334 Chapter 56, the Quagmire of Fate

Hoffa no longer wanted to care about how old Barty broke free from his hand, how he rushed down the snow, and how he was knocked down by the old man standing in the shadows.

Batty and his son failed to escape the snare of fate. Although the way of death this time was different from any one he saw in the Helheim Cinema, it also made him feel a strong sense of sorrow for the death of the rabbit and the fox.

There are chances and coincidences in everything, but the result is like fate.

Hoffa thought of what Aglea told him in the underworld, looked at Nicole Flamel in the distance, and slowly walked down the hill.

In the white frozen snow of the mountain stream, Little Barty fell on the snow in big characters, and the blood slowly spilled out along the hard snow like dye, steaming hotly. But the hot air was quickly blown away by the cold wind from the mountain stream, and it no longer existed.

Beside him, old Batty was kneeling beside a cedar tree, with his head against the tree trunk, his eyes staring straight at his son who fell on the snow, a big hole was blown out of his chest by the spell, and he was also not getting enough air at the moment. Exhausted a lot.

Looking at Batty and his son who fell on the snow, Hoffa closed his eyes helplessly.

"Why?" he asked Nicole Flamel.

"what why."

Nicole Flamel looked at him coldly: "What did you bring the people from the Ministry of Magic to do? We agreed to send Harry Potter when the time came. Why didn't you come as planned?"

"The plan is not working, Flamel."

Hoffa let out a long breath and spit out a cloud of water mist in the cold night: "I can't perform that mission anymore."

"Is it because the plan doesn't work, or do you have another plan?" Nicole Flamel asked sharply. He held up a simple and simple necklace and asked, "Have you forgotten what we said back then?"

"I haven't forgotten."

Hoffa whispered, he walked to Little Barty, closed his eyes, and his palms were trembling slightly. He felt as if he had fallen into a swamp, the more he struggled, the faster he sank: "Chloe won't allow you to do this."

"It has nothing to do with Chloe. Reviving her is just my private plan. I will do the same with you or without you. Our goal is resurrection. Do you understand resurrection?"

"I see."

"You know shit."

Nicole Flamel winked at Peter Pettigrew, who was rubbing his hands and giggling, "You, go and bury those two people, far away."

"receive."

Peter Pettigrew, who received the order, immediately ran to Little Barty's body, wheezed and dragged him to a distance, and then ran back, wheezing old Batty's body on the snow. dragged down the distance.

Then, turning his wand into a shovel, he shoveled across the snow. After a while, two small pits were dug out on the ground for burying people.

Seeing Pettigrew Peter running away to dig a hole in the distance, Nicole May walked up to Hoffa, and said with a bit of hatred and heartbreak: "What are you thinking, stupid boy, even if you want to revive Fati My daughter, without Chloe's power, you can't go back fifty years ago."

Hoffa: "Why do I have to go back fifty years ago."

Nicole LeMay: "You can only live with Fatil's daughter if you go back to fifty years ago and resurrect Fatiel's daughter fifty years ago."

"Why?"

Hoffa came back to his senses, confused: "I can't revive her in this time and space?"

"If you resurrect her in this time and space, she is already a newborn in this era. If you go back, the time flare will still tear her apart. I think you know this better than anyone else."

Time flare.

Hoffa's face suddenly turned pale, and he took two steps back in a daze, leaning against the train platform.

Seeing his distraught appearance, Nicole Flamel shook his head, he stepped forward and patted Hoffa on the shoulder, and said, "Now, go back and send that damned Harry Potter over, and then I will use the resurrection technique Get it, make a copy for you, and do the rest as you like."

For a moment, Hoffa almost wanted to agree to Flamel, but then he thought of the terrible six thousand cycles, the hopeless fate, and immediately said: "No, no."

"no?"

Nicole Flamel looked at Hoffa with the eyes of a monster.

"What the hell are you going crazy about? What would it be like to revive a Voldemort? The big deal is that the resurrection is after you."

He secretly made a gesture of touching his neck, "As for bringing people from the Ministry of Magic here to make him unhappy, you don't really trust those people from the Ministry of Magic, do you?"

"It's not what you think it is!"

Hoffa was extremely helpless, he knew the truth of the infinite loop, but Nicole Flamel didn't know it. But he didn't know how to explain it to Nicole Flamel, so he could only say: "No, Flamel, I will never give Harry Potter to Voldemort."

"What about the resurrection technique?"

Nicole May smiled. "We would never get anywhere without it."

Hoffa couldn't answer for a while, one side was a dead end leading to an infinite loop, while the other side erected a high wall, which was completely a dead end.

But after a little weighing, he made a choice, and he must not be able to perform that task again. Nothing is more terrifying than recycling.

So he took a step back and shook his head.

"Oh I see."

Seeing Hoffa's appearance, Nicole May showed a sudden realization expression, "You don't want to go back to fifty years ago, are you afraid that I will forcefully send you back after resurrecting Chloe?"

"Do you want to go back?" Hoffa couldn't help asking: "To that era of war? To that era of life and death?"

"I won't do that." Nicole Flamel shook his head, "If you really don't want to send Harry Potter, forget it."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand politely, and said gently, "It's still nice to meet you, Bach."

Hoffa stretched out his hand subconsciously, and shook hands with Nicole Flamel.

Nicole May held Hoffa's palm, close to his body, and put it next to his ear: "You know, I have always admired your transfiguration technique."

Suddenly, there was a slight stabbing pain in his waist, and Hoffa secretly exclaimed that it was not good. He pushed Nicole Flamel away suddenly, and looked down. There was a syringe firmly inserted in his waist, and some transparent Drug.

Hoffa turned pale with fright, blood septic potion!

He pulled out the potion abruptly, looked up, and saw Nicole Flamel staring at him with indifferent eyes, the gentleness that he just showed disappeared without a trace like an illusion.

"What are you thinking, old man!?"

"This tube is enough for you to use for next week, I hope your transformation technique is superb enough." He said coldly.

As soon as the words fell, a giant purple snake sprang out from the shadow of the forest, and opened its bloody mouth at Hoffa. His strength was eroded by the blood-septic potion, and he backed away again and again. The moonlight no longer blessed him. As a result, he was bitten in the neck by a giant purple snake.

Afterwards, the big snake twisted like a spring, wrapping Hoffa in its body in an instant.

Hoffa grabbed the snake's neck, fingers deforming into claws. He tore at the neck of the big snake that wrapped around him, and cursed angrily, "Damn it, Flamel! Are you selling me out?"

"Sorry, I can't help it either."

Nicole May was unmoved: "I gave you a chance, but you turned your back on it, so I really can't cooperate with you."

"I!"

The big snake's icy scales squirmed, getting tighter and tighter, gradually squeezing him out of breath. Not only that, but it also expanded the bones and stuck to Hoffa's head, trying to swallow him in its stomach.

Just when Hoffa and the big snake were in a stalemate, another gust of wind hit him behind him, and a gleaming shovel smashed down on his shoulder, leaving a bone-deep wound.

Hoffa suffered from the pain, ignoring the passing of magic power, his arms turned into thunderbird wings, and he threw the purple giant snake out, smashing it on the tree, and then kicked Peter Pettigrew, who was attacking him from behind, away. He kept stepping back while clutching his bleeding shoulder, glaring at Nicole Flamel.

Nicole Flamel shook his robe, and drew out his wand: "Don't worry, I won't kill you - fainted."

A red stun spell was fired at Hoffa, and he disappeared.

crackle!

Accompanied by a light sound.

He Apparated a hundred meters away.

Nicole Flamel also Apparated and disappeared. He met Hoffa face-to-face in an instant, and grabbed his wrist with his hands, holding Hoffa with his skinny palm like an iron hook: "Multiple constraints."

He recited the incantation again, which was very old and cadenced. Accompanied by the incantation, Hoffa's whole body was firmly bound by a completely invisible rope, and he twisted into a strange posture and stood on the snow.

He stared at Flamel, the old man was becoming one of the ropes that bound him, as long as he was brought back to Voldemort, what awaited him was the plot in the original book.

Those were the things he wanted to do in the first place, and they had proven absolutely impossible to save Aglaia, not to save Chloe, not to save himself, not to save anyone.

"Let go of me, old man," he said.

"Impossible, you will destroy the established plan."

"Then there is no difference between you and killing me." Hoffa said sadly. He couldn't break free from the invisible rope at all, unable to break the spell, he began to miss Miller.

"Sorry." Nicole Flamel said without much apology: "Wormtail."

Pettigrew dragged his shovel and ran over from the snow, his bald forehead was steaming with sweat: "Please order, Mr. Flamel."

"Take him to the side of the Dark Lord." Nicole Flamel said, "Let the two of them go by themselves. Go by themselves."

"What are you going by yourself?"

Wormtail said in confusion, the short man picked up Huo and carried it on his shoulders.

"Go by yourself."

Nicole Flamel's voice became lower and lower. Suddenly, his legs gave way and he fell to the ground with a thud. He fell down on the snow and snored, and fell asleep.

"ah?"

Wormtail was startled by his sudden fall to the ground. He stretched his neck and looked at the old man who fell asleep inexplicably.

The spell that restrained Hoffa disappeared after Flamel fell asleep, and soon after, Hoffa kicked Wormtail's waist and slipped him headfirst on the snow. .

"Damn birdman!!"

Wormtail let out a sharp cry with his nose bleeding. He got up from the ground and turned his head again. The gray-haired middle-aged man entered Apparition with a snap, and he disappeared behind Nicole Flamel and Peter Pettigrew. side. missing.

"Old man? Old man?" Peter Pettigrew didn't care about the disappearing Hoffa. He held his nose and ran to the sleeping Nicole Flamel, shaking his shoulders, "Wake up, old man."

Nicolas did not wake up, but was still sound asleep.

"What happened?"

Peter Pettigrew flicked his shovel angrily, and the cedar next to him fell off the snow.

In the distance, a huge purple python swam over rustlingly. It wriggled and circled Lemay, who was lying on the ground and sound asleep, and then it slowly turned into a thin woman. The woman opened her thin Lips, spit a circle of purple smoke on the face of Flamel who fell to the ground and fell asleep.

Nicole Flamel coughed immediately after inhaling the circle of smoke. He coughed so violently that he sat up from the ground.

"waste!"

Something scolded sharply.

The thin purple-haired woman turned around and pointed the back of her head at Nicole Flamel, who was coughing violently. Under the woman's high bun, there was an ugly baby's face hidden, and the baby roared angrily: "Traffic, two trash!"

Pettigrew Peter heard the sound, rushed over, knelt under the head, and said tremblingly: "Master, master, it's none of my business, it's him, he just fell asleep for some reason."

He pointed to Nicole Flamel and said.

Nicole Flamel covered his neck and coughed, his neck and face were blue from coughing.

"I can't just kill him!? Avada Kedavra wants me to teach you?" Voldemort roared angrily, "Do you want to betray me, like that guy!?"

"Master, I dare not, I dare not."

Peter Pettigrew shivered in fright, turned the shovel back into a wand, and fell to the ground.

Nicole Flamel gradually stopped coughing, staggered up from the snow, and said hoarsely, "I'm sorry, I'm getting older, and I can't control my spirit more and more."

"You are in charge, old man!"

Voldemort asked sharply, "Get that bastard back for me."

"No need." Nicole Flamel gritted his teeth and said, "It's the same as performing the mission without him."

"Execute the same?" Voldemort said angrily, "Who would send Harry Potter here without him?"

The three fell silent.

Nicole Flamel pursed his lips tightly and fell into deep thought. Wormtail lay motionless on the ground, only his eyes rolled. The purple woman was facing Voldemort's face, let the cold wind blow past her desolately.

They are like a lender who has prepared all the formalities and goes to the bank to prepare a loan, only to find that the bank is closed, falling into deep contemplation.

"I come."

Suddenly, a cold voice came from the dense forest.

The three people on the snow turned their heads and saw a tall man walking rustlingly on the snow. His white hair like a waterfall hung down from his thin shoulders, and there was a strange cage on his head, making it hard to see. Know his specific appearance.

Nicole Flamel gasped, stepped back and leaned against the tree trunk, his body trembling slightly.

With rustling footsteps, the white-haired man got closer and closer, and finally stopped in front of the three of them.

"I'll give you that boy, if you want to use his blood to resurrect." Grindelwald said with a smile.

Things suddenly turned around, but Voldemort couldn't be happy. He asked, "Who are you?"

"Who I am is none of your business, though. I'll deliver Harry Potter to you."

"What about the conditions?"

Voldemort asked without hesitation, he stared at the weird man, and asked in a hissing voice like a snake.

"He's really an interesting person." Grindelwald nodded and said with a smile, "I have two requests."

"you say."

Voldemort scowled.

"First, I want to invite celebrities from all walks of life to watch the Triwizard Tournament, not only ordinary white witches, but also black witches and magical creatures. I hope you can contact your old department, giants too , Werewolves, or vampires, let them bring their families and friends to watch the Triwizard Tournament."

"Ha! what?"

Voldemort let out an unbelievable laugh: "What are you thinking about, let those people pass by, I haven't been resurrected, who will control them, aren't you afraid that those people will tear down Hogwarts?"

Grindelwald raised his eyebrows: "As long as they are resurrected with Harry Potter's blood, they will definitely be able to control them."

"That's not okay," Voldemort flatly refused: "They are not fools, how could they go to Dumbledore's territory, this is not a dead end."

"I have already controlled Dumbledore." Grindelwald said steadily.

"Fart, no one can control Dumbledore." Voldemort sneered, "That old man can't be controlled. Ugh!"

Voldemort made a trembling sound, controlling the purple-haired woman to take several steps back.

I saw Grindelwald turned around, but his back was not his back, but another front. That front was an old man with a white beard. in pain.

It was Dumbledore.

Turning around, Grindelwald continued to face Voldemort: "No one will take anything against your subordinates. I just hope that in this era of the old and the new, I will stand on the right side and dedicate myself to the rebirth of the Dark Lord." A great gift."

After a pause, he said in a very charming voice: "You have been dormant for too long, and others have already forgotten you. If someone needs to help ordinary people remember the fear of being dominated by black magic, let me be that person. "

Looking at the other monster in front of him, Voldemort fell silent. He was silent for a while, then suddenly smiled happily,

"Huh ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ah ~"

After laughing for a long time before stopping, he moved his head, licked his lips, and said with emotion: "It seems that everyone is having a hard time, okay, I will try my best, but I don't know how much I can come. "

"As you wish."

Grindelwald even bent down and bowed slightly.

"What about the second condition?" Voldemort asked.

Grindelwald raised his head and touched his chin: "That's very simple. I want to borrow that resurrection stone, which is the ring that your family has passed down from generation to generation."