188 Chapter 55, Dragon of Heart

Grindelwald walked out of the Room of Requirement and changed back into Jacob Bohan's appearance. He calmly walked down the stairs and walked towards the school hall.

It was Christmas at Hogwarts at the moment, and in the icy air, Christmas carols sounded faintly, but those ethereal hallelujahs sounded more like a dirge at the moment.

When he reached the corner of the stairs in the hall, he stopped. The fluctuating mental force field in the air made him understand what was waiting for him ahead.

He looked at the snow-capped Scottish mountains outside the window, exhaled a breath of white mist, sighed, and said with a smile:

"Are you here to invite me to the Christmas dinner, Albus?"

A bright wand glowed from the darkness, and a man came out of the darkness without sound. He had auburn beard and hair, was wearing a gray-red robe, and a pointed wizard hat. It was Albus Dumbledore. The dress at the moment is extremely formal.

Behind him, more than a dozen Hogwarts professors raised their wands and slowly surrounded him. Everyone's wands were shining with magical light, and the fluctuating mental force field around him made it almost impossible to breathe.

After a moment of silence, Dumbledore drew out his wand, pointed at Grindelwald's head, and said coldly:

"We received a summons from Fatil, how long have you been hiding."

"Not long, only half a year."

Grindelwald said casually, stroking the snowflakes on the window edge with his fingers.

"What about the missing students? What did you do to them?"

"I said I killed them, do you believe me?"

Grindelwald laughed.

Wow, all the professors changed their expressions, and they all raised their wands and took a step forward. Only Dumbledore raised a hand and stopped everyone.

Dumbledore: "Why would you do that?"

Grindelwald: "Why kill?"

Dumbledore: "Why take everything upon yourself?"

"Ha, my greatest pleasure is to hear ignorant people call me the devil, slander me desperately, condemn me at the top of their lungs, and then I don't look at them at all. This process can give me a great sense of intellectual superiority."

After a few seconds of silence, Dumbledore said softly, "You are such a complete bastard."

At this time, the huge Slughorn stood up from the crowd and said angrily, "Stop talking nonsense, what exactly do you want to do at Hogwarts?"

Grindelwald glanced at him: "It's nothing, Horace, I just came to meet my students, it's as simple as that."

Dumbledore: "Who is your student?"

"Can't you guess?" Grindelwald grinned.

Dumbledore's face suddenly turned pale, and his originally mild face suddenly turned cold, "Where is Bach?"

"what time is it now?"

"What did you say?"

"Oh, because depending on the time, he may be a man now, or he may be a dragon."

"What do you mean, what dragon?"

Inside the Responsive Room, the situation was extremely weird. Two identical people face each other, one standing and the other sitting.

Hoffa didn't know what to do at this moment. During this strange trip, he encountered all kinds of enemies, but he never thought that one day he would meet another self. Not only that, he felt that something was stripped from him, something important but neglected by him.

"Who are you?" Hoffa broke the silence first.

"I'm nothing, and I'm nobody."

The other said lightly, "But you can think that I am you."

"Are you kidding me?"

"I have everything about you, your abilities, your memories, your life, why can't it be you?"

The other one stretched out his arm, admiring his palm, and said calmly: "The only difference is that I don't want to stay in Hogwarts, in a place the size of a palm, and eat and die with a group of simple-minded guys. "

Hoffa: "That's why you turned other students into animals, to prove you're different?"

"It's not me, it's us. I want to determine my place in this universe, and my place in this long food chain."

Talking indifferently, it opened its arms and looked directly into Hoffa's eyes: "Why are we still staying in this school? Why are we repeating a mediocre life every day?"

Hoffa didn't answer, he still hadn't recovered from the fact that he was schizophrenic.

Another self: "Why do you want to waste your time like this, accepting the fate of being able to see the head at a glance?"

Hoffa still didn't speak, his chest heaving violently.

His silence made his other self very unhappy, and he grabbed Hoffa's collar: "Speak!"

Before the words fell, it flew upside down and smashed heavily into the mountain of rubbish that had accumulated for thousands of years.

Hoffa stood up and entered an activated state, his body raised and his fists clenched. He couldn't answer the other party's question, so he could only act first.

Not five seconds passed.

The figure crawled out from among the pile of rags again. It shook the mace and frisbee and old books on its body, moved its head, and also entered an activated state.

It became strong and tall, and at the same time, there was incomparable hatred in its eyes, and that hatred vowed to devour itself and then quickly.

It goes step by step to Hoffa:

"Why waste life? Year after year, year after year? Am I living in this world for Hogwarts?"

It stood in front of Hoffa again: "Tell me, why do we live?"

As soon as the words fell, Hoffa punched again, his body trembling slightly, the torture from the soul made him unavoidable.

boom! !

It flew backwards again, and this time it smashed through two dilapidated wooden cabinets, as well as countless discarded potion glass bottles.

The mountain of rubbish was turned over again, and the man who was exactly like him staggered out from the mountain of debris in the glass bottle. His whole body was covered with burns from the discarded dangerous potion. Green smoke was rising from his body, it was green, purple, and red, and he looked quite embarrassed.

But on its face, there was a thick sarcasm, and it stood in front of Hoffa again:

"You don't know, do you?"

"You have no purpose in life, do you?"

Hoffa didn't make another shot, he took a step back.

The other "Hoffa" was suddenly furious. It grabbed Hoffa's head, put its eyes on his face, and roared, "Tell me, what have you been doing these past few years?"

"I protected the school," Hoffa stammered.

"Are you a hermit crab?"

The other party roared like crazy:

"What about our life height?"

"What would you have without Hogwarts?"

"Am I going to die like Filch all my life?"

"Eating and waiting to die for seven years, graduating as an employee of the Ministry of Magic, and finally dying of old age in a hospital bed filled with regret, is this what you want?? Is this what you want?"

He asked frantically, but Hoffa didn't answer. The emptiness in his heart made him unable to face this ambitious self, and he didn't know how to answer these questions.

"Say something!"

Its head swelled, its voice became muffled like thunder, its whole body changed shape directly, colorful colors flowed through its body, every muscle of him was like a huge colored granite.

Hoffa tried to push him away, but found that the opponent was extremely powerful, and the opponent was far superior to himself in the attainment of human body deformation.

"Since you can't answer, go to hell!"

It grabbed Hoffa's neck, tightened its fingers, and layers of scales appeared on its arms. It bared its brutal razor-sharp teeth.

"Uh uh."

Hoffa's eyes began to blur, and he could even hear the wailing of his own bones.

Just as its palm tightened, a black and white cat jumped onto its face and scratched it hard. This claw caught the opponent's eyes.

It turned its head in pain, grabbed Hoffa heavily with one hand, and picked up the black and white cat with the other: "I hate everything related to you."

After finishing speaking, it threw the black and white cat out, smashing through two high walls in a row. Immediately, its chest swelled high like a blower, and then it spewed out a hot blue flame. The scorching high temperature directly melted the garbage mountain, forming a lava ravine.

Looking at the mountain of burning garbage, Hoffa struggled harder.

"Miranda"

He grabbed the iron-like arm around his neck, and felt the other palm on the ground, thinking that if only his wand was still there, if he could conjure a giant hammer, he might be able to knock him to death this.

As soon as the thought came to him, he touched a handle with his right hand, and a hammer appeared in his hand. He raised the hammer and smashed it heavily on the head of his other self.

Bang! !

The giant hammer directly smashed it more than twenty meters away.

Hoffa looked at the hammer in his hand out of breath, and suddenly realized something. This is the Room of Response, and all his requests may be fulfilled.

This gave him hope.

He threw away the hammer, looked at the fire in front of him, and muttered to himself.

I need to put out the fire, I need to put out the fire, I need to put out the fire.

Immediately, countless huge pipes emerged from the ceiling of the Room of Requirement, and a torrent of clear water sprayed out of them, immediately dousing the burning fire.

Hoffa rushed to the garbage dump on hands and feet. The black and white cat was not dead, but half of its hair was burned, and it shivered in the pool of water. He turned the black and white cat out and hugged it, and heaved a sigh of relief.

At this time, there was another loud bang in the distance.

A huge iron claw protruded from the rubbish mountain. This time, the person who was exactly the same as himself had completely lost its human form. It had turned into a half-human, half-dragon monster with golden eyes, and its whole body was full of scars. Ferocious spikes and colorful chameleon-like scales.

Hoffa: "Are you crazy, your friends are going to kill you?"

"Hmph, my hopeless kindness, disgusting compassion, and tolerance without a bottom line, they don't belong to me!"

After the dragon finished speaking, it disappeared into the air.

Hoffa was horrified, it was his own ghost walk, and this guy actually used it.

He knew the horror of this ability, and he also wanted to use ghost walk to avoid subsequent attacks. However, to his great horror, he was unable to use ghost walk, and his ability was taken away by the other party.

Hoffa immediately retreated wildly with the black and white cat in his arms, while receding silently,

"Trap it, trap it, I want a place to trap it."

After the ten-second ghost walk, a giant dragon appeared in front of Hoffa, with a head as huge as a rhinoceros pressed against his nose. It said coldly, "Now, who is Hoffa Bach?"

After speaking, it opened its mouth and bit it, vowing to kill its own weakness on the spot.

Hoffa yelled, "Trap it!"

boom! !

The environment of the entire Room of Requirement changes instantly.

The high mountains of rubbish disappeared, replaced by thick iron chains and huge pendulum-like knives and axes.

The entire floor is sunken, like layers of Russian dolls, bottomless.

The giant dragon stepped into the trap. The trap rotated 360 degrees, protruding out layers of blades, like a rotating meat grinder, inside which pierced countless iron cages layer by layer.

Every time the trap rotates, the creature like him will be seriously injured, but in the blink of an eye, its injuries will recover, and at the same time, its size will become larger, more like a dragon.

Hoffa was terrified. Every time this guy gets hurt, will he be stronger than before? He had never met such a terrible enemy.

"You can't trap me, are you lying to yourself?" The behemoth locked in layers of cages let out a deafening roar. It opened its mouth and let out a hot blue breath.

The breath illuminated Hoffa's face, and Hoffa put his arms around the cat, fear in his heart, and kept repeating in his mouth.

"Shut it up, shut it up, shut it up!"

The shape of the dungeon changed again, and the stone doors were closed, tightly occluding each other. Every time Hoffa said a word, the Room of Requirement would add a layer of protection.

boom!

boom! !

boom! ! !

As the stone gates and iron gates crossed and closed, the blazing dragon's breath was blocked, like a closed Pandora's box, and his face illuminated by the dragon's breath instantly dimmed.

Hoffa collapsed to the ground, cold sweat breaking out on his forehead. After only fighting a few times, he understood that this monster was weirder than any monster he had encountered in the past.

Moreover, just as the dragon hated himself, he also hated that dragon extremely. He didn't want to see something exactly like himself appearing in this world, which would make him doubt his own existence.

boom! !

Suddenly, the entire sealed dungeon bulged out a large piece. There was a muffled thunder-like sound from under the dungeon, and Hoffa was knocked down to the ground.

Then a large part of the dungeon protruded, and the entire tower trembled slightly.

The guy wasn't dead, Hoffa swallowed.

He dare not hesitate. Holding the black and white cat, he rolled and crawled out of the Room of Requirement. He didn't know how long the Room of Requirement could trap it, but the most urgent task was to evacuate everyone in this school.

In the corridor on the eighth floor, Hoffa ran with the cat in his arms.

At this moment, the sky was shining with strange colorful colors, and he didn't know if he was the only one looking at the sky like this, or if everyone else was looking at the sky like this.

He rushed towards the school hall, hoping to find help. But when he came to the school hall, it was empty, only a few remnants of Christmas trees and mistletoe fluttering slightly on the ceiling.

Although the person was gone, he could feel the magic power surging violently in the air.

He followed the magic wave and touched it, and before walking far, he saw two people confronting each other in the corridor.

On one side is the college professor holding a wand, and Dumbledore, and on the other side is Grindelwald with his arm raised.

In the distance, Dumbledore's fierce voice came, "Where is Bach?"