Chapter 130 Chapter 63

The explosion lasted for nearly half a minute.

But for Hoffa at the center of the explosion, it felt like ten years had passed.

Finally, the red light gradually disappeared, and the explosion subsided.

The light gradually went out, and he floated in the air. There is no blood on the whole body, and as far as the eye can see, it is desolate.

The entire periphery of Hogwarts turned into a piece of scorched earth. The flames burned on the ground, but there was no luster at all. Those fire lights were completely replaced by the gloomy black wind, and they could only be faintly visible in the air.

He stared blankly at the moon in the sky, his face was pale, his heartbeat was weak, and his ears were temporarily deaf.

He lost his activation, lost his metamorphosis, and his hair turned gray, exactly the same gray as Sylby. Her thighs and arms were all exposed, and her body was full of holes. Completely changed back to an ordinary wizard.

Then, he exhaled, with his head down, he slowly fell from the sky, and his speed gradually increased.

Seeing the thin figure falling from the sky, Osivia rushed out without thinking about her own safety, but her speed was as fast as lightning when her leg was injured.

This action was like igniting the fuse of explosives, and all the teachers and students rushed towards the falling black shadow.

One second before falling to the ground, Osivia hugged Hoffa, turned over, and blocked the impact of the fall with her body. She held Hoffa tightly, as if afraid he would melt if she let go.

Hoffa lost all power, and the endless blankness washed over Hoffa's spirit, trying to overwhelm him. flesh

The tearing pain in every inch of his body made him unable to stand up. His brain has lost most of its perception at this moment, and his eyes are full of inexplicable pale snowflakes.

Are you going to fall?

Are you going to faint?

Do you want blank?

But after he twitched a few times, he abruptly stopped the weakness and stood up forcefully relying on a spirit, because now is not the time to care about this.

When the matter developed to this point, he already had a general understanding of Sylby's plan. This guy would never do something for no reason.

He struggled to push Osilvia away and stood up, gritted his teeth tremblingly and said in a very low voice, "Leave me alone, Hogwarts Orb. Where is the Hogwarts Orb?"

Osilvia shuddered, immediately turned over and stood up, and began to check around.

But she couldn't find it. She even used the Flying Curse, but it didn't work.

Hoffa leaned on the wall and groped around, trying to find the orb that gave him magic power. However, after searching for a long time, it disappeared without a trace.

Then, a faint chuckle directly drove him into the abyss.

"Hey buddy, what are you looking for?"

His heart fell to the bottom of the valley, and when he looked up again, he saw the legless Sylby lying in the flames of the explosion in the distance. He could barely see much color, but he could just make out the man.

The explosion just now had caused him great damage, and he is also horrific at this moment, his whole body is in tatters, with only one mechanical hand on his upper body, and the flesh and blood on his face has been burned to the point where only one eye remains.

Most of the skull is exposed on the head, without a single hair, and the pink brain can be seen in the skull.

But even so, he still grabbed the stone on the ground with one hand, dragged his broken body, crawled with difficulty, and said with a chuckle:

"It's meaningless, the essence of life is conflict, without conflict, there will only be more and more people living indifferently, those worthless waste, sheep, parrots, and garbage that echoes what others say."

With strength in his arms, he climbed out of the flames and approached Hoffa little by little.

"Do you think that if you protect them, they will be grateful to you and make changes? No, those people will only enjoy all this with peace of mind. They will still run away, succumb to their instincts, and continue to be under your wings. Live numbly with one heart and one mind, and once you make a small mistake, they will eat you alive."

Looking at the man crawling hard on the ground, Hoffa supported the wall and stood up little by little, panting:

"You say so many nonsense, do you think you can wrap up your crazy purpose with a high-sounding sound?"

"Hmph." Sylby dragged his broken body with one hand, sneered and whispered, "So what if it's high-sounding, so what if it's dirty and dark, the goal is just the goal. There is no good or bad, only success or failure."

Osylvia stopped Hoffa, raised her wand, and aimed at the crawling Sylby: "You have lost, and everyone will come soon."

Sylby glanced at her, grinned and said, showing a toothless smile: "Then kill me, they come, you have no chance. Didn't you always want to seek revenge from me? I can't do it now." If you don’t have the ability to resist, kill me.”

Osilvia's wand trembled.

While crawling, Sylby said disdainfully, "Kill me, hurry up."

Osivia said with difficulty: "Don't you think about it, don't even think about escaping from all of this, I will not kill you. I will hand you over to the Wizengamot for trial, let everyone know your crimes, and you can never use your anger again and hatred to control me."

"Why, are you also trying to protect this school?"

Sylby looked away and looked at Hoffa with interest. With one hand, he climbed firmly towards Hoffa little by little.

"My God, man, did you change her? That's interesting, tell me how you tamed a raging beast into a house pet."

"Enough!" Osivia snapped.

"It's enough." Sylby propped up his upper body with one arm, "Witness this moment."

As he spoke, he stopped at a distance of more than five meters from the two of them, and his chest suddenly opened. From the black mechanical ribs, Silby took the orb out of his chest with one hand.

It turned out that he had hidden the Hogwarts Orb inside himself.

However, at this moment, the Hogwarts Orb in his hand was as dim as dust, no different from a discarded light bulb that had been fragile for many years.

He stared firmly at Hoffa behind Osivia, his voice whispered like a demon: "

"Everything is in my plan, and the magic power of the four founders has been exhausted by you. As you can see, I won."

Hoffa and Osilvia rushed out at the same time.

Sylby smiled slightly, and with one hand, his black palm crackled and shattered the Hogwarts Orb. Orb shards of dull luster fell from the air little by little.

The moment he held the shattered orb, Dumbledore and the other headmasters also rushed to the scene, and they all raised their wands directly.

A golden light as thick as Hoffa's waist flashed past, almost blinding the eyes, and the upper body of Sylby who crushed the Hogwarts orb directly vaporized.

boom!

Along with crystal debris, a black mechanical arm fell to the ground. After a purple arc flashed on its surface, the light disappeared, completely turning into a dead object.

That was the last part of Sylby.

Osilvia looked at Dumbledore in astonishment, but Dumbledore didn't look at her, but at the sky.

The silence after the madness swept the surroundings, leaving only the black gust of wind that never seemed to stop. The night was so dense that it made people unable to breathe at all, as if even the oxygen in the air was struggling to escape from this place.

died?

Hoffa turned his head and saw a large group of teachers and Aurors standing behind him, only they had extremely solemn expressions on their faces.

Dumbledore wand in hand, his auburn beard shaking. The blue eyes sometimes look to the left and sometimes to the right.

The Minister of Magic and the Aurors he brought also raised their wands and moved slowly on the ground.

The silence lasted for about ten seconds, and then, Hoffa felt that his mental force field was suddenly compressed to the extreme.

"huh huh huh huh."

At this moment, low laughter, like a gust of cold wind, echoed on the ruins. The laughter lasted for a long time, but there was nothing after that. When the last echo disappeared, the ruins There was silence again.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, Hoffa's hair stood on end, he was so weak that he couldn't control himself.

Suddenly, the strong wind rolled up black mist, and a cloud of smoke and dust floated in the sky. The low-pitched laughter gradually became joyful, and finally became extremely presumptuous.

"Hahahahahahahahahahahaha~"

"become free!"

"become free!!"

"become free!!!"

"I'm back!!!!"

The laughter implied joy and relief, but at the same time it was inexplicably bitter. In the indescribable laughter, the black mist gradually spiraled down, suddenly fell to the ground, gathered together, and violently formed a black figure. He was blurry at first, then gradually clear.

He came out of the black mist little by little, with a graceful figure, a height of 1.8 meters, neat gray hair, handsome facial features, and fair and tender skin like a baby.

Standing naked in front of all the Hogwarts teachers and students, he opened his arms and laughed.

Wanton to the extreme.

Also crazy to the extreme.

The next second, Dumbledore and the other Aurors swung their wands again, and several golden lights hit his chest. But it failed to destroy him like last time.

"too weak."

The man casually raised a finger, and a tiny shield on the fingertips precisely blocked the golden light. He flicked his fingers, and flicked them all back like boogers.

A few Aurors couldn't dodge in time, their bodies were pierced by their own magic, they flew upside down more than ten meters, and fell to the ground. The Minister of Magic cowered in a corner in horror.

Dumbledore waved his wand, and countless smoke and dust billowed up. Trying to cover everyone behind him.

Sylby tilted his head, raised his hand with a smile, and pointed his fingers at Dumbledore.

A green illusory sickle giant figure suddenly appeared behind Dumbledore, slashing down with a scythe!

At this moment, Dumbledore's eyes widened and his pupils narrowed to the extreme. Countless defensive spells and enchantments quickly appeared behind him, but the illusory scythe was completely unstoppable. As soon as Dumbledore gritted his teeth, he split into two, and the phantom stood in place, broken in two by one blow.

The deity rolled on the spot, dodging the almost fatal blow in embarrassment, and stared at the opponent with great vigilance.

After using one move, Sylby didn't look at him. He silently looked at the towering Hogwarts Castle in the night. The expression gradually changed from happy to painful: "A thousand years, curse me for a thousand years, how dare you."

After speaking, he opened his mouth, spit out Hoffa's wand, and waved his hand.

The huge fire dragon shot out of the magic wand like a cannonball, directly hitting the distant astronomy tower in half, and the towering top of the tower fell from the sky amidst the splash of gravel.

The crowd exclaimed like a tsunami.

Sylby jumped high, his magic power surged, and he flew high in the air. Looking at the towering Hogwarts castle, the expression on his face was almost hideous in pain.

"Hiding in the shadows, unwilling to face your own strength, Kong has the ability but never shoulders the responsibility!!"

He flew to a high place in a circle, and roared with his mouth open: "Echoes from Liaoyuan!"

Accompanied by his roar, countless towers were hit by fiery sound waves, and pieces of masonry were shattered. The whole school seemed to be hit by a category 18 hurricane, but the hurricane was so scorching that it made people burnt and couldn't breathe.

Debris flew across, walls collapsed and houses collapsed, and ghosts fled in the air in terror.

The blow succeeded, but Sylby didn't show any relief, and the expression on his face became more and more painful.

"It was like this a thousand years ago, and it will still be like this a thousand years later. It hasn't changed at all. Disappointed, too disappointed, so disappointing to me!!"

He hugged his head and roared desperately.

"This is not the school I want, no!! You idiots, you hide around XZ all day long, lingering on the glory of the past, doing nothing!!"

After finishing speaking, he opened his arms, looked up at the sky, and roared: "Evil spirit dirge!!"

Countless black and red evil spirits rushed out of his body. With Sylby as the center, countless buildings collapsed, and there was no grass around him. He was completely unstoppable.

"Betrayal, conservative, short-sighted!!" He flew higher and higher, and the magic fluctuations in the air became more violent.

"Liquid fire!"

His whole body turned into flames and rushed down from the sky.

boom! !

Like a meteor hitting the ground.

The shock wave made it almost impossible to open one's eyes. There were spider web-like cracks within a radius of 500 meters, the ground was criss-crossed by magma, and the towers rumbled down like dominoes. Half of Hogwarts was destroyed by his blow.

Immediately, he got up from the ground, stepped on the boiling hot magma, and walked towards the crowd like a drunk man, with a painful expression on his face: "This is not the school I want, this is not the status quo I want to see. No "

The huge pressure made it almost impossible to stand up. Dumbledore, other professors and Aurors got up one after another and stood in front of him relentlessly.

"The sheep raised by the four disabled wizards also try to stop me?"

After speaking, he waved his hand.

"Blood Exceeded!"

A huge pattern of blood eyes appeared on the entire ground, covering everyone. It was an unknown ancient sacrificial circle.

The magic circle spread rapidly.

Under the fluctuation of the ancient magic power, the students surrounded by the magic circle fell down one after another. They opened their mouths, their faces were pale, and their expressions were indescribably painful.

Hoffa didn't know what the shocking thing under his feet was, but he knew that it was definitely not a child's play spell.

In the distance, Osivia hugged Hoffa tightly, and said in a trembling voice: "Come on, come with me."

Hoffa didn't say a word, he looked up at the wanton destruction of Sylby, his body was unconscious, but his mind became more and more calm, only calm, only calm.

Now is not the time to fall down, the opponent has recovered his magic power and is in the full state of excitement and madness.

He looked at his magic watch.

The magic power has been exhausted, and the shocking shield spell before has consumed all the magic power of the four founders, as well as the last sliver of energy.

I now lose my magic power, lose my wand, and have nothing.

Is it hopeless?

maybe!

Maybe it must be.

But he doesn't want to give up.

He pushed Osivia away and struggled to get up from the ground. He couldn't fall down yet. Everything that happened this semester flowed through his mind like running water.

Hoffa closed his eyes, his mind racing.

There must be some way.

There must be some way!

He is so powerful, what are the four founders?

Wait, at this moment, a tiny possibility suddenly popped into my mind.

Hoffa opened his eyes, "No, there is still a chance!"

A force flowing from the depths of his soul supported him who was completely exhausted to stand up again.

His muscles were shaking, and every cell in his body was howling, but he just stood up reluctantly.

He took a deep breath, suppressed all the pain, and his eyes were as firm as iron.

Limits have always been used to break through.

Hoffa pushed away everyone around him, rushed into the crowd of Slytherins, rummaged through several people, and soon found the black-haired boy, a tall and handsome boy.

At this moment, his face was as pale as paper, his eyes were staring blankly at the wanton, terrifying and arrogant man, and his body was trembling.

Hoffa pressed his palm on Riddle's shoulder: "Hey, can you still move?"

Looking at the ruined mess of the school, Riddle muttered as if his soul had come out of his body: "What kind of magic is this, what kind of magic is this...?"

Snapped! !

Hoffa slapped Riddle back to his senses.

"You hit me?"

"Can you still move?"

Riddle nodded, his expression even a little dull.

"Curse him!"

Hoffa pointed at Sylby who was wreaking havoc, and said decisively.

Tom Riddle is still in a state of trance.

Snapped!

Hoffa grabbed Tom Riddle's collar: "Is this school still your home? Curse him if you want to keep this school!"

"curse him"

Riddle finally came to his senses and grabbed Hoffa's ragged collar: "Are you dreaming?"

He pointed at the man: "Look at his defense, look at his mental force field! Any magic that approaches him within ten meters will lose control, cut off contact! What curse should I use?"

Hoffa turned his head and saw that Tom Riddle was right. Indeed, Sylby's mental force field was too strong. It is so powerful that it almost compresses the mental force field of other people to the limit.

The colorful spells shot by the teachers and Aurors were disintegrated by him before they even got close to him.

Within the range of his perception, any magic may be cut off from the caster, resulting in loss of control.

With Tom Riddle's current strength of the mental force field, he might be aware of the curse before he even got close to him, and cursing him directly would definitely not work.

I saw more and more students around me falling down under the giant eyes of blood, more and more.

Hoffa closed his eyes, his brain was spinning as fast as lightning, then he opened it suddenly, looked at Riddle and said:

"Curse me!"