314 Chapter 36, Revisiting the Old Place

"Come back to business, spells, they have many forms, and their magical powers are different. Now, according to the regulations of the Ministry of Magic, I should teach you all kinds of cracking spells, that's all. Logically speaking, you are not in the sixth grade, I don't I should tell you what the illegal black spell looks like, because you are still too young to handle this set of things. But Professor Dumbledore greatly praised your courage, he thinks"

During the day, at nine o'clock in the morning, Alastor Moody was talking in the classroom. The expression is rich, and it is generally the same in peacetime. Only by looking very carefully can one see the deep emptiness and bewilderment hidden in his eyes.

Hoffa phantom sat in the corner of the classroom, not saying a word.

Last night, after he met Miller, that guy possessed him on his right hand. After a fierce conflict, it even reached Dumbledore's office.

He finally got the three Unforgivable Curses, but he didn't master them himself, but Miller, who resided in his right hand, controlled Moody with the Imperius Curse, and was giving lessons to Harry Potter and the others in a false appearance.

He was afraid of any accident, so he secretly took Miller and followed behind old Moody. But it turned out that he was overthinking. The Imperius Curse imposed by Miller was extremely stable. Since the class till now, Moody has not made any mistakes.

On the podium, like the original book, he rectified classroom discipline, asked students questions, and introduced the three unforgivable curses.

Hoffa sat in the corner, staring at Moody casually, but Dumbledore was on his mind. After meeting Dumbledore last night, he had always suspected that Dumbledore actually knew of his existence.

His words seemed to be addressed to Moody, but it felt like they were also addressed to himself—[The black star is rising, the gods are fighting each other]

What exactly is Dumbledore trying to express?

Hoffa frowned and ruffled his hair.

The God of Nightmare whom he had met once was nowhere to be seen at this moment, and no one answered the riddle for him. His own teacher, Grindelwald, the spokesman for the god of death, is also unknown. Damn, why can't he just point it out directly, and insists on using this cryptic method.

At this time, a burst of laughter woke him up from his thoughts.

It turned out that Moody on the podium took out a glass bottle with a spider in it. He took the magic wand and cast the Imperius Curse on the spider in the bottle. The spider danced on the table, causing everyone in the classroom to burst into laughter. laugh.

In the corner, Miller muttered in his head.

"It's ironic to use the Imperius Curse to teach the Imperius Curse."

"What's the difference between the Imperius Curse and the Puppet Curse you cast on me?" Hoffa couldn't help asking.

"The Puppet Curse is to control the body, but you can still maintain your mind. After the spell is over, you will still have the memory of being cursed. But the Imperius Curse is to control the mind together. After the spell is over, you will even be the controller. Everyone is forgotten."

"Isn't the Imperius Curse better?"

Hoffa looked at Moody with some uneasiness. In his opinion, the Imperius Curse is a more dangerous spell than the Killing Curse. If possible, he is really afraid of being decapitated.

"It can't be said that, each spell corresponds to a rule, but the spell itself is not superior or inferior.

Just like the Puppet Curse is not as deep as the Imperius Curse, but it can control the crowd in a large area, and the control distance is longer. The Imperius Curse is not the case. Although it can control the unit more deeply, most of the time it only Can control one, and the controller must stay by the side of the accused, if the mental power is not high, there is even a risk of being usurped. "

"Large-scale crowd control."

Hoffa suddenly thought of Grindelwald and his men, and of those horrible cages they wore on their heads.

"Is there no solution to the puppet curse?"

"No solution? Of course there is a solution."

Miller said with a smile in his mind: "But I don't have to tell you."

"hateful."

Hoffa cursed secretly in his heart, but didn't say much on his face.

As long as Miller doesn't control his body to do something outrageous, he doesn't mind Miller staying with him, at least in this way he can still have a companion to talk to.

Moody's Defense Against the Dark Arts class didn't last long, and after demonstrating the three Forgivable Curses, the class came to a successful conclusion. The students left the classroom one after another, and they seemed to have a lot more respect for Moody than when they started school.

When the Defense Against the Dark Arts class was over and everyone in the classroom was gone, Hoffa raised his right hand and asked Miller as if talking to himself: "What is Miranda going to give me, can you tell me now?"

In the empty classroom, Miller controlled Hoffa's right hand to hold the void.

The space produces ripples like the surface of water.

Miller took out an old faded parchment from the void like magic, and handed it to Hoffa.

Hoffa took a look at the faded parchment, and there was a row of small characters written in red ink on the parchment.

[The needs of ancient unknown gods are only long and unpredictable time. The older they are, the more they fear death. If they want to trade with unknown and ancient gods, they can only pay the price of time. The only time that humans can pay is life . 】

Below the words are a few densely packed rune patterns, ancient and sharp, which look like an eye, and there is a whole row of very complicated potion formulas and spells under the eye, which seem to have to be used together.

"This is.!?"

Hoffa's palms trembled immediately. He thought of the door to the mysterious realm of death that Joey had opened for him fifty years ago, before he could transform into a Thunderbird in the first grade. At that time, he sacrificed one of his little fingers, and even part of his life, and drew an eye symbol on his arm here, which was exactly the same as the one recorded on the parchment.

Miller said indifferently: "This is the sacrificial circle leading to Helheim, the mysterious place of death. My sister spent many years finding it for you in those primitive tribes. If you sacrifice your life under certain conditions, you can gain a short The opportunity to go to the mysterious realm of death, maybe there you can meet the person you want to see."

"Miranda"

Hoffa looked at the parchment in his hand and didn't know what to say for a while. Originally, he thought that after fifty years, Joey must be dead, and the secret leading to Helheim was also missing. But now, the same magic is in front of him, it can be said that there is nowhere to find it, and it takes no effort to get it.

Seeing his appearance, Miller poured cold water: "But I advise you not to have too much hope, after all, it has been so long, even the soul has dissipated."

Hoffa didn't care about Miller's cold water. After a while, he calmed down the excitement in his heart and asked Miller, "Yes...can you let me meet Miranda?"

"Why, thank her in person?" Miller sneered.

"Yes." Hoffa said.

"Then you throw away that piece of parchment, and I'll take you there." Miller said bluntly.

Hoffa immediately subconsciously hid the parchment behind him.

With Miller's help, he doesn't need to spend time on Moody or pretending to be anyone. Life, for a while, was uneventful, at least for Hoffa.

In Hogwarts, there are all kinds of turmoil. The Triwizard Tournament starts on time. People from the three schools come from all over the world. There are as many young wizards as dogs. People from the Ministry of Magic discharged protection in Hogsmeade, and a large number of Ministry of Magic officials gathered in Hogwarts.

A week later, under Hoffa's instruction, Miller cast a powerful confusion spell on the Goblet of Fire and threw Harry's name into it. On the night of revealing the secret of the warrior, Harry Potter with a confused face was captured by the dark The duo is thrown into a vortex of conflict. Since then, he has lived a miserable life of being ridiculed by his classmates, gossiped by unscrupulous reporters, and abandoned by his best friends.

Everything is proceeding step by step, the only variable is Barty Crouch Jr.

After being blown by the cold wind of Helheim, he fell into madness, and it was not until he saw Winky that his madness turned into a dull coma.

Winky once said that Barty Jr. would be able to wake up within a week, but after a whole month, Barty Jr. still had no sign of waking up. Not only did he not wake up, but he fell asleep more and more seriously, like a bear creature entering hibernation, his breathing and heartbeat slowed down.

This made the house elf Winky more and more worried, and she anxiously asked Hoffa what to do almost every other day.

But all of this has nothing to do with Hoffa. He doesn't want to deal with Barty Jr., nor Harry Potter. After getting the sacrifice contract from Miranda, all his attention is on the contract. superior.

If he wanted to go to Helheim and sacrifice his own life, he didn't have to sacrifice just because he wanted to. He needed to make the sacrificial potion according to the method on the parchment, and use it with a spell after making it.

For a whole month, Hoffa had been preparing to go to Helheim. He asked Winky to go to Snape's Potions classroom to steal potions, secretly refine them in the Defense Against the Dark Arts office, and he went to the depths of the Forbidden Forest to set up the venue himself. He didn't want to be caught by anyone when he opened the Helheim Gate. People interrupt.

Time passed by in the blink of an eye in his busy schedule. One month later, the Triwizard Tournament at Hogwarts was about to enter the stage of the first project, and Hoffa also prepared the sacrificial potion, ready to enter at night. underworld.

That night.

It was pitch black on the field. Hoffa and Miller, disguised as Moody, walked deep into the Forbidden Forest together. Because of the special thing he was going to do tonight, Miller left his palm and lodged in Mad-Eye Moody's body instead.

When passing by the lawn, at the door of Hagrid's hut, the tall half-giant was wearing a tight suit, combing his hair in front of his own sink, getting ready for tonight's date.

Opposite Hagrid's hut was a huge carriage, which belonged to Beauxbaton's principal, Ms. Maxim. Some men and women were chatting and kissing on the dark lawn. Those were French students, who were much more open and romantic than British students.

The evening wind blew on Hoffa's face, and the scent of honeysuckle in the air was intoxicating.

Hoffa, who has always been obsessed with refining sacrificial medicine, suddenly felt a little envious of the students on the grass. He thought of his age, but he was only seventeen years old. If he had come to this time and space, he would not have to do anything now. Drink tea with friends, discuss the contestants, maybe he can represent Hogwarts in the competition and win the championship easily, maybe his only worry is who to invite to the Christmas ball, that's all.

But thinking that if he was born fifty years later, he might not know Aglaia and Miranda, he was relieved when he thought about it, and he no longer envied the men and women in the night.

But Miller was different. He looked at those French students, his blue magic eyes twitching wildly in his eye sockets. He moaned and rubbed his hands together, and said excitedly, "When you leave, I'm going to possess a beautiful and handsome guy. Experience the feeling of youth~”

Hoffa couldn't help but glanced at him, his wretched demeanor combined with Moody's terrifying face almost made people want to put him in a cage.

"Don't make any fools." He said with some displeasure, "Pretend to be Moody and wait for me to come back."

"You can control it? Treat me as your servant?" Miller rolled his eyes in disdain.

"If you mess up with me, I'll really report to your sister."

"Ha, don't you think it's her idea?" Miller suddenly hooked Hoffa's shoulders and whispered in his ear: "She is sullen and used to being depressed. In fact, she will secretly watch in private."

"Go away, shut up and stay!"

Hoffa's face was a little hot, and he quickly pushed Miller away, not wanting to hear him talk about Miranda's privacy.

The two continued to walk deep into the Forbidden Forest, but they didn't go far when they heard several men shouting in front of them... and then a deafening, sharp roar.

Roar! !

Going around the bushes, Hoffa caught a glimpse of the open space in the distance, where four very ferocious-looking adult fire dragons were imprisoned in a paddock surrounded by planks, standing on their hind legs, roaring and snorting. , Flames flashed across the night sky.

"It seems that the first project is to use a fire dragon."

Miller smiled, and then said with disdain: "One generation is not as good as one generation. In our era, even a student could tame a fire dragon."

"What does taming a fire dragon mean to you?" Hoffa felt a little emotional when he saw the fire dragon.

Miller, possessed by Moody, shrugged: "It doesn't mean anything, it's just a pet."

"For them, proving themselves has a different meaning and has nothing to do with strength."

Hoffa said, Miller looked a little unhappy, "Bach, actually, I have been unable to figure out a problem."

"what is the problem."

"Why did you jump into the lake in the third grade? I still can't understand why someone would choose to die."

"It's just my experience, immature experience." Hoffa said lightly.

"If my sister is here, she will save you too, but I won't let her go." Miller said seriously: "To be honest, I don't think being abandoned by Hogwarts is a big deal. Die for a trivial matter." , I can only say that you are narrow-minded."

"It's really not a big deal, you're right." Hoffa was very calm, calm and somewhat absent-minded.

"So do you regret it?" Miller asked.

"No regrets, at least some simple things have been confirmed."

While talking, they entered the depths of the Forbidden Forest. The roar of the fire dragon in the distance was already inaudible, and the fluorescent animals on the ground shone with a light blue or light yellow luster, attracting mosquitoes to fly around.

Miller stepped forward first, waved his fingers, and set up defenses and isolation barriers on all sides.

After finishing the arrangement, Hoffa sat cross-legged on the ground and took out a small bottle of medicine from his arms. The medicine could not boil in the glass tube, and the surface exuded a bronze luster, which looked extremely thick.

finally

This is the sacrificial potion he refined this month, as long as he drinks it, he can achieve the effect of sacrifice. Even after so many years of experience, when this moment really came, his palms trembled slightly with excitement.

"Do you want me to drink it?" Miller looked at the bottle of potion with some concern.

"Are you worried about me?"

"Don't worry, it's just that there are ready-made sacrifices here." Miller pointed to Mad-Eye Moody's body, "It's not more convenient to sacrifice him directly, but it will waste your life."

"Maybe it's unnecessary."

Hoffa said lightly, he thought of the shot the old man had shot in his mouth, shook his head in self-deprecating manner, opened his mouth and swallowed the medicine without hesitation.

This mouthful of medicine was like some kind of thick metal stock solution, which had no taste, but after he swallowed it, he could clearly feel that there was another thing in his body, wrapped in that thick medicine, flowing and rolling in his blood vessels.

It was his time, his life.

It was so surging that he wanted to pour some of it out right away.

Instinctively, he imitated what Joey did back then, cut off his finger, and drew an eye on the back of his hand.

Immediately, it seemed that a glass of milk had been sucked dry, and the full drops of water had been squeezed. Some invisible force drained his life. Hoffa's body became thin and shriveled, and he suddenly aged ten years old.

Miller frowned at Hoffa, a little upset.

He squatted down, bit his finger, and painted a mark with blood on his forehead.

"This is the puppet rune. I can't follow you to the underworld. If you are in an emergency and need a spell, you can use this rune to contact me. Just call my name, and I will control your body for an hour. But it's only an hour, understand?"

"I see." Hoffa nodded.

"Also, there is the place of the god of death, the most terrifying abyss, whether you find it or not, you must come back before the eyes disappear, otherwise you will be lost in Helheim forever, and your real body will also be lost." become a vegetable.

"I understand, thank you, Miller."

After speaking, the blood-red eyes on the back of his hand blinked, and Hoffa's eyelids gradually became heavy.

Suddenly, he fell to the ground with a thud, as if someone pulled his hand hard, his eyes lost their blackness, leaving only pure white.

An invisible door burst open, and a gust of wind engulfed Hoffa's consciousness.

Afterwards, his consciousness followed that mysterious force and traveled through layers of space.

Countless worlds flashed past his eyes, and countless planes arranged under his feet.

It was as if all around his body were old-fashioned film reels. Finally, when he finished his fall, he stood on solid ground.

A bone-piercing cold wind was blowing towards him, as if it could blow him until his body and mind were completely annihilated, eliminating nothingness. He shivered instinctively and put his arms around his shoulders.

However, his mental strength was already much stronger than that of the first grader. The cold wind only made him uncomfortable for a moment, and he got used to it.

Get used to the temperature and open your eyes.

He took a step back in shock and gasped! ! !

He was standing on a bridge at the moment, a huge, straight stone bridge, which came from an illusory place and led to the unknown shore. And at the end of the other shore, there is a huge and vague eagle shadow, which is too big to describe in words.

It leaked a little light while looking left and right, and it was the only light in this abyss.

But this is not the reason for his astonishment, he has been to the mysterious death realm once before. The scene here has long been deeply engraved in his mind.

The reason for his surprise was that it was different from the last time he was here.

there is a big difference.

The last time he landed, there was no one around him.

But this time, he was surrounded by people! ! Standing side by side, it's like entering Wangfujing Street during the 11th Golden Week. Moreover, those guys were all dressed in the same attire. They were wearing black leather robes and rusted birdcages. They crowded together quietly without saying a word.

Hoffa, who came suddenly, was the only one of them.

The only one who doesn't wear a cage and doesn't wear a black leather jacket. It was as abrupt as a man suddenly got into a women's bathhouse.

His arrival attracted everyone's attention.

The slanting snow and ice came from the void and dark sky, and then went to the bottomless abyss.

Hoffa stood in the crowd, looking at the thousands of cage-headed guys on the bridge, and the staring eyes behind their cages.

He swallowed his saliva and raised his hand tremblingly: "Excuse me?"