307 Chapter 29, the Imitation Monster

By the time Barty Jr. and Hoffa got out of the carriage, the people outside had almost left.

The Hogwarts Castle in the distance is still majestic in the night, hiding too many unknown secrets.

On the Black Lake, you can see the jagged water splashes on the lake. It was hundreds of first-year freshmen performing a traditional river crossing ceremony, led by a strong man with thick hair whistling.

On the other side, hundreds of silent Thestrals pulled the carriage, slowly advancing through the rain, passed through the gate carved with winged boars, and disappeared into the darkness.

"Do you want to follow?"

On the platform, Little Barty didn't move, he asked the owl anxiously while holding an umbrella.

Hoffa stood in the cage, looked at the dark castle of Hogwarts, and shook his head: "No."

"Why not, we might miss the banquet if we don't go."

"I say no!"

Hoffa gritted his teeth, he couldn't explain it to Barty Jr.

Because the weird Cedric Diggory was controlled just now, he didn't dare to enter Hogwarts rashly. He wasn't quite sure what was waiting for him in the castle, and to be honest he had some shadows.

"All right."

Little Barty stood still.

In the distance, a train attendant was walking towards here, holding a lantern and wearing a black raincoat, as if he was inspecting the train.

"Don't just stand there, find a place to hide." Hoffa said cautiously.

"yes."

Little Barty held an umbrella in one hand and pushed the cart with the other. He walked towards the castle like a tool man, but before walking up the steps, he turned a corner and walked towards a huge willow tree in the distance.

The willow tree has twisted knots, which looks like a huge face. Its branches are densely facing upwards, like thick octopus legs, shaking constantly in the heavy rain.

It was the Whomping Willow, Hoffa knew, planted in Harry Potter's father's day, and it didn't exist when Hoffa was at school.

However, little Barty seemed to be very familiar with the willow tree. He didn't get too close to the tree, and when he was about fifty meters away from it, he bypassed it and came to the edge of the empty Forbidden Forest. Here, they could see an old stone house in the distance, as well as large patches of pumpkins in the rainstorm.

"Is it all right here, Mr. Bach?" Little Barty asked.

"Um."

"But... Then, how long are we going to stay here?"

Little Barty was at a loss.

The iron cage turned into a rain hat, and Hoffa transformed from an owl back into a human form. He stood by the edge of the Forbidden Forest and looked at the lights of the castle in the distance. Until now, he is still not sure who is controlling Cedric. Who, this made him very uneasy too.

Some kind of air-conditioning gradually spread in the hunting ground, and the footsteps of Xi Xi came from the depths of the rainstorm Forbidden Forest. The footsteps were mixed with the rain and could not be detected at all, but Hoffa at night still touched the uneasy feeling. The source is very similar to the unease during the Quidditch World Cup.

At this time.

"Sind alle gegangen?" (Has the person finished walking?)

"Sie sind alle gegangen." (End of walk)

"Knnen wir anfangen?" (Can I start?)

"Fangen wir an." (Let's begin)

Someone was speaking in the Forbidden Forest, the language was German, and the voice was very low. Hoffa narrowed his eyes and turned his head away bit by bit.

Little Barty didn't hear the sound at all. Seeing Hoffa looking behind him, he asked curiously, "What's the matter, Barty?"

A finger was on his lips, blocking his speech: "Follow me, don't talk." Hoffa whispered.

The two walked quietly towards the place where the sound came from. The few people in the dense forest were speechless after the first few words, only the sound of some stones rubbing against the ground.

click, click, click

Passing through the shadows of the dense forest, in the depths of the shadows, Hoffa saw a paradoxical picture. In the gloomy and humus soil, three men wearing birdcage helmets were kneeling in the darkness deep in the forbidden forest, naked and naked. Speaking, each of them held a sharp knife in their hands, and a row of stones formed a circular pattern beneath their bodies.

Lightning flashed, and they all raised their sharp knives and stabbed them slowly into the chest, drawing a circle, a triangle, and a vertical bar on the chest.

Blood gushed out from their pale bodies, but there was not much pain on their faces, but a deep sense of relief.

The blood mixed with the rainwater flowed into the circle on the ground, and spread silently, forming layers of blood mist in the air. The red mist was as thick as flames, burning silently on their bodies.

The bitter cold wind blows from an unknown place, causing countless frost to condense on the surface of the surrounding leaves and bushes at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Hoffa's face changed again and again. This was some sort of ritual, similar to the blood symbol that the old gamekeeper Joey drew on his hand to open Helheim, but it was different.

These people are calling something.

Seeing that the bodies of the three of them shriveled at a speed visible to the naked eye, Little Barty backed away in a little panic.

Hoffa pressed his head, and the hat on his head quickly transformed into a birdcage exactly like the sacrificial trio, then he quickly walked out of his hiding place and walked towards the sacrificial trio.

The three people bathed in the red flames all showed stunned expressions when they saw Hoffa.

"Hey, what are you doing here? Didn't the master say that the plan was postponed?" Hoffa babbled in fluent German. He didn't know what the three of them were doing, only that they were Grindelwald's subordinates.

"The master only arranged for the three of us to open the door, what are you doing here?" In the burning red blood mist, a shriveled man said weakly.

"Open the door, open what door?"

Hoffa stepped forward and asked, "Where is the master now?"

"Master is waiting, why can't I notice your thinking." In the circle, one of the men pointed at the iron cage on Hoffa's head vigilantly.

Hoffa: "What?"

"He's not one of us."

One of them stood up suddenly, let go of his palm, and screamed in the red flames: "Change coordinates, don't let the master come over!"

As soon as the words fell, the three climbed out of the circle and ran away in three directions.

Hoffa rushed towards the three guys who were covered in fire, but they didn't run very far. The bloody flames engulfed the three of them. They burned up like paper men, and their bodies gradually turned into mud in the rain. Substances flow slowly along the water flow.

When Hoffa came to them, all he could see were a few burnt black bones on the ground.

"This is.?"

Hoffa picked up a skull.

The extremely cold skull shattered in his hands, as brittle as a biscuit. Exactly the same bone he seized from Mad-Eye Moody.

Pata

Something fell from the sky and landed on his face.

He couldn't help reaching out his hand to touch it. It was a cold and wriggling thing. He took it out and looked carefully. It turned out to be a reddish-brown worm, one finger long, writhing in his hand.

"Mr. Babach!" Little Barty's terrified voice came from behind.

He turned his head and saw Little Batty, who was hiding in the distance, stretched out his finger tremblingly, pointing at his head.

Hoffa looked up, and at some point, a gap opened above the thunderclouds in the sky. It seemed that a triangular eye had opened in the dark night sky. It tore a gap in the space, and the surrounding temperature suddenly dropped!

A super-strong cold wind blows out from the eye-shaped slit and blows across the ground, making the surrounding trees icicled with icicles, as if to blow people to death.

Then, slap, slap, splat. Countless maggots fell from the eye slit on the top of the head like rain.

The cold wind hit Little Barty, and he let out a scream, covered his head and fell to his knees, rolling wildly on the ground.

The maggots falling from the sky soon overwhelmed him screaming.

Hoffa turned pale with fright, he rushed to Little Barty in three steps and two steps, and fished him out of the worm pile.

Little Barty's face was as pale as paper at the moment, his body was shaking crazily, and he was yelling inexplicable words meaninglessly. It looked as painful as Dumbledore who drank the poisonous potion in the cave.

"Why. Father, why. Why?" He roared frantically with a distorted expression.

"Little Barty!? Barty, Crouch!?"

Hoffa grabbed Barty Jr.'s head and tried to wake him up, but he struggled with great strength. While struggling, he foamed at the mouth and made a snoring sound, "Where are you, Twinkle, Twinkle?"

"How are you, little Barty, can you hear me?"

Hoffa patted his cheek anxiously.

Batty Jr. shook his head in confusion, slobbering and throwing his hand away.

At the same time, the maggots that fell from the sky slowly piled up. At first they had no rules at all, but gradually, they piled up in the shape of two people, one pile of worms hugging the other insect.

"Damn it!"

Hoffa let go of Barty Jr. and stood up.

The pile of maggots in the distance also let go, and the other pile of maggots stood up, and the swarm of maggots fell straight away, very disgusting.

Looking up at the sky again, the cracks in the sky have disappeared without a trace, and the air-conditioning is no longer blowing. Only those bugs were left behind, constantly imitating their own movements.

Hoffa figured out the cause and effect. These three people should have wanted to summon Grindelwald, but after finding out that they were here, they should have changed their minds immediately. They gave up summoning Grindelwald, and instead summoned Hull, the mysterious realm of death. Heim's maggot monster, this kind of maggot monster he saw once in the first grade in the mysterious realm of death, can imitate living people infinitely.

Gradually, the pile of maggots that fell out of Helheim glued together, becoming more and more like him. At first it was just an action figure, but in the end even his bald head and golden eyes were imitated, but he was much, much bigger than Hoffa.

The maggots were tumbling, and finally, when those worms could no longer see the appearance of worms, it looked at its palm in a humane way, and then looked around, showing an ecstatic expression

"Free, we are free!"

The huge guy exactly like Hoffa showed a joyful expression, "We are free!!!"

It looked up and saw the lights of Hogwarts Castle in the distance, and rushed towards Hogwarts in the distance like a joy, "I'm free!! Hahaha, free!!!"

The appearance of it made Hoffa's forehead swell. He grabbed a rain pine beside him, uprooted it, and then swung a stick on the huge Mimic, sending it flying upside down for a hundred meters. Countless trees were broken.

"We are free we are free.!!!"

The giant Hoffa, who had turned into a worm, didn't seem to realize it. After being smashed into the air, he got up from the ground again, hugged a big tree, and began to lick the rainwater on the tree. His mouth was drooling, and he looked very ghostly.

Licking and licking, his stomach let out a violent growl. So he grabbed another handful of dirt and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing and giving out intoxicated praise, "The taste of reality. The taste of reality. Free, free!!"

Then, he got up again and rushed towards Hogwarts Castle.

"Free your mother!"

Hoffa gritted his teeth, his fate was so grotesque and changeable, he didn't dare to show off in this world, even if he acted in a low-key manner, how could he let another ten-meter-tall monster exactly like him rush out happily.

So he jumped up high, and smashed down the head of Yu Song again, smashing the giant log in his hand.

This time, the head of the huge Mimic was bent by the whole smash, and it was smashed into the rain ground several meters deep.

"You can't kill me. Hahaha, I'm just like you."

Smiling imitating ghosts and beasts, propping his palms on the ground, his chest turned 180 degrees, facing the sky, and a ferocious three-ringed red light shone on his chest. In the night and rainstorm, his bent body quickly Back to normal.

Can this also be imitated?

Hoffa rubbed his chest, stunned. His body blessed by the night god was his capital for arrogance at night. If this guy was another enlarged version of himself, he could still have all his strength

In just a few seconds, three heads grew out of the chest of the ten-meter-tall self, and each head opened its bloody mouth, and six bloody wings appeared behind it.

"Free, free!"

It laughed, jumped high in ecstasy, and rushed straight into the sky. The sky was thunderous and lightning, and the rainstorm reached its peak at this moment.

finished

Hoffa thought to himself that this kind of anti-commonsense thing must not be allowed to go to Hogwarts. Once this thing enters, all the plots, the Triwizard Tournament, and Harry Potter will all be over.

Fortunately, he had solved hundreds of crises, so he didn't panic at the moment, and directly took out a tube of septicemia medicine from his pocket. The wings on the back trembled and flew straight into the sky.

High in the air, the ten-meter-tall Mimic showed disdain, and slapped him casually, like swat a fly.

In close combat, Hoffa, who was flying upwards, flew backwards. A human-shaped pit tens of meters deep was smashed into the ground.

"Free! Haha, Helheim, we escaped!"

The imitator laughed and flew in the air, not noticing that his lower body had turned into a bug again and fell to the ground.

A hand protruded from a deep hole in the ground.

Palm pointing.

Accompanied by a loud click.

A thunderbolt as thick as a thigh struck down from the sky.

Under the action of a purple electric current, the imitation monster injected with septic blood medicine was instantly wiped out, and even the surrounding trees were knocked to pieces.

Hoffa slowly crawled out of the pit, covered in mud. He came to the worms falling from the sky—they had no human form, and after struggling a few times under the residual current, they gradually turned into a black mass of worm shells.

Except for the raindrops and thunder, there was only little Batty's meaningless and painful moans in the woods, and there was a strange silence.

Hoffa was a little scared.

He has almost figured out Grindelwald's routine now. This old guy doesn't know where to hide, but as long as there are many people, he will send people there to carry out indiscriminate massacres everywhere.

This time I was lucky, I didn't enter the auditorium with other people, I happened to find Grindelwald's minions hiding in the Forbidden Forest, and didn't let Grindelwald descend directly. To do it all over again. God knows how these guys got infiltrated.

"Winky. Winky, take me out of here, Winky, what should I do. Winky, what should I do."

Little Barty, who had suffered an innocent disaster, knelt on the muddy ground like a doll, calling his house elf like a mantra.

Seeing the appearance of little Barty, Hoffa frowned. He remembered that Joey told himself in the first grade that people with low mental strength could not withstand the cold wind in Helheim. Little Barty was A typical low-spirited person has just been blown by the wind. He is not dead, but his mind is already insane.

Hoffa wasn't sure he could heal him.

But he just confirmed one thing, the door to the Mysterious Death Realm can be opened, maybe he can find a way to the Mysterious Death Realm in Hogwarts.