154 Chapter 21

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During the storm, the freighter ran forward automatically. Without the master's steering, it floated aimlessly with the wind and waves.

In the dilapidated and swaying cabin, blood was spilled all over the floor, and the body of the man whose penis was torn off by Noble was still twitching slightly.

Every time he rolled, Hoffa's stomach acid surged and phantom pain continued.

He looked at Norbert, and Norbert looked at Hoffa.

After experiencing the unspeakable madness just now, both of them were speechless to each other.

There was a moment of silence. Noble leaned his back against the wall and slowly slumped down. For a moment, his face was ashen.

Hoffa's lips twitched. He wanted to comfort the other party, but he couldn't. Besides, he was also the one who needed to be comforted.

This kind of thing has cast a great shadow on his immature mind.

I don't know how long it took before Norber raised his head and said hoarsely, "Boy, what's your name?"

"Hoffa."

"Hoffa, do you know dragons?" Noble asked in a dull tone.

"What dragon?"

"Fire dragon."

"What happened to the fire dragon?"

"What happened to the fire dragon?"

"Dragon. Dragon. Dragon."

As Norber spoke, he seemed suddenly speechless. After thinking for a long time, he rushed to Hoffa's side in a jerk and pressed his shoulder.

"A dragon is such an animal that it doesn't care if it dies tomorrow, it doesn't care if it gets eaten by a bigger dragon, it even fucks with a male dragon that doesn't care about being in heat at all. asshole."

Noble said excitedly and numbly: "The dragon only cares about whether he can eat enough, whether he can breed enough offspring, and whether the offspring can survive. That's right, that's it!"

Hoffa raised his head in shock, and the strange power contained in these words made him a little speechless.

"So. What do you mean?"

"So, fuck the psychological shadow, get it? Fuck the wizard, fuck the Squib, fuck the human, we're animals, we're not supposed to be conscious, get it?"

Although Hoffa didn't quite understand, he still nodded.

After thinking about it, he asked, "What about us?"

Noble stood up with his pants up, picked up the lost dragon egg on the ground, and looked at him coldly: "I don't know you, and you don't know me. We are just two strangers. I don't know what you are doing." Why come here, I don't want to care, in short, we go our own way."

Hoffa also stood up: "Okay."

Noble stretched out his bloody right hand, "We have reached an agreement."

Hoffa nodded: "We've reached an agreement."

So the two shook hands.

However, at this moment, in the swaying cabin, the light bulb suddenly flickered, and then exploded. A great coldness is like a tide, covering and spreading. The blood on the ground quickly grew ice edges.

Noble's expression changed, as if thinking of something, he let go of his hand.

"You wish for luck."

After speaking, he Apparated without hesitation and disappeared into the air.

Hoffa suddenly said something bad: "Hey, take me with you!"

Before the words were finished, there was a loud bang, and the whole cargo ship seemed to hit some rock and stopped heavily.

Hoffa jumped forward due to inertia, and hit the cabin floor heavily. Then, with a bang, the light bulbs in the cabin completely blew up.

The raging waves beat against the side of the ship, causing wave after wave of vibrations, and the raindrops of the storm slammed on the side of the ship, making a dense sound like bullets.

The breathtaking coldness poured into Hoffa's heart in waves.

Now, he was the only one left on the whole boat, and he couldn't help feeling depressed and afraid, and he slowly got up from the boat. The warmth brought by the reconciliation just now disappeared completely in an instant, and they were just strangers as expected.

At this time, a flash of lightning broke through the dark rainy night outside the boat.

He raised his head, only to see a huge floating voice standing high at the entrance of the deck, motionless.

It was wearing a huge black cloak, with its hands drooping under the cloak, gray and eeriely shining, it seemed to be covered with slime and spots, like something that rotted in the water after death...

Hoffa recognized it immediately.

It turned out to be a dementor.

The surroundings fell into darkness again, and he stepped back, leaning his back against the wall, the biting ice freezing the water vapor in the air.

Then there was another flash of lightning. This time, the dementor at the door disappeared, but Hoffa felt even more depressed. Because he discovered that at some point, the entire bottom cabin was occupied by dementors.

Like an army, they surrounded Hoffa in the cabin.

Only then did he remember that this ship was a ship delivering supplies to the Azkaban Prison located in the North Sea.

The last phone call that fat man made before he was knocked out by himself must have been to Azkaban.

The speed at which the situation took a turn for the worse exceeded Hoffa's expectations.

He swallowed his saliva, feeling ashamed for a moment.

Damn Noble, he actually left himself here alone.

Now that he is out of ammunition and food, what should he do in the face of hordes of dementors.

The biting cold didn't last long, and a silver-white light shone on the bumpy cabin deck. It was a horse, a wild horse that radiated silvery light.

It is the Patronus.

The silver horse walked down the deck slowly and silently, and came to Hoffa. But it didn't dispel the coldness, it just looked at him indifferently and walked aside.

Then, heavy footsteps were heard on the deck.

Three figures walked slowly into the cabin from the deck, two of them with bare upper body, with horns on their faces, extremely muscular, but with sharp spikes on their backs, they looked like guards.

And walking in the middle is a wizard wearing a black cloak. His whole body is wrapped in black shadows, and his image is mysterious and dangerous.

The man in the cloak walked into the cabin, looked around, his eyes swept across Hoffa's face, and stopped on the corpse on the ground. He walked forward, squatted down in front of the man whose lower body had been ripped off and died, and probed his neck.

Then he stood up, looked at Hoffa, and asked in a cold voice:

"You killed the person?"

Hoffa shook his head silently.

The cloaked man raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

On the deck, two burly men appeared again. They directly supported the big fat man named Theo, and threw them into the cabin. Theo hit the cloaked man's feet heavily, and immediately curled up in fear.

Cloaked man: "Who killed the man?"

The fat man whimpered, his mouth was slit, and he couldn't speak.

The man in the cloak drew his wand and swiped it casually.

The fat man's sewn mouth was opened.

The cloaked man asked again: "Who killed the man?"

The fat man curled up on the ground, stretched out a trembling finger, and pointed at Hoffa who was surrounded by dementors in horror.

"He killed it."

The cloaked man nodded.

Turning around, he said to the two masked men beside him.

"Bring him in and go through the process."

After speaking, he turned around and left without hesitation.

Hoffa knew that something was wrong. This guy looked like a high-level executive in Azkaban. To make this kind of person mistakenly believe that he killed someone is simply a crime.

"Hello!"

Hoffa stood up against the wall.

"I didn't kill people!"

The man in the cloak turned his head back, a sarcasm flashed in his eyes: "But you have no evidence."

"what do you know?"

Hoffa said, "It's not me, it's eh!"

Before he could finish speaking, two muscular men stepped forward, one on the left and one on the right, one holding Hoffa's arms, and the other covering his mouth. The strength of their palms was like a hydraulic machine, preventing Hoffa from moving.

The cloaked man slowly walked up to the restrained Hoffa, and said lightly:

"You can talk to your lawyer about these things, but now"

He grinned.

"You broke the rules."