305 Chapter 27, Mark of Death
On the dimly lit street, Little Barty, who was dragging Moody, suddenly pulled out his wand and pointed it at Hoffa.
In the blink of an eye, Hoffa rolled on the spot.
He dodged the lightning-like spell and hit the wall behind. A huge spider appeared on the wall where the spell hit. Think about what would happen if you had just been hit by a spell.
After missing a hit, Little Barty slowly put down his wand, showing a calm smile that definitely didn't belong to him, "You're not very young, but your reaction is quite quick."
"The makeover spell can't fool me." Hoffa slowly got up from the ground: "You should change back."
"Good eyesight, who sent you here, Voldemort?"
While speaking, "Little Barty" squirmed and changed, gradually turning into an ugly and wrinkled old man, while the old man with a broken jaw in his hand turned into a young man with withered and yellow hair.
"No, we're just passing by."
Hoffa lied casually, but remained vigilant. In less than twenty seconds, the confident little Barty was defeated, and even his jaw was removed. After all, it's an old Auror, even if he's retired, it's not just anyone who can ride on his head and shit and pee.
"Assaulting Ministry of Magic officials, and talking nonsense, didn't your parents teach you manners and morals, young man?"
young people? Hoffa raised his eyebrows. He didn't know the exact age of Mad-Eye Moody, but if it was true, he should be two years younger than himself.
(He looked at the setting sun that was about to sink in the distance, took out a tube of blue potion from his waist, and held it in his palm.)
Seeing that Hoffa was silent, Mad-Eye's normal eyes shone with some kind of burning anger: "Are you with Voldemort?"
"No, I don't know him."
Hoffa stalled for time and stepped back. The day was coming to an end, and he didn't want to use a septic potion if he could.
"Lie," Mad-Eye Moody rolled his blue eyes crazily, "Your expression shows signs of lying." He raised his palm, "This guy, Barty Crouch Jr., the famous Death Eater, Voldemort's lackey One, the fact that you came to him in such a hurry means that you are also Voldemort's lackey, right?"
"I'm just an ordinary wizard passing by." While speaking, he touched the gate of the courtyard.
"Don't think about it!"
Mad-Eye Moody was as conscientious as a policeman who saw a thief, he raised his wand and waved the cross.
The courtyard wall behind him slammed shut, and rivets protruded from the courtyard wall, spinning to seal off Hoffa's retreat.
"I don't know how this guy escaped, but when I catch you, I will naturally know——in a daze!"
A red spell spewed out from Mad-Eye's wand. Hoffa looked at the sun in the sky, opened the bottle cap helplessly, and took a sip.
Click!
The curse stopped less than one centimeter in front of Hoffa and hit a transparent shield. Behind the shield is Hoffa's raised finger.
Moody withdrew his wand, his expression changed from contempt to seriousness, "Shield spell? It's interesting, there are really not many people who know this kind of spell these days."
"Thanks."
Hoffa let go of his fingers, and the sun was about to set. The sip of the potion just now was very shallow. He didn't know what would happen if night fell and he still had the septic blood potion on his body. But he hopes to get Mad-Eye Moody out in the last day of the day.
Mad-Eye let go of little Barty whose jaw had been removed, and slowly circled around the yard, "I underestimated you, where is your wand? Take out your wand."
"good."
Hoffa nodded. He broke off a cane from the grape trellis in Moody's yard and raised it up like a wizard duel.
"Are you kidding me!"
This action angered Mad-Eye Moody, his blue magic eyes frantically rolled, and he flicked his wand immediately: "There are many obstacles!"
Countless square stone bricks appeared behind Hoffa and on the ground, with uneven layers.
Then he waved his wand again: "The land falls!"
There was a loud bang, the ground trembled, half of the houses next to it collapsed, the trash cans on the road were overturned on the ground, and garbage was blown everywhere.
Hoffa's feet tilted, he couldn't stand firmly, and fell into the gap between the stone bricks. Mad-Eye Moody swung his wand wide and wide, sinking deeper and deeper into the bricks.
But just when Hoffa was about to be entangled, he threw out the branch in his hand, and the branch deformed and swelled as it flew, turning into a lion as big as three adults, and opened up in the air. With a big mouth, he bit Moody's neck.
Alastor Moody's expression changed drastically, and he immediately took back his wand.
The left hand raised the shield at the same time, blocking the lion's bite. Then he took three steps back and raised his wand: "Torn apart!"
The spell hit the lion, blowing it apart.
But before the lion landed on the ground, its mane shattered and turned black, and then turned into tens of thousands of ants and split apart. They spread on the ground like a layer of black carpet, rushing towards Moody in all directions. The rustling sound makes people shudder.
Mad-Eye Moody backed away again, but found that he couldn't move. Looking down, several stone hands crawled out of the ground at some point, and firmly grasped his ankles.
The ants quickly climbed up his body from the ground along his trouser legs and knees.
Transfiguration, damn it!
Mad-Eye Moody swung his wand again.
"Blazing flames!"
A band of flame light covered the ground, even covering himself. As the flames crackled and licked, some ants exploded like popcorn.
And more ants turned into metal chains in the flames, tightly binding his arms, calves, and waist.
Moody, unable to move, was unable to cast spells, and the flames turned into red embers, which gradually dissipated in the sunset.
Hoffa crawled out of the obstacle spell, and cautiously came to Moody who was trapped.
The two looked at each other in silence, Moody's blue eyes rolled wildly, and the sweat on his forehead wet his gray hair.
Hoffa reached for the wand in Moody's hand.
Suddenly, my heart throbbed.
He clutched his chest and took two steps back. He didn't catch his breath.
Blood flow all over the body stopped.
Looking up, the sun had completely set, and a crescent moon was shining in the sky. The effect of the septic blood potion had not yet passed, and this feeling was as uncomfortable as a nail pierced into the chest.
The metal chains on Mad-Eye Moody's body immediately shrank and dissipated after losing the control of its owner, turning back into a grape branch and falling to the ground.
He reacted very quickly. The moment he regained his freedom, he immediately stretched out his wooden leg and kicked Hoffa in the chest.
Hoffa, who was affected by the septic blood potion, flew backwards with almost no resistance, and hit the wall.
Alastor Moody rolled over and got up, picked up his wand, and pointed straight ahead regardless, "Pierce the chest!"
Click, click, click, click! !
Three spikes appeared out of thin air, pierced through Hoffa's chest in the blink of an eye, nailed him firmly to the courtyard wall, and his chest was smashed.
"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo"
The smoke and dust billowed, and Little Barty, who was paralyzed in the distance, let out a terrified whimper, and immediately crawled out the door without looking back.
Moody stood there panting. He looked at the motionless bald boy who was nailed to the wall, and then at the ordinary vine on the ground.
Until now, he still couldn't imagine that he was actually trapped by a vine on a grape trellis just now. Who is that young bald wizard?
died?
The boy on the wall remained motionless.
Should be dead.
Although he was nailed to the wall motionless, Moody still instinctively didn't want to get close to that guy. He walked up to Barty Crouch Jr. who was crawling on the ground. A palm flipped him over.
"woo woo woo woo."
The withered-haired young man whimpered in horror, raised his palms, and couldn't speak.
"Heal as before!"
Moody's wand pointed at Little Barty's chin, and with a click, the removed chin was put back together.
"Hey hey Moody, Boss Moody." Little Barty was sweating coldly, "You are really... really strong."
"Shut up, tell me all the information about that guy, what's his name, where did he come from, and which family does he belong to?"
"I I. I. Don't know."
Little Barty stammered, "I don't know him well"
"Really?" Moody sneered, pointing his wand to his nose.
"Is it because the dementor's kiss isn't sweet enough for you to dare to lie in front of me?"
Little Barty's legs went limp, and he almost didn't kneel down directly, "I said, I said I can say anything!"
Moody: "Say!"
"He, he, his name."
Little Barty's eyes turned behind Moody, and the expression on his face gradually changed from panic to fear.
"What's his name?" Moody asked furiously when Barty Jr. suddenly stopped talking.
"Hey hey hey." Little Barty smiled sweatyly, "You think. You think, you know. Why don't you, don't you ask him yourself?"
"Um?"
Moody secretly thought something was wrong, and he turned his head abruptly.
The boy who was nailed to the wall by him with the Heart Cone Curse raised his head and looked indifferently ahead. Afterwards, he pressed on the spikes on his chest, followed the three thick spikes on his arms, and walked over little by little. Blood gushed out from his chest in big streams, but no drop fell on the ground.
Such a weird and abnormal scene made Moody feel bad.
Without saying a word, he immediately entered the state of Apparition. Years of combat experience told him that he should leave this place immediately.
crackling.
The blood-man-like boy broke away from the spikes and fell to the ground.
crackling.
Mad-Eye Moody goes into Disapparation.
But just a second before the apparition, the strange boy appeared in front of him with a cloud of red blood mist, and his palm fell lightly, hitting his neck.
That seemingly gentle blow made Moody feel as if he had been struck by lightning, and he stood motionless on the spot, paralyzed all over his body. His blue eyes turned almost to the back of his head, and he couldn't figure out how the guy was still able to move after being pierced in the chest.
Little Barty was lying on the ground, looking at Hoffa under the moonlight, with tears of admiration and longing in his eyes, he almost cried, "It's amazing, it's Mr. Bach. It's Mr. Bach."
"Trash, shut up."
Hoffa turned his head slightly, interrupting Barty Jr.'s flattery. The scar on his chest healed quickly under the moonlight, and the effect of the blood-septic medicine was gradually fading.
"You, who are you!? With this ability, you can't be an unknown person." Moody asked twitching, a strange electric current flowed in his body, making him almost unable to move.
"Who I am is none of your business."
After Hoffa finished speaking lightly, he picked up old Moody from the ground. Fingers reached into his eye sockets and removed his wildly rolling blue eyes, followed by Moody's prosthetic legs, necessary props for his disguise.
But when taking off Moody's clothes, Hoffa found a stack of documents on Moody's chest. Those were some photographs, and some samples of charred bones.
Picking up the bone sample and looking at it, Hoffa immediately narrowed his eyes. A triangular notch was roughly engraved on the bone. Inside the triangle was a circle with a vertical line in the center of the circle.
Grim Reaper sign.
Not only that, he could also detect some kind of strange aura on these charred bone fragments, which awakened some long-term memories hidden in his mind.
Death Mystery - Helheim.
When he was in the first grade at Hogwarts, Joey, the gamekeeper at the time, sacrificed his life in order to allow himself to communicate with the dead Thunderbird, and opened the gate of Helheim, the secret place of death. The cold breath inside that door is still fresh in his memory.
And at this moment, he sensed the aura of the mysterious realm of death on the bone fragment.
"What are these?" Hoffa picked up the charred bones and asked Moody with a serious face.
"You can't get anything from me, Shapeshifter!"
Mad-Eye Moody slumped on the ground and said with a sneer, "God is really blind to have such ability but not to do good deeds, but to follow Voldemort instead."
Hoffa snorted disdainfully, shook his head, and said to Barty Crouch Jr. standing behind him, "Imperius Curse!"
"Yes, Mr. Bach."
Little Barty excitedly clutched his chin that had just been connected, and walked forward. The wand pointed directly at Moody in the chair. "Out of body."
White light flashed.
Mad-Eye Moody's eyes immediately became slack, and his expression became bewildered and silly.
"Tell me, what is this?" Hoffa bent down and continued to ask.
"x-on:#%^iui"
Mad-Eye Moody collapsed on the ground, grumbling inaudibly.
"What are you talking about? Say it louder?" Hoffa put his ear to his mouth.
"$》*+p" Mad-Eye was still muttering aimlessly.
Hoffa frowned, and his ears were closer, and he ordered loudly: "Speak clearly, what are you talking about?"
Mad-Eye Moody sneered: "I said, I am your grandpa."
Hoffa turned his head suddenly, and saw Alastor Moody's uncompromising one-eyed eye and the squirming corner of his mouth under the pale moonlight.
cough! !
He opened his mouth suddenly and bit a tooth, spit out blood and saliva.
The distance was very close, but luckily the septic potion had expired, Hoffa turned his head like lightning to avoid Moody's saliva, and almost bent his head ninety degrees.
But Little Barty standing behind him was not so lucky. He was sprayed with bloody saliva.
He screamed, covering his face and rolling wildly.
Hoffa stood up slowly, looked at Mad-Eye Moody's mutilated but resolute face, and realized that he still underestimated him after all. This guy actually got rid of the control of the Imperius Curse, and he is obviously a very spiritual wizard.
"Kill you!"
"Kill you!"
"Kill you!"
Batty Jr. roared furiously and stood up, with disheveled hair.
The Imperius Curse didn't work, and he was spit all over his face. He became so angry that he picked up a kettle from the ground and smashed it on the head of old Moody.
boom! !
The jug shattered, and the liquid in the jug flowed down Moody's cheeks. His head tilted, and he collapsed limply on the ground, unconscious.
"Kill you, kill you, kill you!"
Little Barty was not relieved, he held up the broken tile in his hand, his expression was distorted, but when he turned his head and saw Hoffa's cold golden eyes, he dropped the tile abruptly, and began to keep hitting Moody. Spit, swear while spitting, "Old man, old man, old man"
Hoffa watched Barty Jr. spitting on Alastor Moody like crazy, but didn't stop him. He carefully put away the photos and bone samples, and walked into Mad-Eye Moody's house from the yard.
There was no valuable furniture in the house, and the only household items that were there were also destroyed in the battle with Little Barty.
But even so.
He still saw an entire wall in the living room with a huge map of Europe hanging on it. And on the map of Europe, there are densely marked with red marks. When I got closer, I found that under each mark was written - missing persons.
His own theater, the Welsh World Cup Stadium, is also marked.
Hoffa clenched his fists involuntarily, his eyes serious.
Sure enough, Grindelwald's plan to destroy the world is not completely airtight, and someone has noticed the clues. It's just that for some unknown reason, this large-scale disappearance of people has not been reported in the newspapers so far.
He counted the locations marked on the map, and there were more than a dozen of them, all in various countries.
He gasped.
In this way, not only two places, but more than a dozen places in Europe are being attacked by unknown people.
If each place has as many missing people as its own theater, then it is conservatively estimated that there are tens of thousands of people in more than a dozen places.
In just a few days, tens of thousands of people died in such a large area of Europe, which made Hoffa puzzled.
How did that guy Grindelwald manage to appear in so many places at the same time?