336 Chapter 58, Twisted Forest

The wind blows from the hills of Scotland, forever shrouded in mist. Blowing westward, over the gravel dunes, over the cedar forests, and with a biting cold, through the dark chaotic jungles of the Forbidden Forest.

When the wind crossed behind some invisible boundary, it rushed across the icy black lake, stained with icy dew, rolled up Hoffa's black cloak, rolled over his brown wizard leggings, and blew the cloak around him. Fly up behind.

Although the God of Nightmare suggested that he put it on hold again, he returned to Hogwarts over the mountains and mountains. He could not sit idly by Grindelwald's behavior, nor could he watch himself doing nothing and finally once again. Falling into reincarnation, he must do something.

However, at this moment, there was a deviation in memory. The fanatical man riding behind the mountain monster beside him, under the triangular flag fluttering in the distance, was a villain like a stream flowing into the sea.

There is no such a huge crowd in the original book, and the Triwizard Tournament is just a small three-school league, far from being in front of a world-wide event like the Quebec World Cup.

He didn't know that it was his own behavior that caused the butterfly effect and created such a huge storm.

At this moment, on the banks of the Black Lake, crowds poured into the stands of the Quebec Stadium from all directions like ants, until they blocked its entrance.

Hogwarts' ban on apparation was lifted, and groups of wizards, with different accents, apparated to Hogwarts from all over the world.

The Naquito stand was enlarged by more than a hundred times by magic, and countless broomsticks were flying in the sky. The ground was full of weirdly dressed wizards. Some of them had snakes around their necks, some had toads on their heads, and the toads stuck out their tongues to eat flies. Some waved their wands and made crackling noises.

Some people dress up luxuriously, while others dress up in shabby vicissitudes. Some are alone, some are with their families, some are kind-hearted and peaceful, some are cruel and violent, and their faces are full of flesh.

There are all the people of the three religions and nine streams.

Hoffa read the news and knew Grindelwald's thoughts. He wanted to lure all wizards to Hogwarts and kill them all. In his words, to rescue them from their dreams.

He knew that this was a massacre of lunatics, but he didn't have a good idea. Nicole LeMay injected him with more septicemia drugs than he imagined, and now he is not Grindelwald's opponent.

The only thing he can do now is to prevent Harry Potter from touching the trophy. As long as Voldemort is not resurrected, Nicole Flamel will not have the resurrection technique to resurrect Chloe. As long as Chloe's resurrection can be delayed, He still has time to think of something.

Boom boom boom!

Boom boom boom! !

In the magic-expanded stands, someone beat the drums. Maybe it was a priest of a druid sect, or a shaman of a tribe of mountain monsters.

To the beat of the drums, the crowd went wild and they started dancing together, tossing their hair. In the center of the Quebec Stadium, the dense plants began to grow wildly. They entangled with each other and kept going upwards. In the blink of an eye, they formed a tree wall and grew into a maze.

Boom boom boom!

The drumbeats became more and more dense, and a faint mist filled the fortified maze, and there were unknown beasts roaring in the mist.

The air current rolled up again, blowing through the fanatical crowd, the coldness in it was swept away, it became fanatical and brutal, just like the emotions wrapped in the crowd.

Before the wind reached the tallest stone wall of Hogwarts, the fanaticism it carried died away, and it circled a tower in the center of the castle, rushing between the open windows at the top of the tower. went in.

The fully armed Grindelwald shivered under the kiss of this air current, and he moved his hands holding the Elder Wand. His white hair was tied back with a thin belt, and his face was as expressionless as a stone sculpture.

"It seems that all the sober people are here."

Grindelwald turned around talking to himself, and his back turned into Dumbledore's appearance.

The last ray of sunlight shone into the headmaster's office at Hogwarts. Fawkes was jumping restlessly on the branches. In front of Dumbledore's desk, there were countless silver glass bottles densely packed, which carried clouds like clouds. Memory, up and down in the bottle.

He walked out of the office, and there was a loud shout outside the window. It was the voice of Ludo Bagman.

"Ladies and gentlemen, in five minutes, I'm going to invite you all to the Quidditch pitch for the last event of the Triwizard Tournament."

Ludo Bagman happily held up the microphone: "Here, first of all, I would like to thank Poppy Magic Candy, Fengya Wizard Men's Clothing, Light Wheel and Silver Arrow for their strong support for this event. Of course, we are also very grateful It is an honor to invite the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, the chief wizard of the Wizengamot, Albus Dumbledore, and the European Association of Magic."

After he called out the names for almost ten minutes, he didn't put down the list in his hand until the audience booed impatiently, and skillfully raised his finger: "Now, let's invite four warriors to come in." field!"

In the lavender twilight, four warriors came out from the four corners of the stands.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the last match of the Triwizard Tournament is about to begin!" Ludo Bagman said in a loud voice, "Let me report the current score! Cedric Diggory and Harry Leigh Potter - 85 points, tied for first place, Hogwarts school!" Applause and cheers startled the birds in the Forbidden Forest into the darkening night sky. "Viktor Krum - 80 points, second place, Durmstrang Academy!" There was another burst of applause. "Fleur Delacour—the third place, Beauxbaton Academy!"

"Damn, we haven't gone in yet!"

"Not enough space!"

"Leave one, let one."

"Anyone here to organize it?"

Tens of thousands of people crowded in front of the ivory door of the entrance and exploded the pot, but the sound was quickly suppressed by the applause from the infield.

Hoffa was also among the crowd. The population density here was higher than that of the New York Stock Exchange in the big bull market. The infield games had already started, but he didn't even squeeze into the crowd.

However, he was also prepared. He took out a leather bag from his pocket and threw it into the sky. During the flight of the leather bag, Galleons rained down like raindrops. This is not Galleons from Transfiguration, nor is it fake money from Irish Leprechauns. These are real gold coins taken from Gringotts. The private wealth of his cheap "father".

After knowing that he has gone through 6,000 reincarnations, Hoffa has already seen it very openly. Most things in this world are like dreams and bubbles, fleeting. If he is destined to go back to the past, then the wealth of this era What's the point?

The other wizards didn't have Hoffa's awareness. The crowd suddenly forgot the fact that they couldn't squeeze into the arena, and cheered.

Gold Galleons fell from the air like raindrops, overflowing with golden light, even Ludo Bagman's eyes drifted away. He looked suspiciously at the Gareon rain falling in the sky. If he hadn't been cheated by the Irish leprechaun's fake money once during the Quidditch World Cup, he might have rushed in to loot it now.

While cheering and scrambling all over the sky, some people's eyes were loose. God knows whether they are awake or submerged in unconscious dreams.

But Hoffa can't control it now, taking advantage of others bending over to grab Jin Gallon's gap, he separated the crowd, stepped on their backs, stepped on his feet like walking a tightrope, and rushed into the Triwizard Tournament without looking back In the maze of the final.

In the stands, Grindelwald held up the binoculars and saw the middle-aged man in the golden rain, and couldn't help but sneer: "Stinky boy"

He put down the binoculars, turned his head sideways, and said to a one-eyed and one-legged man standing beside him: "The time is up, let's present our final performance to our audience."

The one-legged one-eyed man burst into flames from his palm, and said viciously, "As you wish, father."

After all, he floated up like a bolide, fell from the high platform with thick black smoke, and disappeared into the maze of the Quebec stadium.

The ghost-walking Hoffa ran all the way into the Quidditch field in the final of the Triwizard Tournament, and followed the four warriors into the maze of the final.

Now night had fallen, and the tall hedges cast black shadows on the path, and whether it was because of the height and density of the hedges, or whether by magic, the voices of the audience fell silent as soon as he entered the labyrinth. Tranquility swallowed him in the blink of an eye, like falling into the deep sea.

Not only that, due to the extremely lush vegetation, the starlight in the sky was blocked, and the eyes were completely dark.

"Fluorescent dancing."

He raised his head and chanted softly.

A silver light spot flew out from his palm, illuminating a small part of the maze, which extended in all directions, with forks everywhere. I don't know where to go.

Looking back, the maze where I came in grew and closed at a speed visible to the naked eye, sealing the entrance firmly.

hateful

Hoffa thought to himself that if Nicole Flamel hadn't injected himself with septicemia potion, he would definitely be able to transform into thousands of nightingales, fly in from different intersections, and find Harry Potter, and he would be able to find Harry Potter very quickly.

But now I can only rely on two legs to walk, and the efficiency is too low.

But complaining was just complaining, he was still choosing a road at random, and plunged into it.

As soon as he entered the lush jungle maze, the sound of vegetation growing rapidly came from behind him. At the same time, the maze in front of him also quickly branched out into new forks. The whole maze is like a living thing, mysterious and treacherous.

After running for nearly thirty minutes, Hoffa stopped. He noticed something was wrong. Except for the different shape of the fork, there was no difference between this maze and when he first entered.

He couldn't find any trace of Harry Potter and Cedric, let alone the existence of the trophy, which made him anxious.

Others don't know, but he clearly understands what that trophy is. It is the door key to Voldemort's resurrection site. If Voldemort is resurrected, the snowball of fate will crush him into powder irresistibly. What awaits him will be another A fifty years.

He can't accept it.

rustle.

Vegetation grows wildly, and vines swim.

The more anxious he was, the more lush the maze around him became. Not only did it become lush, the vines and branches formed an exaggerated smiling face among the vegetation, flashing past him like a silent mockery.

Realizing that his state was not right, Hoffa closed his eyes, crossed his legs and began to meditate.

The heartbeat gradually slowed down, and the breathing gradually stabilized. The fluorescent spot in the air gradually went out, and when he opened his eyes again, he was finally freed from the state of eagerly preventing Harry from touching the trophy, no longer restless, and the bushes and vines around him finally stopped growing.

Ding Ling Ding Ling.

At this time, a pleasant bell sound suddenly came from a distance.

Accompanied by the bell, there is also a regular sound of tapping.

Tread Tread.

What kind of weight is that stepping on the ground.

Hoffa stopped involuntarily, and a white male unicorn slowly came out from the depths of the dark maze. There was a faint white light all over it, like a walking light bulb, very conspicuous.

Hoffa's eyes widened. He'd seen many unicorns, but never one like this.

That unicorn is more than twice as majestic as an ordinary unicorn. Its silver mane is rippling in the air like a clear spring. Its four hooves are long and strong, and every muscle in its body Both were tight and tall, without an iota of flab, and its tail was pulled back into a neat little braid, with agate and jewels hanging from it.

And on its black and thick unicorn, were tied two bright red ropes, and a bell was hung on that rope, and the bell fluttered in the wind, jingling and exuding an unknown fragrance. Butterflies and unknown colored birds are chirping around its huge horn.

The magical male creature strode past Hoffa with haughty and coquettish steps, without looking sideways, without looking at him at all.

Watching its majestic and majestic back disappear into the depths of the maze, it took a while for Hoffa to come back to his senses.

"Excuse—"

The appearance of such an animal in the maze made Hoffa confused. Having read the original book, he knew that there were snails and giant spiders in the final maze, but why were there unicorns? Could it be that Harry didn't see it from his perspective?

He couldn't figure it out.

After the unicorn disappeared, the maze darkened again and became quiet.

But at this time, Hoffa heard rapid and trembling gasps from the distance of the maze.

"Ho ho ho ho ho. Ha."

It was a human voice, or a woman's voice. He walked over following the sound of panting, and saw a tall girl in a white dress leaning against the corner of the jungle maze, holding her chest and panting rapidly.

Her appearance can't help but remind Hoffa of the former Aglaia, but her eyes are green, her eyebrows are much sharper than Aglaia's, her lips are much thinner, and the overall look is much skinnier .

Hoffa naturally knew that she was Fleur Delacour, a warrior from Beauxbatons, a beautiful girl who also had Veela blood.

"Are you okay?" Hoffa approached her, seeing her about to be constipated, he tried to help her up. But when he touched her body, he found that her arms were terribly hot.

"it's okay no problem"

She slammed her arm away, but she didn't care who was pulling her arm at all.

"I'm fine I'm fine."

She stood up reluctantly, clutched her chest, and walked forward with her legs clenched, her posture was extremely weird.

Hoffa couldn't help following behind her and asked, "Excuse me, have you seen Harry Potter and Cedric Diggory?"

"I haven't seen it"

Fleur Delacour said absent-mindedly, she walked forward step by step while holding onto the dark labyrinth, panting rapidly, as if she had just run a few thousand meters.

Seeing that she was in a strange state, Hoffa couldn't help lighting up the fluorescent spell again. He was startled when the light was turned on. He saw the girl in front of him with sweaty hair sticking to her forehead, her cheeks flushed, and her neck Red, she tightly held the vines beside her, not relaxing for a moment.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?"

He quickly grabbed Fleur Delacour, "What happened?"

Being held back by Hoffa, the Veela girl stopped, her unfocused eyes resting on Hoffa's face. one second. Then she averted her eyes, and leaned against the vines and hedges:

"Excuse me, have you seen a white horse? It's a nice, nice, nice white...white horse"

Fleur Delacour's face was flushed, and her tone was stammering, as if she was trying to suppress something.

horse?

Hoffa wondered: "Is it a horse or a unicorn?"

"It's pretty much white anyway, with big corners."

Fu Rong gestured with her hand, and said with a blushing face.

Hoffa thought about the unicorn he had just seen.

He couldn't help pointing with his hand: "Over there."

As soon as he finished speaking, he immediately felt that it was wrong to do so, because a strong sense of sight told him that doing so would lead to some kind of bad consequences, but he couldn't remember exactly what the bad consequences would be.

The memory was gone, only some hazy feelings remained, which were the remnants of six thousand cycles. He covered his head with extreme discomfort, and the harder he tried, the more he couldn't remember it.

"Okay, thank you"

Furong showed an obsessed look, and walked towards the direction Hoffa pointed. Halfway through, she thought of something again, turned her head, pointed to the opposite direction of the maze, and said indifferently: "Oh, oh, by the way, if you want to find Harry Potter, just go northwest. I'm here Time. Met them once. Hoo hoo"

After she finished speaking, she gasped, without turning her head, she staggered towards the depths of the maze with weird steps.

It took a while for the sense of sight to fade from his mind, and when he raised his head again, Fu Rong had disappeared. But Hoffa remembered her words.

"Northwest direction."

He turned around in the hedge, ready to find Harry Potter.

At this time, in the dark night sky, a ball of fire flashed across, followed by a harsh sound of piercing through the sky.

When he looked back, a middle-aged man fell from the sky, pressed his neck, and pressed him hard for a distance of several hundred meters. They made a deep scratch on the ground and smashed through countless hedges along the way.