probably the lowest moment in her life, but it was also the moment when she understood life best.

Many times in the past, she was immersed in the pain that her family had suffered and couldn't extricate herself. She always tries to feel the suffering of her family members, imagining that the pain should be borne by herself.

But when she herself suffered the same amount of pain, she discovered that there was something more important than these pains.

That's the goal.

She thought of her father, Constantine, only to find that he was accomplishing his goals until the very end of his life.

Compared with the goal of life, those external pains can only be described in this way.

A life with purpose does not care about pain. Looking at the brightly lit castle in the distance, she suddenly felt relieved. The ghosts of her family burned in her heart and turned into strength, motivating her to stand up and make great strides forward.

She had to send back the news of the rebirth of the first headmaster.

Inside Hogwarts School, Miranda and Aglaia were dragging heavy suitcases and following a group of students out. Walking outside, they saw the sky flying sand and rocks outside.

Miranda didn't choose to continue to follow up. She held Aglaia and narrowed her eyes slightly: "Did you feel it?"

Aglea: "Feel what?"

Miranda slowly took off her glasses, and the soft lines on her face became as cold as a knife cut:

"It's the same as the first day of school, oppressive, terrifying, wanton, crazy. There is a guy here, trying to come out. Scary, extremely scary guy."

Aglea reacted quickly: "The half-human king is still you."

"I'm not joking with you." Miranda turned her head coldly, "Have you refined magic recovery potions?"

Aglea: "No, I forgot."

"No?"

Miranda's arms trembled slightly, and she said anxiously: "You don't know that guy Hoffa, who has magic power like a giant dragon, but without magic power, he is almost useless like a Muggle."

Aglaia stomped: "How do I know that this guy got up suddenly after lying on the bed for a month, looking for some half-human king. There is no warning at all!"

"Damn it." Miranda gritted her teeth and stopped at the door.

Aglea thought for a moment: "Then what should we do, shall we help him now?"

"I don't know where people are, how can I help?"

Miranda's face gradually darkened.

At this time, Aglaia suddenly paused, and she pushed Miranda violently, "Look."

With Aglaia's finger, she looked up. I saw a figure stumbling out of the black mist, but it was a transformation class teacher in a dark green robe. At this moment, she was dragging her right leg, and she was in a very bad state.

"Professor Romanov?"

Miranda frowned, and pulled Aglaia forward quickly.

"You are friends of Hoffa, what are you doing here?"

Aglea: "The school will be evacuated tomorrow, and we are helping the school move things."

Looking at Osilvia's legs and arms, Aglaia was startled: "Hey, professor, what's wrong with your body?"

Miranda squatted down without saying a word, touched Osivia's calf with her fingers, and quickly chanted the recovery spell while groping.

Being held down, Osilvia's face twitched in pain, but her tone was very steady:

"Hurry up, find Dumbledore and send him to the Black Lake immediately."

"What's wrong, what happened?"

"Hoffa's life is in danger." Osilvia said, "The real half-human king is under the Black Lake."

Miranda snapped her fingers.

Aglaia hissed and took a breath: "What did you say? Really?"

"Needless to say." Miranda interrupted her, "Where did Dumbledore go?"

Aglaia: "I don't know. It seems that the Dean and the Ministry of Magic have a meeting tonight, but I have met the Minister of Magic. Maybe we should go to him."

"No, we should go to Dumbledore." Miranda rejected Aglaia's suggestion.

Aglaia's tone was a little excited: "Miranda, it's about Hoffa's life. The school is almost paralyzed. We must find someone who can talk to solve this matter."

"Hey, the school hasn't closed down yet!" Miranda pressed Aglaia's shoulder, "Do you think the people in the Ministry of Magic will believe what you say, they won't believe anything, maybe they would like to see the school destroyed Lose!"

"Don't fight."

Osilvia said weakly.

"The matter is very urgent and cannot be solved by just one person. You two, find one each, gather all the people you can find, and don't let the crowd disperse."

"how about you?"

Miranda asked.

"I informed the Aurors to protect the students and evacuate to a safe place in the school."

"good."

Miranda nodded to Aglaia, and the two ran in one direction.

But just as the two girls took a step away, a bright light suddenly illuminated their profiles in the distance. The two stopped and looked outside. In the direction of the Black Lake, an orange-red mushroom cloud rose into the sky.

Two seconds later, there was a rumbling explosion.

The ground trembled, and the glass on the castle tower shattered.

The two girls bent down sharply.

Aglaia: "What's the situation?"

Osilvia's face turned pale: "Quick, find a place to hide."

High in the Hogwarts tower, the headmaster's meeting room on the tenth floor.

There was a faint silver frost and bright silver light in the air, and a silver bright magic phoenix was lying on the conference table, seeming to be dozing off.

The four deans sat on one side of the conference table, looking solemn.

A bald and lean middle-aged man in a black robe and a red scarf was sitting in the main seat. He was holding a parchment in his hand and was signing a bunch of documents.

It was Leonard Spencer Moon, the new Minister of Magic who took office for about half a year.

Behind him were two strong Aurors with a height of more than two meters, and behind the two Aurors were three black cloaked creatures with a height of more than three meters and their heads almost reaching the ceiling.

The creature floated in mid-air, and the tattered cloak under it moved without wind, revealing the pale, withered and rotting arm hidden under it.

In the air, some vaguely dissociated substances slowly floated into the black cloak.

It was three dementors.

In the conference room, the atmosphere was extremely cold and solemn.

After signing the document, the capable middle-aged man wearing a red scarf pushed the parchment forward, crossed his fingers and looked at the opposite side, and said calmly: "Sign it, Albus, after signing it, we can carry out the student evacuation .”

Looking at the parchment being pushed onto the smooth table, Albus Dumbledore pushed his glasses and said softly, "Leonard, I think it's better to wait for now."

"There is nothing to wait for the established matters. Now that the war in Europe is tight, I don't have time to argue with you here."

Dumbledore looked at the stack of papers in front of him and said, "It's not that time yet, the stipulated time for evacuation is the day after tomorrow."

The Minister of Magic in a black robe said: "The sooner the better, don't you expect a miracle to happen?"

After he finished speaking, the three tall dementors behind him raised their chests slightly, as if they wanted to forcefully pull something away.

But on the meeting table, the bright silver phoenix looked up for a moment, and the three dementors sank down again.

Dumbledore coughed, "The law gives me a certain amount of time to think about it, and I want to use this time to wait for a miracle."

Leonard took a sip of coffee: "Albus, you and I have known each other for many years, so I won't talk nonsense. With all due respect, this is meaningless. The education decree has been signed, and the fate of this school is not in your hands. "

"Rules are made by humans. This world is, after all, a human world."

Dumbledore looked out the window, "If I could, I'd rather have hope."

"enough!"

The Minister for Magic slammed down on the table and stood up.

"Life is no philosophical lecture, Albus."

A flash of light interrupted his words.

The Minister of Magic turned his head sharply, only to see flames in the distance.

Albus Dumbledore stood up abruptly and looked into the distance. Even the silver phoenix on the table raised his head abruptly.

The cups on the table began to hum ominously.

Dumbledore ordered without hesitation.

"Horace, hurry to the Great Hall and evacuate the students, and take them to the deepest cellar in Slytherin.

"Meles, lead all the prefects and me out and activate the school's emergency shield."

The Minister of Magic asked sharply, "What's going on!?"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a rumbling sound in the distance. The firelight completely illuminated the conference room, and the heads of the three dementors floated a little farther back.

Dumbledore pushed open the door, turned his head and said quickly, "If you don't want to die at Hogwarts, take your Auror and come with me!"

Mirror world.

On rough water.

The flames of the explosion soared into the sky, and Hoffa lay on the lake, strangled Sylby tightly, and roared, "What the hell did you do?"

"You should ask yourself what you chose." Sylby laughed loudly: "First here, then outside, you, me, the teachers and students of Hogwarts School, none of them can escape."

Hoffa strangled him tightly, his heart beating as fast as a drum in his chest,

"Are you going to die with the school?"

Sylby shook his head: "Life is not only about calculation, but also about luck, brother. I have tried my best. Even if I die, I will die at my own post. This rule is set by me~"

Hoffa released his trembling fingers, and he forcibly calmed down.

We can't leave Sylby here, and rely on him to wash away Amento's guilt. But he couldn't stay here, otherwise Hogwarts would be destroyed and everything he did would be meaningless.

Gritting his teeth, he dragged Sylby's leg, picked up the Hogwarts Orb, and ran with all his might. While running, he spread huge metal wings on his back, and his speed became lightning fast.

With a bang, he flew high and jumped off the lake in the sea of ​​flames that filled the sky.

The world reversed, and in the next second, with a splash, Hoffa flew out of the Black Lake in a circle like a sharp arrow.

At this moment, the real world has turned into a sea of ​​flames, and the explosion is approaching the center of Hogwarts school.

The power generated by the 10,000-ton TNT explosion made Hoffa almost unable to breathe. The oxygen in the air was sucked dry, and the temperature was probably more than 100 degrees.

He held his breath, flapped his wings without hesitation, and shot towards Hogwarts Castle at an extremely fast speed.

Above the castle hunting ground, he quickly hovered and turned around.

Crazy explosions came densely from afar. In the Forbidden Forest, countless trees soared into the sky, and the city wall built by the Aurors in the distance turned into mottled fragments in the fiery sea of ​​flames.

Turning his head again, Hoffa heard a loud scream, which came from the castle. Countless students huddled around the window sills and gates of the castle, terrified and running around in panic.

Osivia led the other teachers and prefects to rush out of the castle, trying to gather shields in the air.

"Do they look like a flock of sheep?"

High in the sky, Sylby pointed at the panicked crowd with one hand and asked Hoffa excitedly.