313 Chapter 35, Weird Premonition

The dripping monster opened its mouth and spat water into the pool under it, but no matter how much it spit out, the pool didn't show any signs of being full.

Moody stood in front of the gargoyle and yelled, "Albus! Albus, come out!"

The dripping monster remained unmoved, and looked at Moody coldly, waiting for him to say the command.

"Damn it, who broke the rules! Albus, get out of here!!" Moody stood anxiously in front of the monster's gargoyle and shouted loudly.

The gargoyle shot Moody a haughty look, then turned his head slightly away from him.

clack clack clack

Subtle footsteps came from behind.

In the darkness, Moody's blue magic eye turned 180 degrees, and saw in the corridor 100 meters away behind him, the weird boy who was tied up by him before flew to the top of the corridor like a giant bat. He maintained a very weird posture. The posture, right hand stretched forward, floating in front of the body, as if being pulled by his right hand to run.

While running wildly, the weird boy opened his mouth in his right hand and stuck out his tongue, "Follow him!"

"Monster! Die!"

Moody took out his wand, and swung it wide open and closed in the corridor, "Shatter everything! Shatter everything!"

Hoffa was shocked. Moody, seeing that he couldn't enter the principal's office without knowing the password, simply wreaked havoc around to attract the attention of Dumbledore and other school staff.

At this time, Hoffa's right hand was automatically raised, and the mouth of his right hand opened and shouted: "The spell stops!"

The blue shattering spell was dispelled before hitting the dripping monster, and turned into invisible magic power, which slowly dissipated.

Hoffa breathed a sigh of relief and looked at his right hand. Miller, this guy, was finally useful and did not make the situation worse. He raised his right hand and walked slowly towards Moody in this strange posture.

Mad-Eye Moody frantically waved his wand, and spells poured out like money, but before those spells touched Hoffa's body, they were dispelled by Miller one by one.

Finally, he stopped one meter in front of Moody: "Mad-Eye, don't be nervous, we can talk."

"Where did you get the monster from?"

"I'm not a monster."

Mad-Eye Moody stood in front of the dripping monster, "Do you know whose territory is behind you?"

"I know, Albus Dumbledore."

"Know you, why don't you leave quickly?" Alastor Moody said sternly, "When Albus Dumbledore comes out, no matter what kind of monster you are, you will be brought to justice!"

"You don't know the password, you can't get into the office."

Hoffa and Moody got closer and closer, and he persuaded: "Don't worry, I won't do anything to you. After this year, I will put you back when I have accomplished my goal."

"Ghosts will believe your words. You lock me in a box and tie me up with iron chains. When you achieve your goal, you will kill people and silence you. I have seen many black wizards like you in my life!"

"Please, do you think I look like a dark wizard?"

Hoffa defended himself with some grievances: "Aside from locking you up and restricting your freedom, I didn't physically persecute you. But you, even wearing a chest belt and nailing your hands and feet, if it wasn't for my special physique , you have killed me twice.

"you?"

Moody's tone was stagnant, he thought for a while, and his face softened a little: "Then tell me, who are you?"

"As you can see, I'm an ordinary shapeshifter with my own little Jiujiu, neither ambitious nor threatening."

"An ordinary shapeshifter is a good ordinary shapeshifter."

Moody posted it on the wall sarcastically, "Excessive modesty will only disgust people, why don't you just say it if you want to hit me."

"Okay, I'm a transformation master, okay!?"

As soon as Hoffa finished speaking, his eyes widened.

The dribble monster that Moody was leaning against suddenly rumbled open, and he fell backwards unexpectedly, and had to barely hold on to the handrail to keep himself in place.

Transformation master is the password?

Moody was stunned for a second, and then, a look of ecstasy appeared on Moody's face. The wooden legs supported him, and he swayed up the spiral staircase.

Hoffa's face changed and changed as he hurried through the gap in the wall and up the spiral stone staircase as the door closed behind him. Stairs ascended slowly by themselves, and brought him to a gleaming oak door with a brass knocker.

Moody didn't even knock on the door, and waved his hand, "Alahoo is open!"

There was a flash of orange light at the tip of the wand, and the door slammed open on both sides. Moody stepped into the door and opened his mouth to call, "Albus!"

"Oops, it's over!"

Hoffa jumped high, and in the sea of ​​spirits, Miller knocked Hoffa away like an F1 driver who saw his clumsy girlfriend driving, and took away control of his body. The moment Dumbledore's office door opened, he flew "Hoffa", who was flying in the air, raised his right hand and pointed at Moody's back.

"The soul is out of the body!!"

A dazzling white light hit Moody, and Miller's Imperius Curse was not at the same level as Little Barty's Imperius Curse. This time, Moody covered his head and writhed wildly. He stretched out his hand, firmly stretching forward.

Even if he didn't control his body, Hoffa could feel that the mental defense line in old Moody's mind was quickly destroyed and invaded by Miller. This speed was almost destructive. It seemed long, but it was actually extremely fast.

Almost at the same time that Moody was under the Imperius Curse, Hoffa fell heavily to the ground, and control of his body was returned to Hoffa by Miller.

In a short gap, he saw the scene in the room.

This is a very beautiful circular room with portraits of Hogwarts headmasters hanging on the wall. They were all asleep, their chests heaving gently.

Perched on a golden perch by the door, a phoenix the size of a swan, with dazzling scarlet and gold feathers, was resting with its head in its wings. Hearing the sound, it shook its long tail feathers and woke up, looking confused and vigilant at the place where Hoffa disappeared, and the scar-faced man who suddenly broke into the principal's office.

On the wall behind the desk, battered, patched Sorting Hats rested on a shelf. In a glass case next to it stood a gleaming silver sword with a large ruby ​​inlaid on the hilt.

Gryffindor's sword, goblin's weapon.

At this moment, something silver came into his sight. He looked back to find the source of the light, and saw a bright silver light shining from the box under Fox. They were crystal clear glass bottles one after another, filled with bright silver substances, which flowed continuously, like water ripples in the breeze, and spread out and twirled softly like clouds.

is memory.

Beside the silently spinning memory bottle, Moody held his head and struggled frantically in a circle, unable to make a sound.

But the more he struggled, the more depressed he became. In the end, he lowered his head very dullly, like a computer that's down.

clatter clatter.

The sound of light footsteps came from the depths of the principal's office.

Without a second thought, Hoffa entered the world of shadows where ghosts roam.

Just entering the shadows, Albus Dumbledore in a pale wizard robe came down the stairs on the second floor of the principal's office.

He was holding a shallow stone basin with strange-shaped carvings on the mouth of the basin, which were many runes. Silver light emanated from the contents of the basin, illuminating his old face. He didn't sleep, his blue eyes were red and swollen, and his face was full of tiredness that could not be concealed.

Of course, he also saw Moody standing motionless at the principal's desk.

This made Dumbledore startled for about a second, and then he returned to normal without any hindrance, as if a man after work saw his son playing with water in the yard, he put the Pensieve on the table as usual.

"Good evening, Moody."

He rubbed his eyes, "It seems that we haven't talked so late for a long time."

tick.

ten seconds.

During the ghost walk, Hoffa raised his right hand and slowly stepped back. At this moment, he was about to break out in a cold sweat. From the Ravenclaw common room to the Headmaster's office, it was a crazy night.

He didn't feel it before Dumbledore appeared, but the moment Dumbledore appeared, he felt tremendous mental pressure. He knew that as soon as the ghost walk was over, he would be discovered by Dumbledore immediately, even if Even entering the phantom state is not enough, only during the ghost walk time, try to stay away from this former teacher as much as possible.

"Damn it, Dumbledore is so perceptive."

Miller's nervous voice sounded in Hoffa's mind, "The Imperius Curse may be difficult to hide from him."

"If you can hide it for a second, you can hide it for a second. Don't let Moody look up and make eye contact with Dumbledore." Hoffa communicated with Miller in his mind.

"Do you want to hit me directly?"

Miller licked his lips, "If it's the two of us, Transformation and Curse, he's not necessarily our opponent."

"No, you can't fight."

Hoffa decisively controlled his body to retreat slowly.

"Why, you are too pedantic."

"It has nothing to do with being pedantic, Hogwarts has more than one headmaster."

"It seems to be right."

Miller said hoarsely.

In the spiritual world, the two communicated at an extremely fast speed.

In the real world, time passes rather slowly.

tick.

nine seconds.

Dumbledore sat behind the chair as if he had nothing to do, and even made a joke: "Is there anything you want to tell me, the bed in Hogwarts is too hard, you are not used to sleeping?"

In the shadows, Hoffa controlled his body and stepped back slowly. He couldn't see Dumbledore's face clearly, but he could feel a little sadness and apology in his tone?

Wait, what tone is that.

Hoffa was very confused.

"There is a dark wizard." Alastor Moody lowered his head and said like a puppet: "I feel an evil breath."

Dumbledore opened his mouth slightly, pushed his glasses, and sighed softly: "It seems that you feel it too, old man."

eight seconds.

Hoffa, who was retreating, trembled. Miller probably just controlled Moody to say casually without using his brain at all, but Dumbledore said that he felt it too. What did he feel? Do you feel your presence?

"The black star is rising slowly, and the gods are constantly fighting."

Dumbledore slowly raised the black wand in his hand: "The God of Death has sensed the provocation from the past, and it will drive the carriage across the sky, and no grass will grow wherever it goes."

"what are you saying!?"

seven seconds.

Moody looked up, his blank eyes reflecting the shock of Hoffa and Miller.

six seconds.

"I have no way to explain it to you. There is no way. Each of us has problems that must be solved, big or small."

Dumbledore looked at his wand and whispered like he was dreaming: "But I believe that my best companion will always make the most correct choice, are you right?"

If Hoffa was struck by lightning, the cold sweat on his back fell off in a flash. Those piercing blue eyes seemed to see through space.

five seconds.

The holes in Moody's eyes faded, Miller gradually took control of his body, and he asked coldly, "What the hell are you talking about, Albus?"

five seconds.

four seconds.

three seconds.

But a full three seconds passed, and Dumbledore didn't answer. He sat there, motionless, as if petrified. At the same time, an inexplicable sense of sleepiness flooded Hoffa's heart, and he suddenly wanted to sleep. Think like taking sleeping pills after traveling all day.

He thought it was dawn, but he turned his head and looked out the window.

The sky was dim, the full moon hung high, and there was no sunlight at all. Feeling tired at night was almost unthinkable in the past.

Fortunately, this drowsiness came and went quickly. After three seconds, he woke up and controlled his body to continue to retreat.

"Albus."

"Albus?"

"Albus!?"

In the office, Miller remotely controlled Moody to push Dumbledore a few times.

Waiting until Hoffa retreated to the door, Albus Dumbledore was shocked, and slowly raised his head, his eyes turned from sharp to cloudy, and he muttered: "I'm old, I can't concentrate." After all, he seemed to have just seen Like Moody standing in front of him, he asked in surprise, "Why are you here, Alastor, how did you come in?"

He completely forgot what he just said and repeated the question he had asked a few seconds ago.

Miller wanted to answer, but Hoffa took over his control of Moody, manipulating Moody and saying, "It's nothing, I suddenly couldn't sleep in the middle of the night, and I really want to come and talk to you."

"What do you want to talk to me about?" Dumbledore asked a little warily.

"After three days at Hogwarts, the bed I slept on was harder than the deck of the Mayflower." Moody lamented, "My waist can't hold on anymore."

tick.

There are two seconds left in the ghost walk.

"So it's for this matter. You can tell Filch about this kind of thing. Let him change the bed for you. There's no need to tell me."

Albus Dumbledore said absently and perfunctorily, he turned to look at the Pensieve, and pressed his wand to his temple.

"What are you doing?" Hoffa asked curiously.

"I need time to sort out my memory. I have lived for too long, and there are too many memories in my mind, which makes my thinking unclear. You should go back first."

After speaking, he waved his hand wearily, and the door of the office slammed shut.

Before leaving the room, the last scene saw Dumbledore pulling a crystal silk thread from his temple and placing it in the Pensieve.

tick.

Ghost walks to the last second.

Hoffa left the shadow world, and even Alastormoody, who was captured, was pushed out of the room by Dumbledore's mana.

Outside Albus Dumbledore's office, Hoffa looks at his right hand.

Deep uneasiness rose from his mind.

At this moment, Dumbledore was weirder than ever, as if talking to him was not one person, but two people. In the first few seconds, he was exactly the same as the man in the original book, calm and gentle, powerful and indifferent. But since that weird sleepiness hit, Dumbledore seemed to be a different person. To be like the old and irritable Armando Dippet of fifty years ago.

This reminded him of what the Nightmare God said, if he stayed at this time and didn't return for a long time, the entire world line would collapse.

what is this.

Is it a sign of collapse?

I've been watching ti9 for the past two days, I'm sorry it's even slower