Chapter 193 Chapter 60

Three days later, following the guidance of Fatil's map, Hoffa came to a small town by the river. The houses on the street were low and horizontal, and several old fishing boats with internal combustion engines were moored on the pier.

It's just that these fishing boats are already burning with raging flames. There was black smoke. Countless ghostly figures walked through the dark night sky, covering their heads and shaking. Some held bricks and smashed them repeatedly. I don't know what to smash.

Someone was tearing at his own body, walking on the street like a numb corpse.

There are also people who are like sardines. Wherever the fish swim, they swim there. They follow behind the large group, and they don't understand why they follow the large group.

The chaos and madness kept eroding people's sanity, which made Hoffa startled. He began to gradually understand that all people are the product of loneliness, but few people can really learn to get along with loneliness.

People invented entertainment, social interaction, order, division of labor, and all kinds of things. The crowd is attached to the rules for warmth, and once the rules are stripped away.

The whole world will fall into a primitive state of chaos and pain, which is probably what Grindelwald wants to see.

Now, under the attraction of that nihilistic dragon, the hopes of the entire world are collapsing in a chained state.

There is not much time left for him.

He looked at the map and started to run in big strides among the chaotic and crazy crowd. Now, he can only hope that Norbert has not been affected by himself.

Before he had gone far, he felt faint fluctuations in magic power, and the fluctuations were very weak.

Hoffa's eyes lit up, he was lucky, there were still wizards in this town, and he traced the past along the magic wave.

Following the vague magical fluctuations, Hoffa came to an alley full of domestic garbage. Circles of dilapidated neon lights shone on the shops on the street, and the dirty water on the ground reflected red and blue light.

There are dense, criss-crossing wires above his head, and the walls are covered with psoriasis-like advertising posters. Seeing this kind of place, Hoffa couldn't help but think of Wu's Orphanage.

A faint cry came into Hoffa's ears.

"Let me go! Let me go."

There was a crackling and knocking sound from the garbage dump, mixed with someone's cry of pain. As soon as Hoffa turned the corner, he saw several boys about his own age stuck in the garbage pile at the end of the alley, kicking something with their feet.

White saliva flowed from the corners of their mouths, their eyes were red, and they looked crazy.

He approached slowly, and looked around, and saw that these children were attacking a tall adult. The man was wearing an old and dirty cloth shirt, shivering and falling on the rainy ground, trembling constantly. The rain on the ground has already mixed with a trace of pink.

"Monster, you are a monster"

The first yellow-haired boy said frantically.

"Heretical. Evil"

Another kid said wildly.

".Let's kill him."

A boy drew a knife: "I can't help it."

"What's the rush? Wouldn't it be nice to let him die?"

The yellow-haired boy stammered, "I don't want him to die, he's too evil."

"Then what shall we do?"

"I'm going to cut his limbs into pieces and bring him back to life. Haha."

He said while shaking his head and laughing.

"Makes sense."

A boy raised the blade and licked the blade frantically, his mouth was full of blood. Then he raised the blade and was about to stab the fallen man's body.

The moment the sharp blade pierced, a hand like iron pincers grasped his wrist, preventing him from moving.

The big boy turned his head, only to find a strange boy about his own age standing beside him. But before he could really see who the boy was, a hand knife landed on the back of his neck, softly knocking him unconscious.

Then, in less than three seconds, the four chaotic and crazy teenagers all fainted to death. They fell to the ground like broken sacks.

Hoffa sighed and turned to look.

It wasn't until then that he saw clearly which man was huddled between the two trash cans, and there was a man covered in bruises. And the man was looking at him with a pair of beetle-like brown eyes.

man?

A bolt of lightning flashed, illuminating his face.

No, maybe not a man, because although this man is big, his face is surprisingly immature and frightened. That's right, he is the guy with magic fluctuations.

Hoffa looked at him for a while, feeling a little familiar, so he stretched out his hand and said gently, "Hey, are you okay?"

Rubeus Hagrid looked at the boy who was still twitching and foaming in the rubbish beside him, his head lowered violently. He curled up into a ball in fear, without saying a word.

"Are you okay?" Hoffa tilted his head, "You're a wizard, right?"

"I'm not I'm not."

The big man covered his face in horror and stepped back, but there was a wall behind him, and there was no way to retreat.

Hoffa carefully looked at the other person's face, which was somewhat similar to Norber's. A trace of long-term memory finally surfaced, and he understood the other person's identity. The Fantastic Beasts fanatic and the most important supporting character in the future Harry Potter era.

He is not crazy yet, which made Hoffa see some kind of hope. He stepped forward and asked softly:

"Noble is your father, right?"

It may be that his mental force field is quite soft, or it may be that his tone is different from those crazy people. The big boy in front of him gradually calmed down.

He looked up into Hoffa's eyes and nodded slowly:

"Yes, it is."

Hoffa held Hagrid down and said softly, "Let me meet your father, okay?"

Ruburt was taken aback for a moment, then curled his lips, and said aggrievedly.

"Father has gone mad."

"Crazy?"

Hoffa murmured, and he was not too surprised by this answer. He had seen too many people who fell into madness along the way. "It's okay, let me go see him."

Looking into the golden eyes under the gray hair, Hagrid nodded. He got up from the ground and picked up a small paper bag. There are two small breads in the small paper bag. He carefully put away the bread, and said to Hoffa.

"follow me."

Hoffa followed Hagrid, and they passed through the mad and chaotic towns, through the black burning woods, and through the wheat fields where the crows were flying.

In the end, they came to an abandoned farm. As soon as he stood at the gate of the farm, Hoffa smelled a pungent smell of alcohol.

Pushing open the door, he saw a man with a disheveled face lying on a high stack of straw. He was wrapped in a thick coat, and piles of discarded wine bottles were scattered around him.

It was Norbert Hagrid, but this man's eyes were no longer as aggressive as the one he saw during the summer vacation. In its place was confusion and exhaustion.

Seeing Hoffa approaching, he turned his head and glanced numbly. Hoffa was secretly surprised, the look in his eyes was the same as when he chose to die.

Hagrid stepped forward and took out two buns from his pocket, but Norbert pushed him away. He cursed loudly: "Where's the wine. Where's the fuck is my wine.?"

"I'm done drinking and I can't find it."

Ruburt said in a low voice.

"Trash. Go!!"

Noble snarled and pushed him, but he rolled down from a pile of wine bottles with too much force. He didn't care, blindfolded, and turned on the ground for a long time, but there were only empty bottles after turning for a long time. He became annoyed, and splashed back and forth among the bottles like paddling water.

Hoffa looked around and saw a half-bottle in the closet, so he went over and picked it up. Walking up to Noble, he bent down and handed it to him.

"It's you.?"

Drooling, Noble gave him a sideways glance, and then snatched the bottle with his hands. He raised his head and gulped down a sip of wine: "Do you know who can go to heaven hiccup?"

Hoffa whispered: "People who are not allergic to alcohol."

"Haha, you're really smart. My mother knew from the beginning that you're not easy."

Then he lay on the ground and kicked Hagrid on the ankle.

"Go away. You don't have one yet. Strangers are pleasing to the eye."

Hoffa pulled him by the shoulders and dragged him away. Then, he stood up, walked to the side of the aggrieved boy, patted Hagrid's arm, and said softly, "Go out and wait for me."

Hagrid looked at the pure eyes of the other party. Although the other party was only as tall as his shoulders, he had no reason to have a trust in the man in front of him, a trust in him.

He nodded, turned his head and ran out, stopped outside the haystack on the farm, and looked inside the house.

Inside the house, Hoffa sat cross-legged beside Norber.

"What the hell are you doing, come out?"

Noble said drunkenly, "I fucking thought... I thought you were locked up in Azkaban."

"There was a rebellion in Azkaban, and all the prisoners escaped." Hoffa said softly, "Grindelwald destroyed that place."

"So you ran out while you were in chaos? You are really clever."

Norber took another sip of his wine: "What, why did you come to me? To seek revenge."

Hoffa just looked at him without speaking.

"Don't fucking look at me like that, kid."

Noble waved his hands meaninglessly and irritably: "If you were me at that time, you would also run there. If you want to blame, blame you for not apparating."

"I didn't come to argue with you."

Hoffa cut him off.

"Did you make that monster?"

Noble: "I made. What did I make?"

"The Dragon of Nothingness?"

"Nothing. Dragon."

Noble laughed loudly, "What are you talking about, can nothingness be created? Don't be kidding."

He gulped down a sip of wine, threw the bottle away, and then lay sprawled on the ground, about to sleep. Hoffa reached for his collar and pulled him up.

"what are you doing?"

"I'm going to stop it."

"Stop? You're finished. The world is finished. You don't know Grindelwald at all. You don't know how crazy he is in his bones."

Hoffa: "I didn't tell you about Grindelwald, I was talking about that monster."

"monster!!"

Noble suddenly roared:

"What a fucking monster, you keep saying it's a monster. I'll tell you what the fuck it is, it's reality, meaningless reality!

Fortunately, I have worked hard to study for forty years, and I have worked hard to study the bio-fusion technology for forty years. Before it was formed, it was taken away by someone and made a wedding dress for others!

This is my life's painstaking effort, and now it has been taken away, what do you expect from me, my existence is worthless."

Hoffa put his hands on his shoulders, trying to calm him down. Unexpectedly, this action aroused the opponent's strong resistance.

"You fucking dare to touch me! You little bastard, if it weren't for you. How could I."

Hoffa firmly pressed Norber under his body, pressing his arm, as if pressing a wounded wild animal.

"Don't think about it."

"Don't think about it!"

Noble roared: "That is my forty years of hard work, don't you tell me not to think about it? Don't you understand, we are just pawns played by others"

"Do you remember that cabin?"

Hoffa asked.

"We are pawns!"

Noble was still roaring sadly, "It's a fucking pawn!"

"Do you remember that cabin?"

Hoffa turned up the volume.

"I fucking remember what kind of cabin, you get lost!"

Norbert tried to push Hoffa away, but his fingers touched a glass wine bottle, so he smashed Hoffa in the face.

boom! !

The bottle shattered in Hoffa's face.

The wine stained his hair and cheeks, but he didn't even change his expression. He took Norbert's palm and pulled the bottle away.

"Do you remember what you said to me?"

"What the hell did I tell you!?"

Noble struggled.

"One must live like a dragon!"

Hoffa held him tightly.

"A dragon doesn't care if it dies tomorrow, it doesn't care if it's eaten by a bigger dragon, it even has an asshole with another male dragon that doesn't care about being in heat."

Hoffa held him tightly, and said loudly: "The dragon only cares about whether he can eat enough, whether he can breed enough offspring, and whether the offspring can survive."

"Go away! I never said that!"

Noble struggled desperately, his muscles spasming.

"I don't remember, I don't remember!"

"You still have offspring, your life goal has not been completed yet!"

Hoffa roared, pointing to Ruburt standing outside, pointing at his terrified little face.

"Your son may do extraordinary things in the future! Are you going to bury his future right here?"

This sentence was like a sharp arrow hitting the vital point, and Norbert did not move. His rigid body slowly relaxed.

Hoffa stood up, looked at Norbert lying in the pile of wine bottles, and took a few breaths: "Listen, I can help you become the top dragon trainer, but you have to follow my plan."

In the end, Norber covered his face and began to howl like a wild beast. He hit the ground heavily with his head.

Hoffa didn't speak, he just stood aside, waiting and observing silently.

Finally, accompanied by Hoffa, he got rid of his existential anxiety. After a painful struggle, Norbert got up, leaned against the haystack, raised his head with a bruised nose,

"What can you do?"