323 Chapter 45, Death Game

Hogwarts, the walls of the Great Hall are covered with glittering silver frost, the ceiling is a starry night sky, and there are hundreds of garlands of mistletoe sprigs and ivy. Gone were the four house tables, replaced by a hundred small, lantern-lit tables, with a dozen people sitting at each table.

Men and women from the three major colleges and universities in Europe gathered together at the same time. The girls wore colorful skirts and gathered in groups, either shy, unrestrained, or flamboyant. The boys were also clustered together on the left, holding their cups and talking politely, while turning their eyes around the girls.

After a while, the four warriors led their dance partners into the auditorium, and everyone in the auditorium applauded.

Such a joyful atmosphere fell in Miller's eyes like a small glass of boiling water dripping on an iceberg, and there was no way to stir up any waves. He sat in the corner and looked at the four warriors and their dance partners passing by, feeling a certain kind of great depression. Hovering above his head, he couldn't blend into the environment at all, as if he could see Hoffa's aging and dying body as soon as he closed his eyes.

Suppressing the discomfort, he took his seat, and the people next to him made way for him. Not far from his seat, the Warriors are chatting, after winning two projects. That young man Harry who was framed by him and Hoffa is now able to adapt to his status as a warrior with ease. At the moment, he was talking to Percy Weasley.

Percy Weasley: "I've been promoted. I'm now Mr. Crouch's personal assistant. I'm here on his behalf."

Harry: "Why didn't he come?"

Platinum Weasley: "I'm sorry Mr. Crouch is not doing well, very badly. He hasn't been right since the World Cup."

"What a nosy guy."

Miller thought.

again.

He took out the parchment with the sacrificial circle drawn on it and glanced at it. "It has nothing to do with me."

He muttered to himself.

Putting away the parchment, raising his head, and pouring three glasses of strong brandy, a slight dizziness came from Alastor Moody's body, but it couldn't relieve his anxiety.

Several warriors around were still chatting, and Vickerd Krum, who was dressed like a bear, was chatting with his female companion: "Ah, we also have a castle, I don't think it's as big as here, and it's not as good as here. Comfortable. Ours has only four floors, and the fire is only lit when casting spells. But our field is more spacious than this one-though in winter, the days are too short to play on the field. In summer, we fly outside every day Fly away, fly over the lake, fly over the mountains—"

"Come, come, Viktor!" said Karkaroff, "don't reveal any more secrets, or your charming friend will know where we are!"

Dumbledore smiled, his eyes sparkling. "Igor, keep secrets like this... People will think that you don't welcome others to visit."

"Oh, Dumbledore," said Karkaroff, grinning widely, showing a set of yellow teeth, "we all want to protect our private lands, don't we? Don't we need to be careful about guarding our entrusted school halls?" ?Aren’t we supposed to be proud that only we know the school’s secrets? Shouldn’t we be keeping them secret?”

Several people's conversations about secrets drilled into Miller's mind, he was a little restless, some kind of invisible oppression squeezed in from all directions, as if this scene was familiar. Make him want to escape.

"Oh, I never dreamed that I knew all the secrets of Hogwarts, Igor."

Miller whispered.

"Oh, I dare not even dream that I know all the secrets of Hogwarts, Igor." Dumbledore said happily: "For example, just this morning"

tinkling

The glass on the table shook for a while.

Everyone's eyes were attracted, and Miller stood up with a pale face, and walked out swayingly.

Dumbledore asked him kindly: "Alastor, where are you going?"

Miller perfunctory: "Walk around."

Karkaroff said contemptuously: "Calm down, old man, there are no dark wizards tonight."

Miller gave Karkaroff a cold look. Karkaroff seemed to want to say something, but after being stared at by him, he swallowed the words abruptly.

Miller controlled Alastor Moody's body and walked out of the hall. He became more and more flustered as he walked. This flustered feeling came from the bottom of his heart. After leaving his seat, he seemed to have entered a prehistoric swamp in this colorful and gorgeous hall. as strange.

"Wait a minute, Professor Moody."

Someone stopped him again, this time it was a woman.

A dark-skinned middle-aged woman, wearing a tall wizard hat and a long black skirt, rubbed her hands, looking a little embarrassed.

It's Professor Aurora Sinista.

Miller recognized her. She was the professor of astronomy at Hogwarts. She lived in the tower all year round on weekdays and almost never showed up. There were no social activities, and it was rare for her to take her eyes off the stars at this Christmas ball.

"What's wrong?"

For some reason, after seeing her, the strange feeling of falling into the wild swamp disappeared. Like a drowning man finding land.

"Well"

Aurora Sinista looked very embarrassed, she looked anxiously at the blue magic eyes on Moody's face, and hesitated to speak.

"What's the matter?"

Miller narrowed his eyes, "It's okay, I'll go first."

"No! Wait a minute, Professor Moody, please, please, will you dance with me at the ball?"

Aurora Sinista spoke these words extremely fast, and turned her head sideways as if all her strength had been drained, not daring to look at him.

this.

Miller didn't expect the other party to make this request, but it's normal to think about it carefully. This professor Tianwenke watches the stars on the astronomical tower every day, and he doesn't interact with others on weekdays. Surely no one would ask her to dance.

Generally speaking, he should answer this woman's request, because there is no better match than them. The lame man and the autistic woman are more real than a bitch and a dog.

It's like a match made in heaven.

But the boredom in Miller's heart suddenly increased at this moment. It was a boredom bound by various rules, promises, and disguises, as well as a vague sense of sight. He felt that Aurora Xin Nista's face almost made him sick.

"good"

Miller slammed his head in his hands.

"What’s wrong with you?"

Aurora Sinista hurried forward and asked with concern.

The promised words were swallowed by Miller abruptly. He suddenly raised his hand, pushed the astronomy professor away, and said angrily, "Go away, old woman, I won't dance with you."

The astronomy professor froze in place, looked at Moody's scarred face stupidly, covered his face and wept suddenly, turned around and ran, even stepped on his skirt when he ran around the corner, almost fell fell to the ground.

After scolding an irrelevant woman, Miller suddenly felt inexplicably refreshed, as if suddenly the sky was high and the sea was wide, and all good things became within easy reach.

He straightened the bow tie around his neck, looked around, then walked to a senior Beauxbaton girl who was ten meters away from him, bent down, and asked, "Excuse me, can you dance with me?" Is it?"

The beautiful blond girl was chatting and drinking with her friends. When she turned her head and saw Alastor Moody's broken face, she couldn't help but let out a short scream, and subconsciously poured the glass of fruit wine in her hand on him. face.

The people next to him couldn't help but burst out laughing, and Miller also laughed. The drink rolled down his face, and he raised his hand and slapped that beautiful girl on the face with his backhand.

Snapped!

All Beauxbaton's students around were stunned by the slap. They stared at Miller with eyes like looking at ancient treasures, completely unable to understand who could do such a thing.

Miller couldn't help but hugged the beautiful girl's shoulders, tilted his head and smiled, "Why, have you never seen a woman beating?"

An extremely provocative sentence was like pouring ice water into a hot oil pan, causing violent riots on the spot. Almost all of Beauxbaton's students put down their cups, and chaos was imminent.

"come on!"

Miller was short of breath, tightly clutching the shoulder of the girl beside him.

But before the chaotic emotions could pervade, all the Beauxbaton students who came around lost their eyes. They were quiet for a few seconds like sleepwalking, and then mechanically picked up the cup again, as if they hadn't seen anything. It's time to chat Chatting, drinking when drinking, dancing when dancing.

Miller's abnormal movement was like a pebble thrown into a deep pool, and it disappeared invisible after sparking a small splash.

Cold sweat trickled down Miller's pale face drop by drop.

He realized something was wrong with this place.

Everything is controlled.

"Yeah!"

Miller gritted his teeth, unceremoniously embraced the young beauty's waist, and squeezed her buttocks hard.

But the girl looked at him with unusually calm eyes.

Helheim, on the sandy ground of the arena, Avada asked Hoffa with a smile: "It's all here, do you want to continue playing?"

"What are you playing?" Hoffa asked Awada coldly.

"Game of Death."

"What?" Barty Jr. threw away the stone and asked in bewilderment, "Didn't we win just now? Why continue?"

"Then how can it be calculated?"

Awada patiently explained: "It was a game played by Reaper and Davis Sawyer, not with Mr. Hofbach. Just now Mr. Bach played a friendly role as an opponent. If you really want to participate in the game, Mr. Bach must beat his opponent."

"don't want."

Hoffa thought of those souls who were hung on the path of thorns, and thought of what Aglaia said to himself, and couldn't help blurting out: "I don't participate in the game of death."

"So that's the case, what a pity."

Awada sighed slightly, "It's okay, but I'd like to remind you kindly. Death has almost forgotten you. If you don't participate now, I'm afraid you won't have another chance in the future."

"What will happen if you are forgotten by the god of death?"

"Nothing will happen, you will be like them."

Awada pointed to the ghosts in the carnival in the stands and said: "The ghosts who just came to Helheim, they have enthusiasm, warmth, memory, and hope, but those are the only things they have. Wait until they forget After all this, there is no value, and the remaining souls stay here, neither entering reincarnation nor having a goal, this is the real underworld, repetitive and monotonous, I hope you can enjoy it, Mr. Hofferbach."

After finishing speaking, Avada turned and left, and his figure was quickly blurred in the mist of the kingdom of the dead.

"It's only been a few days? Can I think about it again!?" Hoffa shouted behind him.

"How many people do you think die every day? Although there are not many people who can cross the bridge of the past, you are definitely not the only one." Awada's ethereal voice came from a distance.

Little Barty said anxiously: "Mr. Bach, he is leaving. What should I do?"

"etc!"

Hoffa shouted to stop Awada.

Awada stood still and looked back at Hoffa.

Hoffa gritted his teeth: "What if I win Death? Can I take people out?"

"You can even become a god of death by defeating the god of death. Naturally, you can do whatever you want."

The Avada language is not amazing, and he doesn't know whether he is extremely confident or just talking nonsense, so he just said it casually.

Hoffa's heart was pounding. If he had a heart now, he would have jumped to 200. How should he choose? The answer is self-evident.

In the timeless underworld, the worms that keep turning into flesh are the only visible changes. He didn't have anything to do, he didn't want to be like those meaningless ghosts, throwing himself into the endless carnival, and he didn't want to just sit there, pointlessly, forever.

He wants to take Aglaia back to the real world, walk on the soft and delicate beach, taste different flavors of ice cream, the scenery and food of various countries, and experience the changing seasons like a normal person, ups and downs.

"What is the game?" He asked Awada with difficulty.

Awada clapped his hands, two huge konjac flowers wriggled and bloomed on the blood-red sand, the konjacs spun open, and a naked human body lay inside each flower.

The human body doesn't have any features, no hair, just like Avada, no genitals, other than that, it's a standard male.

"This is the body that Death prepared for you. Of course, you can also prepare your own body. You will know whoever asks for it. In short, there is no need to die twice in Helheim, but as long as the body is destroyed, salvation will be judged as a game." Fail, understand?"

"If you fail, you will be sent to the path of thorns."

"precise."

Avada said.

"Does everyone have the same rules?"

"Ah, of course."

Avada smiled, a bubble appeared out of thin air under his feet, the bubble grew bigger and bigger, and finally turned into a happy clown's head.

Hoffa clenched his fists secretly. It just occurred to him that when he was fighting Davis just now, he had no physical body at all, which meant that Davis could not kill himself at all, but he had a physical body, which he could destroy at will. His failure was doomed Yes, Reaper never thought of letting him win in the first place.

He wanted to question Awada, but he had already stepped on the balloon and flew back into the sky. The sound in the arena is like the volume knob being continuously turned up, and the shouts of countless ghosts rush to the top of the arena like a torrent.

Hoffa and Batty got into the body prepared for them by the god of death. It felt like wearing a rubber suit. There was not much discomfort and sensitivity. It was like manipulating a strange game character. Use it to see, use it to act, but can't use it to feel much.

Amidst the cries of countless fanatical ghosts, the gate of the duel field slowly opened. Little Barty looked tense, and he leaned tightly against Hoffa: "What kind of opponent will Reaper arrange for you?"

"I don't know." Hoffa was equally nervous.

"Your opponents should be terrifying."

"Yes." Hoffa said dryly.

Avada flew up into the sky in a balloon and held a microphone: "The next challenger, let us welcome Lara from the magical world, who is peaceful and fanatical, smart but stupid, simple but complicated, young but old." Wizard Winclaw, Mr. Hoffa Bach!"

Hush! !

The unknown ghost also hissed, expressing his disdain for the challenger just like Davis.

Listening to Avada's introduction to himself, Hoffa thought to himself that he is a schizophrenic patient. He himself didn't know that he had so many strange characteristics.

I only heard Awada continue to say: "In his short but turbulent life, he has faced countless opponents and defeated countless enemies, but he never seems to really take external enemies to heart. Rumors Every proud Ravenclaw will always have an opponent, the only opponent, that opponent is always there, looming, and it is difficult for those who use it to see its true face even in their entire lives.

But in the kingdom of the dead, in the Arena of Eternity. The Grim Reaper has prepared a special gift for him, allowing him to peep into the mysteries of life. Now please, Hofbach's first opponent comes from his past self-the Transformation Master! "

creak.

The gate on the other side of the duel field slowly opened.

Hoffa protected little Barty and kept retreating. Then, he saw a black-haired, black-eyed boy two or three years younger than himself walking out from the other side of the arena. The boy wears the black Hogwarts uniform with the Ravenclaw blue eagle on it.

He froze.

That was a younger version of myself.