Chapter 275: 75

Seeing Fatil's sudden madness, Hoffa took a step back involuntarily. What a crazy plan to go back fifty years and kill Grindelwald as a minor.

"As long as you kill him, not to mention that Aglaia will not die, even this wizard war will not happen."

Fatil became more and more excited as he spoke, and he began to walk around the room, "Those mediocre people say that I have done nothing, how can they know my true thoughts, one by one fears him like a tiger, and one by one cuddles together Heating, but no one really took action."

"Then what will happen to her?"

Hoffa asked stammeringly.

"who?"

In the frenzy, Fatil turned his head and asked with a frown.

"Ke, Chloe, Chloe, what will happen to her? She can only bring people back three days at most."

The room of the Minister of Magic fell into a dead silence. After a while, Fatil slowly sat back in his chair, picked up a quill and started spinning:

"Her? What will happen to her?" He chewed Hoffa's words and asked, "What do you care about?"

"Her blood."

Hoffa said, "Her blood is the source of the magic power. If you want to go back fifty years ago, how much blood do you need!?"

Fatil calmed down from the previous frenzy, he sat back at the table, looked at Hoffa displeased: "What do you mean?"

"If you want to go back fifty years ago, then a hundred of her blood would not be enough for you to draw."

"Oh, you're worried about that."

Fatil exhaled and smiled, "You don't have to worry about it. I haven't accomplished nothing this year. I made a machine that can double her power. I believe that as long as her blood is drained, it can definitely be done." Reaching the level of going back fifty years.

Previously, I thought about doing this myself, but now that you are here, I even want you to help me do it. After all, Grindelwald is probably not your opponent at your age. "

"What about her, will she die?"

boom! !

Fatil suddenly grabbed an ink bottle on the table, and slammed it heavily at Hoffa. The ink bottle smashed into Hoffa's face, and the fragments pierced into the skin. The dark ink mixed with blood slowed down on Hoffa's stunned face. Slow down.

Fatil's face, which had just eased up, completely collapsed. He squinted the same blue eyes as Aglaia, looked at Hoffa, and gritted his teeth: "Are you worried that she is dead?"

Hoffa didn't answer, letting ink and blood splatter all over his body.

After smashing the ink bottle, Fatil leaned back on the chair and sneered, "If you want to know so much, then let me tell you. She will die, for sure. Under that kind of high-intensity space-time ability, she must die. My body and soul will all be devoured by my time machine. However, by sacrificing only one person, you can win the war and stop all crimes. In anyone's eyes, this deal is extremely cost-effective."

Listening to Fatil's words, Hoffa no longer knew what to say. At this moment, he seemed to see another Grindelwald.

He seemed to see the past when Dumbledore had to sacrifice himself to preserve the overall situation under the persecution of Grindelwald.

He seemed to see Grindelwald standing in front of him in the darkness and saying to Dumbledore in the third grade: "If you can eliminate the ultimate evil and sacrifice one or two people, what's the point?"

"No, Fattil, this can't work."

Shocked, he touched the shards of glass on his face, threw himself back, and pressed Fatil's table, "There must be another way! Trust me, there must be another way."

"You love her, you love the nun, don't you?"

Fatil's decadent blue eyes were as sharp as a sharp knife at the moment: "If I didn't catch her now, but a random homeless man on the street, would you still stand in front of me now!?"

He squinted, stood up from the chair, stepped on his desk, and walked towards Hoffa step by step, but Hoffa could only step back step by step.

"My daughter saved you when you were most helpless, is this how you repay her? Yes."

"In just one year, you turned around and found a new love."

Every sentence of Fatier hit Hoffa's heart like a sledgehammer, "I misunderstood you, Bach, you are despicable, shameless, and ungrateful. How dare you say that you didn't kill anyone when you were in France. Do you dare to say that on the way you sent that nun all the way back, no one was killed?"

"That's my fault!"

Hoffa said painfully: "I didn't understand it at the time! I didn't understand sacrifice and love. I was already lost under the impermanent fate."

His face was pale, but he didn't step back, but grabbed Fatil's arm: "But I know more and more now that the more people I kill, the more I resemble Grindelwald, and one day I will Become like him!"

"What does that matter? In this cruel world, there is no right or wrong at all. The only thing there is an exchange of equal value. If you want to get one thing, you have to sacrifice another thing! Do you understand? Hoffa .Bach!!"

"I understand, I understand too well."

Hoffa said painfully: "But I understand better that if we really do this, nothing will change in the end, and everything will be the same as before."

"How dare you tell the difference with someone who has lost everything!?"

Fatil roared and pushed Hoffa hard against the wall with his backhand, "Family is everything to me, even if I fall into hell, I will pull her back, that's the difference!"

His throat was grasped by his hands, and Hoffa's eyes were a little red. He coughed and said with difficulty: "I have no father or mother. She is the first friend I know. You are by no means the only one who lost everything."

"Then help me!!!"

Fatil roared, slobbering and pressing Hoffa: "Then help me, kill those who dare to stop me, and let my plan go smoothly!"

Hoffa's lips were white, looking at Fatier's completely distorted face under the silver hair, his heart was like a knife, and the pain was almost uncontrollable. He shook his head: "I can't do it, Fatiel." He died He firmly held Fatil's hand, and his voice was pleading: "There must be other ways, please calm down."

"There is no other way, Bach. Nothing can change fate except time. I ask you one last time, will you help me?"

The faces of the two people are very close, but there is an invisible gully between them, like the Great Rift Valley tearing apart the earth, like the deepest Mariana Trench under the sea, bottomless.

Accompanied by Hoffa's speechlessness, Fatil's face changed from fury and hope to complete coldness.

He slowly loosened Hoffa's collar, and slowly took two steps back. His blue eyes were covered with deep fatigue and numbness. Even though he still had an extremely young appearance, his posture at this moment looked like a old old man.

"In that case, let's go."

He said lightly.

Hoffa took a step forward, the next second.

Boom! !

Accompanied by a blow that almost shook the ground.

Fatil's desk was turned into dust, and the countless documents waiting for approval on the desk exploded as if a grenade had been stuffed into it, and exploded into debris flying all over the sky.

Among the pieces of paper flying all over the sky, an invisible beast slammed into Hoffa's chest heavily. Hit him directly, smashing him into the wall. It flew backwards, and then smashed through four or five walls in a row before barely stopping.

Countless gravels the size of heads rumbled down. This unexpected blow caused bone fractures that were almost incalculable. Before he even had time to transform his body into steel, the invisible beast exerted force again, smashing into the ruins of rubble. Among them, biting his thigh and throwing him high.

Ghost Walk!

Hoffa in mid-air goes on a ghost walk.

In the gray and white shadow world, the dragon-shaped beast that ran away when it saw him before, now its eyes turned red, and its entire body more than doubled in size.

Its transparent body bit its own thigh, pushed itself forward like crazy, and plowed one crack after another on the ground.

boom! !

Break through a wall again.

It directly hit Hoffa in the shadows and shattered the wall leading to the elevator shaft. Two extremely hard heads smashed straight through the iron grille of the Ministry of Magic elevator, and pierced through the air.

Hoffa looked at the bottomless elevator below him, and then at his chest. His chest disappeared, as if he was suspended in the elevator shaft out of thin air with only one head and half chest.

"Damn it, Fatil."

He gritted his teeth and raised his head from the half-suspended state. The three-ring scar on his chest was as bright as a torch. His arm returned to its original shape with a click, and the wound healed quickly. He held the mouth of the transparent beast and entered the world of shadows at the same time. .

In the shadow world, the dragon-shaped beast bit his thigh, and the long kiss directly swallowed his lower body into its mouth.

Crackling, he used his hands hard.

The huge deformation force made him forcefully open the shadow dragon's mouth. He bent over and stepped on its jaw to stand up.

Afterwards, he saw a surge of energy rapidly gather in the depths of the gray and transparent throat, emitting a glaring white light.

Roar! !

An invisible flame spewed out from the mouth of the Dragon of Shadows, hitting the boy who was pressing against its mouth. The high temperature made the air fluctuate like water ripples. It was all scattered.

He stepped on the jaw of the shadow dragon and exerted force on his legs.

Boom! !

The fire-breathing beast lost its balance, and was stepped on by a huge force and fell straight down. He fell into the deep elevator shaft and disappeared, and with the help of this reaction force, Hoffa threw himself back out of the elevator shaft.

In the smashed elevator shaft, a sign board was lying on the ground. He bent down and quickly clicked on the signboard with his fingers.

Second Floor, Department of Magical Law Enforcement

Third Floor, Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters

Sixth Floor, Department of Magical Transportation

Seventh Floor, Department of Magical Sports

Ninth Floor, Department of Mysteries,

"Department of Mysteries, Department of Mysteries, Nicole Flamel at the bottom"

Hoffa quickly determined where he was going. Fatil had lost his mind under the crazy obsession. He had to find Chloe first, and then talk to him slowly.

At the same time, the walls of the Ministry of Magic that were pierced by the shadow dragon, just like flesh and blood healing time backwards, they became whole again as the rubble flew.

"Hiss, squeak, squeak, squeak"

Accompanied by dense sounds, gargoyles crawled over from the ceiling one by one, each of them was the size of three adults, with a frightening blue light shining in their eyes.

He didn't dare to hesitate, and jumped into the broken elevator shaft.

As soon as they jumped off, countless gargoyles stuck their heads in, densely crowded at the broken elevator entrance, making the scalp numb. I saw those gargoyles raising their marble-cast arms, and each arm appeared A javelin.

Click! !

Hoffa, who was falling in mid-air, looked back and raised his hand for a finger of death.

In the loud noise, a red light folded three times, the elevator shaft was illuminated brightly, and the heads of countless gargoyles were concentrated like magic lightning. The heads of hundreds of gargoyles were blown into fly ash in an instant under the extremely high temperature, and they fell from the sky. Slowly falling.

Before Hoffa breathed a sigh of relief.

He fell at an extreme speed and stopped in mid-air in an instant.

Hundreds of javelins pierced through the four walls, like a trap in an ancient tomb, and directly stabbed him into a sieve, one of his eyeballs was pierced, his intestines were stabbed out, the blood flowed wildly, and the elevator shaft was completely turned into a sieve. Shura field.

"Fuck!!"

He cursed from the bottom of his heart.

At this time, he was convinced that Fatil really wanted to kill himself. Even in this situation, he couldn't believe that this was what his former teacher and best friend's father did to him.

Rows of javelins deformed, each with sharp tines. Hoffa's whole body was in severe pain and almost numb. Even at night, his body's recovery speed couldn't keep up with the speed of the destruction.

This is not over yet, the elevator shaft squeezed towards the middle in all directions, and the Ministry of Magic at this moment seemed to come alive, turning into a ferocious beast that chooses and devours people.

Seeing that he was about to be squeezed into meat paste, Hoffa, unable to move, looked up the elevator shaft with his only remaining eye. Across the layers of floors of the Ministry of Magic and countless protective magic, he still saw the moon in the sky. Outside the Ministry of Magic, it was the darkest moment of night.

He heard the whisper of the God of the Night again: After sleep, I listen to your singing in the dark, eight wild beasts, sinking into the river of oblivion in the underworld, the holy nail pierces the flesh and blood of sinners, a prayer, the spirit bird that bestows eternal life

He lowered his eyes, and the three rings on his chest grew to his entire upper body. Four blood-red wings grew out from behind him. When he flicked his wings, the red feathers fluttered and countless steel pierced. He tore his body apart, and the ugly and terrible flesh turned into countless flying nightingales. Passed through the densely packed steel nails, flew to the ground with melodious singing, and regrouped into a complete gray-haired and golden-eyed boy.

Hoffa looked at his unscathed hands in astonishment, and then looked at the densely packed steel thorn traps on the top. He was terrified and at the same time secretly exclaimed mystery. The feeling of communicating with the gods just at the moment of life and death is really similar to believers who prayed to God before death.

However, he didn't have time to think about the relationship between the gods and himself at the moment. Chloe's life and death haunted him. He leaned against the wall and walked sideways in the dark corridor.

Not long after, he came to a dark round room.

The Department of Mysteries is at the bottom of the Ministry of Magic. Fifty years later, because of the storage of the prophecy ball, it led to Tom Riddle's massive invasion, and it was also the place where Harry's godfather Sirius died. Thinking of Sirius' death, Hoffa felt a deep sense of ominousness.