331 Chapter 53, the Eve of Destruction

When Hoffa opened his eyes again, he felt a bone-chilling cold. He didn't know if it was because this winter was extraordinarily cold, or because he hadn't felt the temperature for too long. Maybe both.

He slowly got up from the bed, his body made a clicking sound, which was the bones colliding with each other.

The Defense Against the Dark Arts office was in a mess, some ropes were scattered on the table, and the cups and dishes on the ground were messed up. It seems to have experienced some violent conflict.

The cold wind was blowing in through the window, and it was about half an hour before dawn. There was an untraceable weeping sound in the cold wind, which was the house-elf Glittering. It was crying in a corner of the office.

"What happened?" Hoffa walked up to the elf and asked. As soon as he spoke, he was startled by his own voice. His voice was hoarse and indistinct, as if it wasn't him.

"Master. The master is gone and the little master is gone"

Winky wept and pointed to the stray ropes on the ground.

Hoffa looked around, but didn't find Barty Jr. They left Helheim together, but they didn't appear where they left together.

bark.

There was a soft sound.

Miller stood up, controlling Moody's body, and lit the fireplace in the office.

Hoffa caught a glimpse of himself on the glass by the flickering light of the fire in the fireplace.

A few months have passed, and all the hair that was burnt in the fire has grown back. It's just that he stayed in Helheim for too long and spent too much life. He turned into a middle-aged man with no eyesight, gray hair hanging down from his thin forehead, and a pair of deep-set dull golden eyes under the deep nasolabial folds on his cheeks. He is more beautiful than ever before. haggard.

"Little Barty was taken away by his father."

Hoffa said to Miller, who was crouching in front of the fireplace.

"When is it, do you still have time to deal with him?" Miller said weakly: "Did you hear what Aglaia said? Six thousand times, Merlin beard, what kind of things are we going through?"

"yes."

Hoffa whispered, looking at his withered hands, unusually calm: "Six thousand times, if my fate repeats six thousand times, then the fate of Barty Jr. and his father repeats six thousand times."

"Patricide."

"It's not just killing the father, it's both going to perish."

Hoffa thought that in the original book, the old Barty was killed, and the young Barty was also sucked to death by the dementor. This fate is probably one of the six thousand cycles, which cannot be changed or reversed.

"What are you thinking, Hoffa, what should we do next!?" Miller threw away the tongs and rubbed his head anxiously.

"The old way doesn't work, it doesn't make sense. I have to go to Dumbledore, to anyone I know."

Hoffa put down his palm, and the flames in the golden eyes ignited again: "I have been avoiding being discovered by Dumbledore, but that must have become part of the fate that the god of death bound me. I must break the rules and find all ways to get out of the deadlock. .”

After finishing speaking, he got up and left the office of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. Miller hurriedly followed behind him: "How do you know that you didn't think this way six thousand times before? I mean, if you think this way, then the rest of you must be would think so."

"Then what better suggestion do you have?"

"I suggest you do nothing and find a place to live in seclusion. Don't worry about him."

"How do you know that I didn't listen to you six thousand times before?"

Hoffa kept walking.

At this time, Hogwarts had just dawned, but the sky was so gloomy that no sunlight could be seen, and the frosty snow was so hard that it would make a creaking sound when running on it. The students in the morning shrank and wrapped their robes tightly, and hurried past with their books in their arms, with no expression on their faces.

It should be the end of Christmas at this moment, the end of the second project of the Triwizard Tournament, and the stage before the start of the third project, the castle is full of students from other magic schools. Durmstrang's pupils wore thick brown and black cloaks, Beauxbatons' fringed silver-gray robes.

When passing by those students, Hoffa became a little confused. Although there were many students in the school, there was no words between the students. The school of Nuo Da was quiet and no one spoke, which inevitably made him People are terrified.

"what happened?"

he asked Miller.

"That's how Christmas starts."

Miller replied, "I don't know what happened."

The silent flow of people held textbooks and quietly passed by the two of them, heading for the school auditorium. Precise without any friction, like a puppet under a string.

"hateful!"

Hoffa strode against the flow of people and walked to the top floor of the castle. The bustling magic school was transformed into a weird center at some point. He was very eager to get out of that damned cycle and change his own destiny. If he could, he also hoped to change the fate of those around him, including these students who were trapped in dreams. But he didn't know what to do and could only hope in Dumbledore.

Before reaching the top floor, he saw a lot of journalists from the wizarding society. Rows and rows of them gathered in front of Dumbledore, holding spotlights, pushing and shoving, and shouting loudly. They looked more normal than the quiet students. too much.

"what happened?"

Hoffa searched for his memory, but he couldn't remember that this kind of thing happened in the original book. For the first time, history deviated from his cognition, which made him both worried and happy.

After a while, an old man with white hair wearing a pointed wizard hat and gray robe came down the spiral staircase in the office. It is the current Headmaster of Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore.

"Professor, Professor Dumbledore!"

Hoffa stopped Dumbledore, he parted the crowd, strode to Dumbledore, pressed his shoulder and turned him around, "Professor Dumbledore, it's me, do you still know me?

"

People around looked at Hoffa who suddenly appeared with surprised eyes. Dumbledore's blue eyelids drooped, looking at him through the half-moon lens, and there was a puzzled light in the blue eyes.

Dumbledore's calm appearance made Hoffa feel uneasy, but at this time, he didn't care much, and immediately stuck to Dumbledore's ear: "Listen, you must suspend the Triwizard Tournament. It was the opportunity for Tom Riddle to be resurrected, he asked me to come over, make the portkey into a trophy, and send Harry Potter there at the end of the game, so that he can be resurrected."

Huofa said very quickly: "If you don't want to see people die, and you don't want to see the outbreak of future wars, you must stop the game now."

After speaking in one breath, Hoffa's heart was pounding. He looked at Dumbledore expectantly, hoping that he could believe his words and make changes immediately.

After Dumbledore heard it, he couldn't help laughing, and he patted Hoffa on the shoulder: "I see, you wait a moment, and I will talk to you in detail after I finish the press conference."

After speaking, he did not wait for Hoffa to comment. Stretching out his hands, he said to the reporter: "Listen, I want to announce today's major event."

Immediately, the reporters beneath them boiled up. They raised the spotlights in their hands and clicked, clicked, and exposed rounds of white light, almost blinding people's eyes.

Hoffa was very weak during the day, and it was even more uncomfortable to see the dazzling white light. He had to cover his eyes and hide in a corner. However, after seeing Dumbledore, he had a bottom line in his heart. If he could get his help, he should have a great chance to break the damn cycle.

I only heard Dumbledore say: "This year, the Triwizard Tournament was held at Hogwarts as scheduled. So far, it has achieved great success. Our four warriors have overcome obstacles and completed two difficult challenges. The wizard society They also expressed corresponding concerns to us, but this level of concern alone is far from enough.”

After a pause, he laughed: "For this reason, I announce that on the night of the finals, all spectators who come to Hogwarts to watch the finals of the Triwizard Tournament will not only be exempted from tickets, but also get a hundred gold plus For this reason, we even have a super prize of 10,000 Galleons, a chance for all spectators to draw a lottery for free, and all spectators who come to watch the game have the opportunity to win "

Hoffa in the corner was dumbfounded, what! ?

He looked at the smiling Dumbledore in the crowd, but couldn't say a word for a while.

When Dumbledore finished reading out a large section of incentive measures, the reporters were boiling, and they all handed the microphones to Dumbledore,

"Principal Dumbledore, is what you said true!?"

"Has the Ministry of Magic approved your move?"

"When will the last competition start?"

"What drove you to make this decision?"

Hoffa looked carefully at the old men in the crowd, and finally noticed something strange. The elder wand stuck in Dumbledore's waist was emitting some kind of dark energy if there was nothing at this moment. The energy is completely imperceptible to the naked eye.

Seeing the strangeness of the Deathly Hallows and Dumbledore, Hoffa's heart sank straight down to the bottom of the valley. The hope that had just been born was instantly shattered. He thought of the night when he met Miller, he accidentally broke into Dumbledore's office. At that time, Dumbledore was a little strange. Now, he faintly realized what was going on. .

Surrounded by reporters, Dumbledore even glanced at Hoffa with a smile on his face. Hoffa's inner anxiety immediately expanded into fear. It was daytime, and he didn't have any frontal combat capabilities.

A pair of hands caught him in the crowd, and when he looked back, it was Miller.

"let's go."

Miller stared at Dumbledore with Moody's magic eye, pulled Hoffa and turned around, walking towards the outside of the castle without looking back.

The two hurried down the swinging magic stairs. Dumbledore, who was surrounded by reporters holding spotlights, didn't stop them, and didn't even look at them again.

"Dumbledore has been controlled, we have to get out of here quickly." Miller said irritably.

"He doesn't recognize me."

Hoffa thought of the last time they met, Dumbledore was constantly taking out the memory from his mind, maybe the memory about himself fifty years ago had already been taken out by him and sealed in a glass bottle.

"I shouldn't have come to you, you plague god," Miller said irritably, "Anyone who has anything to do with you will be doomed. Maybe that's what he thinks. It's safer to forget you."

Hearing what Miller said, Hoffa breathed a sigh of relief.

He thought of the 300,000 years Aglaia had been in Helheim, and the small setbacks he had experienced were nothing to worry about. He had to find a way to change the cycle.

"Then why don't you just post and forget all about it?"

He let go of Miller's hand, and even walked in front of him. Miller looked at his back with dissatisfaction and curled his lips helplessly.

When they walked to the gate of the castle, the temperature in the air became even lower, and the sunlight in the sky was as fake as it was, and it wouldn't bring any warmth to people.

To make matters worse, a cold call came from behind.

"Where are you going, Bach?"

Hoffa's body froze, and Miller, who was disguised as Alastor Moody, also stopped moving. A man wearing a cage was sitting by the fountain in the school yard, holding an unfinished book in his hand. , He put away the book and stood up slowly. He quietly came to the two of them:

"I thought Helheim could lock you up. I didn't expect you to escape."

"Grindelwald."

Hoffa backed away slowly, not surprised. If even Dumbledore could be controlled, he couldn't think of anyone else who could.

He looked at the sky, and took out a tube of septicemia medicine from his waist.

"This is what you want to do, use the Triwizard Tournament to attract the attention of wizards all over Europe, and then gather them at Hogwarts, so that you can catch them all at once?"

Grindelwald: "That's right, that's what it means to make the best use of everything."

"How did you do it? When did Dumbledore come under your control?"

"Even the greatest wizard will be tempted one day, not to mention that in my eyes, Albus Dumbledore has never been a great wizard."

As Grindelwald said, the black crowd surrounded Hogwarts from all directions. They were wearing shabby black clothes, holding wands, and their faces were expressionless.

Grindelwald shrugged:

"What should be said has already been said, and the rest is only life and death."

The moment the wand was raised, Hoffa raised the bottle of blood septic potion without hesitation, raised his head and poured it into his mouth. Just as the potion was lifted up, a heavy blow landed on his head, smashing the septic blood potion in his hand to pieces.

Grindelwald made a shot. He was shot more than 20 meters away abruptly, rolled several times on the ground, and fell into the middle of the students.

The students holding books quietly passed by him without making any sound.

Hoffa crawled up from the ground, and all he could see were hundreds of spells, which shot from all directions like laser light, illuminating his face, and he had no room to resist during the day.

But before those spells fell on his face, Miller appeared before him and raised his wand. The space twisted and bent, and hundreds of spells were transferred to the sky above the Forbidden Forest in the distance, exploding clusters of fireworks in the dark sky.

"Little Goshak, are you going to take action against your father?"

Grindelwald stood on the high stone steps, looked down at Alastor Moody's body, and sneered, "If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't exist at all."

"Don't expect me to thank you for that, Grindelwald, existence is not easy."

Miller raised his wand and turned to Hoffa.

"Go, you know the secret passage, behind the Gregory statue."

"what would you do!?"

Hoffa asked Miller anxiously.

"Leave me alone, he can't kill me, you go and solve the problem!"

Miller said, flicking his wand, a translucent ring-shaped spell appeared around, blocking everyone's sight, "Go quickly."

"Damn it!"

Hoffa looked at the broken glass in his hand and the rising sun, knowing that taking it down would only be a drag on Miller.

He tore off his clothes, covered his face, and stumbled away from the center of the conflict under the cover of smoke.