316 Chapter 38, the Heavy Past

The electric current blew up the high platform, and the surrounding men in black rushed forward when they saw that the situation was not good, and locked him firmly with chains without any resistance.

Grindelwald rumbled up from the pile of rubble, and for the first time there was another expression on his face, which seemed to be anger. But soon, that expression disappeared without a trace. He said gently to his subordinates:

"Get out of the way, I'll take care of it."

The man in black with tight chains receded like a tide, and Hoffa looked at him with great vigilance, only to see Grindelwald moving his neck as he did fifty years ago, and asked while moving: "Someone said let me Do you go back to what you said fifty years ago?"

The rhetoric that Hoffa had just emerged completely disappeared, and he looked at Grindelwald in astonishment, momentarily at a loss for words. Indeed, Nicole Flamel wished he could go back fifty years ago, the God of Nightmare wished he could go back fifty years ago, he didn't use his real body to see Dumbledore, but he instinctively felt that if he did, Dumbledore would I also wish I could go back to fifty years ago.

"But I don't want you to go back fifty years ago." Grindelwald looked at him with sympathetic eyes: "Hoffa, even if everyone wants you to go back, I don't think it's necessary. I think it's important for you Speech is a kind of torture, and it is unbearable torture for anyone. You can stay in this world and do what you want.

When I completely destroy the dream world and the source of dreams, I will create a brand new world with your soul and the souls of other people in the world. A world where everyone can understand each other and empathize with each other. "

"ha?"

For a moment, Hoffa's mind was even a little loose, and he even felt that what he said might be a little bit right, but when he thought of Aglaia and Fatil, he gritted his teeth, and the understanding that had just emerged disappeared in an instant.

Grindelwald has a lot of people, so he must not be an opponent. Today's plan to find Aglaia's soul has gone bankrupt, and he must leave here immediately.

The thought flashed by, his body swelled rapidly, and amidst the surge of magic power, he quickly turned into a thunderbird, and the huge six-winged thunderbird flew high. He locked his eyes on the bloody eye portal on the high platform, and wanted to leave the underworld Helheim through the portal opened by Grindelwald.

"Want to go?"

Grindelwald moved his head: "Where can you go? There are prisons everywhere."

After speaking, he raised his palm, which swelled and swelled, turning into a huge and transparent one, and he swung his arm heavily.

The transparent arm hit the seraph that Hoffa had turned into, and the huge and surging force made Hoffa fly backwards on the bridge of Helheim, flying straight for a distance of thousands of meters, hitting and flying all the way Countless men in black.

Then, Grindelwald's body swelled, and finally turned into a transparent and colorful dragon, entrenched on the passing bridge of Helheim, with his head down, and his huge eyes swept across the bridge. His eyes made people shudder.

It is the same as it was three years ago, the only difference is that there is a huge metal cage on its head, and that cage seems to be unable to remove it no matter how hard Grindelwald struggles.

"We are both prisoners, why do we have to make things difficult for each other?"

The Void Dragon opened his mouth and made a rumbling sound. He spread his wings and jumped down.

"Damn it!"

Hoffa's eyes turned extremely fast, and Grindelwald's transformed dragon was extremely fast, dragging him up in the blink of an eye, and flying up and down in the mist of the underworld.

Bark!

An electric current appeared from Hoffa's body, and flowed through his body in a blink of an eye, completely enveloping their bodies.

Amidst the dense electric current, Grindelwald picked up Hoffa and smashed him to the bridge like a meteor.

Thick fog billowed and the ground shattered.

Afterwards, the giant dragon fell down lightly, causing countless cracks to appear on Hoffa's body surface. It was a spiritual force as thick as a mountain.

"I told you, if you want to kill me, become like me!" Grindelwald suppressed Hoffa, his huge and distorted eyes fixed on Thunderbird's pupils.

"You're dreaming, I reflect on myself a hundred times a day!" Hoffa, who turned into a thunderbird, scolded Grindelwald, "I'm afraid you haven't done it once in a hundred years!"

"What's the use, our destiny is a reincarnation, no matter what we do, everything is predestined, poor you don't even understand what reincarnation is - roar!!"

After all, he opened his mouth and a dragon's breath burned on Hoffa. Burned his Thunderbird feathers to pieces.

crackle!

With a flash of lightning, the six-winged Thunderbird slid out with its back facing Grindelwald, crackling, crackling, crackling, three consecutive lightnings, and he flashed into the air thousands of meters away.

In the dense fog, Grindelwald disappeared.

He looked ahead vigilantly, but Grindelwald's voice came from behind: "No one can escape from death."

With a shudder, he turned his head away, and the body of the dragon floated behind him. He rolled and fell, but was pressed down by Grindelwald again, unable to move at all.

The mental force fields began to infiltrate each other, and under the extremely unstable mental force field, both of them could no longer maintain the deformed state, and they all returned to human form one after another.

"Why, don't you become like me!?"

Grindelwald held Hoffa's neck, and the white hair behind the cage flew like tentacles.

"You're so ugly!" Hoffa squeezed through his teeth, "You're always blaming others."

"It seems that I have no choice but to destroy you."

Grindelwald said, his arms getting harder.

Looking at Grindelwald pressing on him, he is almost indestructible in the state of soul, and here is the mysterious realm of death, which is completely his home field.

The scene at the end of the third grade seemed to be happening again. Hoffa raised his head with some difficulty, should he summon Miller?

It seemed that he had to be summoned.

Hoffa thought to himself that his state was slipping, and if this continued, it would only become more and more difficult to compete. He opened his mouth, ready to call Miller's name.

But at this moment, Grindelwald suddenly retreated, retreating like lightning. From a distance, he climbed to the height of the Helheim Bridge Pier, looking down at him like a gargoyle. There was a trace of jealousy and ridicule on his face.

Hoffa was left alone on the bridge in Helheim, feeling something was wrong, and he wanted to back away from Grindelwald. But inexplicably, his body became heavier and heavier.

what happened?

At the same time, in the thick fog, a figure slowly emerged. Accompanied by the sound of rattling chains, it became clearer.

Not Grindelwald's men, but figures with hunched stone steles, all covered in iron chains, skinny and hunched over. There are extremely heavy stone tablets on the back. Some stone tablets are very large, and some are slightly smaller.

They just walked over in silence from a distance.

Helheim's stele bearer, whom Hoffa met in first grade.

I do not know when the sky began to float thin snowflakes.

A snowflake fell on him, and when he twisted it, he found that the snowflake actually contained a memory. It was the scene of Albus Dumbledore meeting him for the first time in the Wu's Orphanage in London. In the picture, Dumbledore Duo is chatting with himself.

this.

Hoffa felt a little bad in his heart, and seeing Grindelwald standing far away on a high place with a look of fear on his face, the bad feeling became stronger.

Snowflakes from the sky fell on him piece by piece, and in the snowflakes were pieces of memory, some of which included him studying hard at Hogwarts, some of him escorting Sylby on the coast of Spain, some of him imprisoned in Azkaban, some of him he sells weapons in paris

wrong!

There is something wrong with this place!

Hoffa ran away, but as he ran, he couldn't run anymore.

Those memory-like snowflakes fell on him, gradually forming one stone tablet after another on his back.

Hoffa turned pale with fright, he began to shake like an electric shock, but the more he shook, the more snow fell in the sky, from the orphanage, to Hogwarts, from St. Mungo's, to the Ministry of Magic, from Europe, to Africa , from the Ministry of Magic to France, from France, to England

No matter how big or small, nothing was left out.

Hoffa's movements became slower and slower, and those ten-meter-high stone tablets were piled up like snowflake concrete, pressing firmly on his back. The stone tablet was shaking, with several chains hanging down from it. Fa instinctively grabbed the chain, preventing the stele from falling to the ground.

He even became one of Heheheim's stele bearers.

"Can't walk anymore?" Grindelwald smiled from a height.

"Grindelwald?"

Hoffa was carrying a stone tablet tens of meters high, panting and staggering, every step was very difficult.

Grindelwald showed an appreciative expression: "Helheim - the bridge of the past, but everyone who steps on it will be entangled in the memories of the past, the more colorful your life, the heavier your memory will be. "

He turned into a giant dragon again, climbed high in the sky with great interest, and leaped forward with ease.

"Abandon the stele, abandon it and you can catch up with me, can you do it?"

Looking at the shambling, bony faceless people around him, Hoffa finally understood the meaning of this bridge, Helheim—the bridge of the past.

When he was in the first grade, when he saw these stele bearers, he felt that they were very pitiful, they didn't understand, and they couldn't do anything.

But now he understands that at that time he didn't have any memories of the past, and he could do whatever he wanted, as clean as a piece of white paper. But now, the past education, the stories of the past, are like piles of mountains, weighing on him. That is his identity, his life, and he cannot abandon it at all.

"Hugh. Think."

Hoffa said tremblingly, carrying a huge stone tablet on his back.

"You're crushed by the past," Grindelwald said. "Why don't you learn from me, kill everything in the past, and welcome new life?"

"It has nothing to do with you"

Hoffa looked at Grindelwald in the sky: "I will never, ever listen to you again. Say a word, your. Every sentence. Every sentence is correct. Shit"

"Correct shit, first time I've heard someone describe it that way."

The Void Dragon raised his head, his empty and indifferent pupils swept across the icy blue sky, "I had high expectations for you, but now I am only disappointed."

He flapped his wings, covering the sky and the sun.

"I don't need to do it myself. People who can't let go of the past, the place of destination is ahead. Go forward, and the god of death will weigh your soul."

After finishing speaking, he flapped his wings and flew straight into the sky, leaving the bridge of the past. At the same time, countless eyeball-shaped portals opened beside the man in black under him, and the men in black came out in a file, entering from the mysterious realm of death. the real world.