189 Chapter 56, Falling Apart

Hoffa leaned against the wall, hugged the black and white cat, and listened to the conversation in the corridor.

Grindelwald: "What time is it?"

Dumbledore: "What did you say?"

Grindelwald said indifferently: "Oh, because depending on the time, he may be a person or a dragon now."

Dumbledore: "What do you mean, what dragon?"

Grindelwald: "Albus, you transported dragons back to Hogwarts from other countries, and asked Fatil Drasses to raise them for you. You even persuaded the alchemist Norbert Hagrid to work for you, so that He mass-produces dragon eggs for you. It is convenient for you to train a group of elite soldiers to be invincible on the wizard battlefield.

But do you think you know him well? That alchemist madman, do you think you can make him submit obediently by giving him a little profit? "

Dumbledore shook for a moment: "Is Norbert Hagrid your man?"

"Tsk, it's not true, poor Norber, he only wants to research the ultimate creature that combines the advantages of all fire dragons. I think you have probably heard of it."

Dumbledore, "That's impossible."

"Yes, it is indeed impossible. Because no matter how perfect the body is, it is just a joke without the support of the soul. But a super body, plus Hoffa Bach's soul and instinct suppressed by you. Tsk tsk tsk Albus, you Can you imagine that monster?"

Dumbledore stepped back, looking at him in disbelief.

Grindelwald spread his hands: "Why, Principal Dumbledore, is it frustrating for you to lose control of everything? Do you feel that your efforts to control everything are futile."

Dumbledore pulled out his wand and put it on Grindelwald's head. The hard tip of the wand tilted Grindelwald's head, pointing his head to the side.

Grindelwald raised a finger.

"A friendly reminder to you, a monster that is completely out of anyone's control will appear. If you stay here with the rest of the students, you may die at any time."

Dumbledore's chest heaved violently. He held up his wand, gritted his teeth and said, "Horace, evacuate all the students and take them to the station."

The pale Slughorn stepped back slowly with his wand raised.

After Slughorn pushed away, Dumbledore asked sharply:

"Where is Bach?"

"Too late."

"Where is Bach?" Dumbledore roared. "He's only fourteen years old, and it has nothing to do with you or me."

"You and I have grievances? Grindelwald sneered, "We have different positions, so don't say those things that don't matter. "

Dumbledore: "What do you want?"

"Oh, did you finally think of the deal negotiation?"

Grindelwald pointed to the wand resting on his head.

Dumbledore put down his wand, and asked in a low voice:

"Ho, Fa, Ba, He, where, where?"

Grindelwald raised his hand:

"OK, I can tell you his location, but the next step is the key. We change one by one, either you let me go, I will tell you his location, and you go to save him, or."

Grindelwald stretched his hand forward: "You can take me to Azkaban."

"you"

Dumbledore's tone froze, and he fell into a speechless silence.

Grindelwald grinned sarcastically, "Why, didn't Hitler catch you when he came in front of you? Albus? If you catch me, most of the wizarding battlefields in Europe will be calmed down."

After he finished jokingly, there was only depressing breathing in the entire corridor.

"Why, don't talk?" Grindelwald asked softly, "Or do you want to kill me?"

While talking, he actually pulled out the Elder Wand, put it in Dumbledore's hand, and put the wand on his head.

"It's not impossible."

The other professors around were stunned. They held their wands, or looked at each other, or at Dumbledore, completely lost their minds.

Dumbledore held the Elder Wand, he couldn't catch his breath, and his face became paler and paler. He gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words,

"You you devil!"

"What about the devil? The devil comes from reality." Grindelwald's expression became indifferent,

"But I don't create gods. I never create gods that look perfect but are illusory and have no flaws."

The muscles on Dumbledore's face twitched, the wand in his hand began to tremble, and Grindelwald was extremely indifferent:

"Choose, Albus, control me, or save Bach."

When this sentence was asked, everyone held their breath, not only the professor holding the wand behind him, but even Hoffa who was eavesdropping upstairs also held his breath. He felt like a tightrope walker, without a safety rope, dangling in the air, and it was his trust in this school that kept his spirit balanced.

Dumbledore stood still, and finally, he said word by word: "Send him to Azkaban."

Half of the professors exclaimed,

"Albus!"

"Albus?"

"Dumbledore!"

"Shut up!" Dumbledore's face was as cold as iron at the moment, and he took a step back.

"Tie up this self-righteous lunatic and send him to Azkaban to await trial."

The professors from the four colleges hesitated for a moment, but under the order of the vice principal, they still stepped forward and waved their wands.

Countless spells spewed out from the wands of each professor, turning into red iron chains that bound Grindelwald tightly, round after round, layer after layer.

Grindelwald didn't even look at the restraints on his body, he whispered sarcastically; "A good leader, Albus. Just like you are to your own sister, the real you has not changed a little over the years"

Dumbledore held back the Elder Wand, and without thinking, he punched Grindelwald in the face, hitting him until his lips split open. Cheeks are high and swollen.

But Grindelwald raised his head calmly, licked his lips, and blinked into the distance, as if speaking to an invisible person.

Dumbledore turned around and followed Grindelwald's gaze, but saw nothing.

Grindelwald's smile was clearly imprinted in Hoffa's eyes.

Just like the roller coaster reached the bottom moment, the power was suddenly cut off, and it could no longer go up.

He leaned against the wall, squatted down slowly, and let out a long breath.

At this moment, he finally understood Grindelwald's plan, and he opened up his relationship with Hogwarts and Dumbledore openly.

He understood the opponent's plan, but there was nothing he could do. He felt cold and powerless. All persistence lost its meaning at this moment, this was the pain that even the dementors in Azkaban had never brought him.

After sitting for a while, he hugged the cat and slowly wandered around Hogwarts.

Walking to an empty classroom on the third floor, he opened the door and walked in, and put the black and white cat on the podium. He touched the cat's head, kissed her on the head, and whispered, "I'm sorry."

The cat meowed, but the meaning was unknown.

Hoffa then walked out of the classroom and locked the door.

He walked alone in the empty Hogwarts, his fingers slowly slid across the stone bricks carved for thousands of years on the wall. For thousands of years, has there been anyone like me in this school? A person who walks alone in a corner with nothing around him.

He dropped his pretense completely.

He began to think, to think about himself.

The more he thinks, the more he discovers his own meaninglessness.

He thought of Miranda, he thought of Sylby, he thought of Grindelwald, he thought of Dumbledore, he thought of Fatil.

Everyone has their own plans, everyone has their own goals, except him.

All along, he has lived in the shadow of others. He passively stops his opponents, passively helps others, passively accepts other people's ideas, and passively allows the world to change him.

Except for some simple thoughts, he never thought about what he really wanted. He doesn't understand his place in this universe at all.

He has no purpose, no parents in his life, no Sirius-like godfather, not even an adversary like Voldemort to drive him to revenge. He doesn't have any regrets from previous lives, and he doesn't think too much about material things.

After being exposed to the freshness of magic at the beginning, he gradually discovered that magic and superpowers are meaningless things.

When I was a child, I thought magic was cool and dazzling, but it was just the novelty and curiosity of things I had never seen before. But this curiosity cannot fill its own void.

He has no pursuit, no drive, no goals.

As a human being, his essence is blank.

Hogwarts cannot fill the void.

No one can fill this inherent gap.

He continued to think, couldn't stop thinking.

He pondered his feelings for Hogwarts. With my unreasonable love and unspeakable persistence, what exactly is he guarding?

In the end, he discovered that what he was guarding was not actually Hogwarts, but what he was guarding was actually his fantasy of life and his desire for simplicity.

Reality is full of all kinds of desires, like a pot of hodgepodge, sex, interests, dignity, fame, war

It is precisely because the reality is so cruel that he constructs a utopia in his heart, trying to project himself into this utopia.

But Hogwarts is not utopia, nowhere is utopia, Hogwarts is just Hogwarts, and reality is just reality. Cruel, chaotic.

He walked to the school's hunting ground, and the breeze blew across the snow-covered ground in winter, and he spit out mouthfuls of frosty white mist.

Thinking of last year, I was here against Sylby at high altitude. And now, Hoffa asked himself, would he make the same decision again?

he does not know.

The only thing he knew was that he couldn't go back.

Either become the same as reality, or choose to destroy

In the sky, a blood-red full moon shines brightly. Hoffa walked to the edge of the hunting ground near the Black Lake, stood on a cliff more than 100 meters away, looked at the sparkling lake in front of him, and turned around slowly.

At this moment, his shadow was following behind, stretching the old elders under the blood-red full moon. The shadow was not in the shape of a human being at all, and there was a terrifying color flowing in it like venom.

Afterwards, the shadow struggled to get up from the ground, and quickly expanded into a huge transparent monster hundreds of meters long.

The boy stood in front of the dragon, which was not as long as one of its front teeth.

The colorful dragon exhaled a pungent sulfur breath, rumbled and whispered: "You think you can get rid of me? Use a simple and rude secret room?"

At this point, Hoffa calmed down unexpectedly. He looked at the head of the dragon in front of him and said lightly: "Do it."