312 Chapter 34, the Escaped Auror

"Damn! Damn!!"

After leaving the Ravenclaw common room, Hoffa ran all the way clutching his right hand, "What curse did you cast on me? You bastard?"

"Puppet Curse, from now on, you are my puppet, and I can do whatever I want with your body, unless your spiritual power is higher than mine." Miller laughed loudly in his mind: "But that is Impossible, I know you have strong mental power, but after all, I live fifty years longer than you! Hahahaha!"

"You wait, when this matter is over, I will tell your sister everything you did!!" Hoffa reprimanded in a stern parental tone.

"Tell her what? Tell her you touched"

"If you don't speak, no one will treat you as dumb!!"

Hoffa fled in embarrassment from the Ravenclaw common room, cursing as he ran.

He ran all the way back to his Defense Against the Dark Arts office, and with a guilty conscience, he hurriedly got into the suitcase.

In the suitcase, Moody was still tied to the pillar, with countless shackles wrapped around his body.

Winky was taking care of Barty Jr. in his own box, serving tea and water. For two days, the comatose Barty Crouch Jr. showed no sign of waking up, lying on the bed like a piece of wood.

"Sir, are you back?"

Seeing him coming back, Shining immediately went up to meet him. In the past two days, Hoffa has been obsessed with searching for the Unforgivable Curse. Shining has helped him take care of many details of daily life.

"Winky. Uh,"

Hoffa saw Winky before he could do anything.

The control of the body was taken away by Miller again. Like a naughty child seeing a toy, he rushed up with his eyes shining.

"Ha, house-elf, you have one too!"

Shining watched the bald boy rushing towards him, the expression on his face gradually changed from respectful to terrified.

I saw "Hoffa" picked up Shining from the ground, like a chick, "My sister has never let me play with Petty, let me tell you, these little things are very hardworking servants, but they are too tall. Ugly - makeover!"

Snapped.

After the spell, a puff of blue smoke drifted past.

Wearing a dirty blue coat, Shining with big nose and ears turned into a delicate looking little girl, only one meter tall, with white skin, a small nose and cherry lips, looks like Princess Thumb, abnormal in line with human aesthetics.

Miller nodded with satisfaction: "That's about the same."

"Don't change its shape!" Hoffa flickered with his left hand angrily—"The spell stops!"

There was a puff of blue smoke, and the elf who had just become delicate was shining and turned into an ugly one with big nose and big eyes in a blink of an eye. She is already dazed.

"It's only fools who want to live with ugly monsters, and my sister also has the same virtue-make a facelift!" Miller controlled Hoffa to raise his right hand.

Snapped!

Shining turned into a delicate little girl again.

"If you make her like this, others will find it abnormal!"

Snapped!

Winky turned into an ugly elf again.

"Who cares about an elf in the kitchen?"

Snapped!

Shining turned into a delicate little girl again.

"Why did Miranda ask you to come here? Didn't you come to cause trouble for me??—Curse Listop!"

Hoffa looked at his completely uncontrollable right hand and was extremely irritable. Miller said that he lived fifty years longer than himself, but he was actually more naughty than when he saw him at Miranda's house fifty years ago.

Snapped!

Winky turned into an ugly elf again.

"Out of that door, I can't help her to do whatever I want! - Makeover!"

Snapped!

Shining turned into a delicate little girl.

The bald boy in the office danced and danced in circles, looking very excited. Winky, who was held in his hand, was too scared to speak.

The eyes of old Moody chained to the pillar in the distance were bewildered and wary. The guy's expression was unpredictable, sometimes angry, sometimes perverse, looking crazier than ever before.

Hoffa was extremely annoyed, he gave up competing with Miller for Winky in the real world, and directly meditated into his own spiritual sea.

So the dancing bald boy suddenly stopped, and he petrified in front of old Moody, maintaining a posture of standing on one foot, motionless.

After a few seconds of silence, Shining covered his face in horror: "Crazy, Mr. Bach is crazy! Mr. Bach is crazy! What can we do!?

She fell to the ground with a plop, crawled backwards, and hid under Little Barty's bed, trembling.

Old Moody looked at the bald boy with a weird dancing posture and an excited smile in front of him, thinking that he had never seen such a weird guy in his decades of life.

Hoffa entered the sea of ​​spirits, and in the white light, he saw the carnival little boy dancing in his sea of ​​consciousness.

Speaking of which, this was the first time he saw Miller's real appearance.

This personality, who was born in Miranda's spiritual world, is 80-90% similar to Miranda in the first grade, almost exactly the same, but the sullenness and perverseness between his brows can't be lingered.

Unknowingly, he was swayed by Miller. At this moment, Hoffa completely forgot about the resurrection technique and the Unforgivable Curse. He just wanted to pull Miller out of his body and beat him up. .

Too bad he doesn't have a body.

As a result, Hoffa's spirit also transformed into a villain of his own. He stepped forward and punched Miller heavily in the face, but this punch seemed to hit a hard rock, and he felt dizzy from the shock.

Miller was unmoved, laughed loudly and punched Hoffa in the face with a backhand, knocking him back three steps.

It was only then that Hoffa discovered that Miller was far from the cub in the first grade. Now his spiritual strength was comparable to his own, or even higher. In the collision of the spiritual realm just now, he unexpectedly gave birth to a kind of The feeling of losing by arm wrestling.

"Is it soft?"

Miller who was punched was not angry at all, but asked happily.

"What?"

Hoffa didn't react for a while.

"School girl's tender body!"

Miller looked at him impatiently, as if he wanted to know that feeling more than he did.

"Get out of here!"

He cursed furiously, "Get out of my body!"

"Then I'm leaving, this is what you said."

The little boy turned and left without hesitation.

Thinking of the reality beyond the spiritual world, Hoffa gritted his teeth, rushed forward and grabbed his shoulder again, "Wait a minute!"

Miller: "?"

Hoffa: "What does Miranda want from you?"

Miller: "Hey, what's your attitude?"

"Okay, I'm impulsive."

He said bitterly, thinking that when this matter was over, he would pinch this guy's body, hang him up and beat him.

"Is it soft?"

Miller asked reluctantly.

"soft"

Hoffa suppressed his disgust. He didn't know what this guy looked like when he was in Miranda's body, but if it was like this every day, it would be hard for her to maintain that carefree and indifferent temperament.

Miller: "Are you comfortable?"

Hoffa lowered his head and said nothing.

"Is it soft? Is it comfortable?"

Miller circled Hoffa like a fly, with a big smirk on his face.

"Comfortable."

The spiritual world, Hoffa gritted his teeth and squeezed out a sentence.

"Then do you still want to, how about we change to a school girl every day?" The little boy Miller hooked his shoulders, and whispered lewdly in his ear: "I'm in charge of touching, you are in charge of running."

"go to hell!!"

Hoffa couldn't stand it anymore, and turned into a giant mace with a diameter of 50 meters, and smashed Miller into the air with one stick.

In the real world, time is still passing, and the dust in the room floats in the air and does not fall for a long time. Old Moody looked at the motionless guy, with a drop of cold sweat slowly streaming down his brow. Years of Auror experience made him feel that two huge spiritual force fields in this room were entangled with each other.

What's going on with this guy?

At this moment, the chain on his mouth suddenly loosened. It seemed that the Transformation Charm had suddenly lost its effect. He was taken aback for a moment, then moved his arm, and found that the chains that bound him on his arm had also loosened.

Could it be?

Moody was overjoyed. The boy in front of him seemed to be in some kind of trouble, and he couldn't keep the Transfiguration Charm steady.

The enemy's predicament is the opportunity for him to escape. At the moment, he struggled without hesitation, the chain on his arm became looser and looser, and finally he freed up a hand, and tore the chain on his mouth with a clang. Throw it on the ground.

Shining, who was hiding under the bed, saw the one-eyed old man pull out a hand from the chain in the distance, her face turned pale with fright, and then looked at the little Barty who was motionless and dull-eyed on the bed, she gritted her teeth and crawled out from under the bed. Stepped out, stretched out his slender finger, and pointed at Moody.

"You, you can't go!"

The chain thrown down by Moody flew again and wrapped around Moody's body, but he smiled coldly, raised his hand and opened the chain controlled by Shining, "It's up to you?"

Both of his hands were freed from the chains, and he raised his hand to hold it in vain. A black wand flew out of the darkness of the room at great speed and slipped into Moody's palm.

"Mr. Bach, Mr. Bach, wake up soon, that Auror, that Auror is out of trouble!"

Winky stepped forward quickly, hugged Hoffa's thigh, and shook his motionless body bitterly.

Shaking and shaking, its whole body suddenly floated up.

Fully out of trouble, Moody grabbed the house-elf and pinned her hard to the ground.

Moody then grabbed Hoffa, who was motionless. He pressed him against the iron pillar with his backhand, and entangled him tightly with the iron chain that once bound him. After doing all this, he found his artificial leg and magic eye from the house, put it on himself, and limped He turned and ran out.

The mental space of white light was billowing with thick smoke at this moment, and the mace turned back into a human form. Hoffa focused all his attention on Miller and had no time for him.

In just a short moment, Miller's consciousness fought against Hoffa hundreds of times. This is a confrontation in a mental state. If he is not careful, he will end up mentally damaged and crazy like Barty Jr.

After a while, Miller walked back slowly from a distance with his hands behind his back, looking unharmed.

Miller: "Actually, I have seriously considered your proposal. Find a male biological possession, but the males I have seen are too weak, and they can't meet my needs at all."

Miller's young face showed a certain deep longing: "But you are different. You barely meet my standards. Hoffa."

"what are you saying?"

"Guess, if I destroy your soul, take possession of your body, and then go back to find my sister, will my sister be very happy?"

"Thinking about it with her thighs won't make her happy!"

The eccentricity on Miller's face turned into a kind of sadness: "It's not a good two years to live, how will you know if you don't try?"

"Not two years to live? What do you mean?" Hoffa asked.

Miller walked forward and said lightly: "Fate is a ouroboros. I have seen your tail, so I know what your head looks like. Hoffa, nothing matters anymore. Enjoy now, Hogwarts." There are slices of beauties here, if you want, we can cut them up like leeks."

"You and I have known each other for so many years, do you think I am the kind of lustful person?"

"You are quite prudish, who knows what the real you look like."

"To tell you the truth, physical contact without love only makes me sick and empty." Hoffa: "Now that I've said it and hit it, do you want to teach me the three unforgivable curses?"

"snort."

Miller rolled his eyes, sighed secretly and then sneered: "If you want to learn the three unforgivable curses in one night, it is impossible for a god to do it."

"You!?" Hoffa said with a gloomy face, "We've been working together for a long time, are you kidding me?"

"That's not enough, isn't there someone beside you?" Miller shrugged and said with a smirk: "If he is still there!"

"Another person?"

Hoffa's expression changed immediately when he thought of Moody.

He could no longer care about Miller, and his spirit returned to reality.

The moment he returned to reality, pain immediately flooded his body. He looked down. Good guy, it's like being nailed to the cross by Jesus, the whole body is tightly wrapped with chains, and the palms and soles of the hands and feet are firmly penetrated by the big iron nails on the pillars, making it impossible to move. But Winky was lying unconscious on the ground, with bruises on his forehead, and Alastormoody had already disappeared without a trace.

Snapped!

With a puddle of blood, he forcibly pulled out the iron nail and broke free from the pillar.

In order to get rid of Miller just now, he accidentally relaxed his Transfiguration for a moment. That Moody guy just broke free and ran away.

At this moment, Hoffa raised his right hand uncontrollably, opened his mouth with a squeak, and let out an indifferent yuck.

"If I were you, I would break his leg. You are still too kind."

"shut up!"

Hoffa grabbed his right hand and said angrily, "Don't blame me for turning my face and denying others!"

"A weak threat."

He raised his right hand and stuck out his tongue at him, like a child's grimace.

Oh shit!

Hoffa cursed secretly, and before his feet healed, he let go of his right hand and rushed out the door.

The night outside the office was still dark, he closed his eyes and thought for a second, and immediately knew where Moody was going.

His recent disguise has not revealed any flaws. If Moody wants to expose himself, the quickest way is to go to Dumbledore. Only Dumbledore will pose the greatest threat to him. Thinking of this, he turned to Dumbledore rushed to the principal's office.