Chapter 339 61

"No!!"

Diggory of Sedry was the first to react. He exclaimed, pulled out his wand from his waist, and bravely rushed towards the huge creature standing in the center of the maze.

"Dizzy."

Cedric hit the Thunderbird with a spell burning in anger, but the spell was as unresponsive as hitting a steel plate with welding wire.

"Bones to pieces!"

He waved his wand again.

Hoffa, who turned into a Thunderbird, was a little impatient with the noise, and turned his head to look at Cedric. With just one glance, Cedric Diggory, who was waving his magic wand, was struck by a bolt of lightning that fell from the sky. His whole body twitched, his hair exploded, and finally he fell to the ground with a black face, twitching continuously.

After dealing with Cedric, Hoffa moved his huge claws, and he stepped on the high platform where the trophy was placed into the ground, and the trophy itself was crushed into a metal pie by him, probably not even the tattered ones. .

If the trophy of the Triwizard Tournament was a portkey, then the moment he touched it, he should be teleported to Voldemort's hometown. And he also planned to go to Voldemort's lair to force him to hand over the resurrection stone.

However, not only did the trophy not respond, it didn't even emit a single wave of magic power, which made his heart sink slowly. History has gone awry again.

Trophies are not portkeys.

Sphinx reminded himself that there are shady things in the maze, but what is the shady thing, if the two warriors are really fighting for the trophy, it seems that there is nothing shady.

harry potter

His eyes moved to the boy who had been plotted by him before. He knew very well that Voldemort's target was this person, and he was definitely not someone who would sit still. After he left the team, he would definitely think of other ways to get Harry Potter over.

At this moment, Harry Potter was kneeling in front of the twitching Cedric, wanting to touch him but not daring to touch him, his face was full of fear and worry.

Sensing the extremely oppressive gaze of the huge seraph, he got up from the ground and faced the huge thunderbird face to face. He kept backing away, his face covered in cold sweat, and he seemed completely unaware of what was going on.

They looked at each other for no more than two seconds.

Suddenly, a huge purple snake snaked out of the dark maze. It has rows and rows of patterns and scales, and its teeth are shining coldly. It is extremely fast, and its head alone is as big as a motorcycle.

It passed by the fork of the maze where Harry was, and opened its mouth to bite Harry Potter.

The moment the giant snake opened its mouth, Hoffa cried out inwardly. He saw Cedric in a coma under the snake's belly, and Harry Potter collapsed on the ground.

He flapped his six wings and rushed towards the giant snake.

The wind was strong, and within two seconds, he appeared in front of the giant snake, stretched out his claws, one claw was stretched out to Cedric who fell unconscious on the ground, and the other hand was stretched out to the scared Harry Porter.

The giant snake raised its head and flung Harry Potter, as if being caught by an iron hook on a running high-speed rail, was hung on the teeth of the giant snake, and was thrown high, avoiding Hoffa's sharp claws.

Bark!

Scales and blood splatter.

The Thunderbird's steel-like claws made three deep claw marks on the giant snake's neck.

Then, it lowered its head, held the boy in its mouth, and rushed into the maze like lightning. The whole process takes less than a second, and everything is done at a very high speed.

The Thunderbird landed, and Hoffa turned back into a human form. He hugged Cedric, who was almost run over by a giant snake, and his hands were full of snake scales and blood. He couldn't help but cursed.

He knew that Tom Riddle would not let it go, and actually used the trophy as a cover, but his own real body came to Hogwarts in person. Could it be that he planned to resurrect in Hogwarts on the spot?

Hoffa couldn't understand that the guy was obviously weak to that extent, he didn't believe that his weak body could withstand apparation or any other kind of long-distance travel from England to Scotland.

What the hell is he going to do?

He glanced at Cedric Diggory who was in his arms. Although he was struck by a bolt of lightning, his life was not in danger. He was already awake at this moment, and he was looking at him with terrified eyes.

Hoffa put him on the ground and whispered, "Close your eyes."

Cedric looked at the strange gray-haired man in front of him and those strange golden eyes, thinking that he had just rescued himself from the belly of the snake, and closed his eyes as he said.

Several stone hands crossed the ground, enveloping Cedric Diggory like a closed lotus. Then the lotus slowly sank into the ground, leaving only a ventilation hole.

"Good luck, Cedric."

Hoffa looked at Shi Lian under his feet and murmured.

After experiencing what happened to Batty and his son, he already knew the almost unshakable iron rule of fate. If a person is bound to die, then no matter how hard he tries, it will be futile. The same is true for Cedric in Stone Lotus. Maybe he can't either. Change his fate, but he's done all he can.

After Cedric Diggory settled down, he ran wildly through the maze following the blood trail left by the giant snake. Left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right, and any creature that appears on the road will be slapped away by his palm.

Whether it's a giant eight-legged spider, an eight-foot-long blow-tailed snail, or a dementor floating in mid-air, as long as the creatures that don't know how to stop him are all smashed by him.

After turning nearly a hundred turns in a row, under his wild pursuit regardless of the cost, he soon caught up with the giant snake that took Harry Potter away, and saw its tail constantly moving in front of the maze .

Swish!

The giant swimming snake seemed to have bumped into some obstacle and stopped suddenly. Then it had to swim upwards to get over the obstacle.

The obstacle also blocked Hoffa's footsteps, and he stopped running. It turned out to be a huge unicorn lying on the ground, which was the one he had seen before.

But at this moment, the unicorn is no longer as handsome as before. It fell to the ground, skinny and bony. In less than half an hour, it didn't know what terrible things happened. It fell to the ground like a horse. Like a dying horse.

There is also a woman standing in front of the unicorn, which is Fleur.

Her face was as pale as paper, and she was wearing a white dress, but there was an unusually dazzling red on the lower abdomen of the white dress.

The dazzling red awakened the sense of sight in Hoffa's subconscious again, making him stop breathing.

He came to Furong's side step by step, looked at her face as pale as paper, and asked tremblingly, "What happened?"

"Nothing happened," she replied, her voice unrecognizable.

"Nothing happened?"

Hoffa asked how she didn't look like nothing had happened.

"Nothing happened."

She repeated this sentence with empty eyes, put her hands in front of her blood-soaked belly in a very ladylike manner, and walked forward slowly. The long white dress slid across the ground, leaving a bright red bloodstain on the grass, and slowly disappeared from Hoffa's vision.

With unparalleled confusion, Hoffa walked forward along the bloodstain left by Furong, and came to another open space in the maze.

The clearing was square, and the big snake stopped in the middle of the clearing. Harry was already disheveled and unconscious. The big snake wrapped him around him, facing the man who came out of the maze, hissing and threateningly spitting out a message—— hissing Hiss!

Hoffa didn't pay attention to Harry Potter, his attention was attracted by the strange landscape in the open space, where there was a fake unicorn made of plants, more than three meters high, and under the fake unicorn , stood a chunky man with an obscene appearance, and in his arms, a little baby covered in blood.

The little baby was staring at Hoffa with red scary eyes, and sneered.

Thinking of the blood on the white skirt of Furong's lower abdomen, and the male unicorn that fainted to the ground.

Hoffa's legs went limp and he almost fell to the ground. He was a little dizzy. In order to let the weak Voldemort come here, these guys can even use this kind of black magic.

"Tom."

The veins on Hoffa's fist popped.

"Oh, Bach. Hehehehe" the blood-covered baby smiled and said in Wormtail's arms, "Did you see that woman? It's a pity you didn't see the scene just now, it's very exciting."

Hoffa gritted his teeth: "Why are you so proficient?"

"Everything has a price."

Baby Voldemort said, "Someone has to pay, and it won't be me."

The disgust on Hoffa's face was more than ever before: "I really underestimated you."

"Normal, I overestimated you. Come here, Naniji."

The little baby waved his slender arm, and the big purple snake wrapped around the unconscious Harry Potter, and slowly swam to Voldemort's side. He touched the big snake's head with his slender arm, stared at Hoffa, and sarcastically said: "Is it fun to grab a trophy with two brats?"

"Give him to me." Hoffa pointed at the unconscious Harry Potter.

"The love is overflowing again?" Voldemort said coldly: "Then you can dig a small grave for him after I hang him."

Hoffa walked towards him with a livid face.

"I knew you couldn't believe it, Bach."

Voldemort, covered in blood, was not afraid at all. He sneered in a hoarse voice: "Even with so many prerequisites, so many agreements, and so many clauses, you still betrayed me."

"Yes, but I don't regret it at all."

Hoffa strode towards Voldemort: "If possible, I really want to find those dirty soul fragments of yours and destroy them all one by one."

"Is it too late? Bach"

Baby Voldemort also looked at Hoffa in disgust, but said in a pleasant voice: "You know, I heard a very interesting news recently.

I heard from others that you are actually dead, and the person standing here is just you who was fifty years ago, and you will soon return to fifty years ago, tell me, is that so? "

"Yes."

Hoffa stopped ten meters away from Wormtail. He tore off his shirt and began to raise his body.

"It's a pity, hahahaha."

Voldemort laughed happily: "Then I will forgive you for everything you have done to me. After all, you have already paid the price."

boom! !

A deep pit was stepped on the ground, Hoffa flew to Voldemort, raised his fist: "Even so, it is enough for me to kill you now."

Wormtail was holding the baby, whose legs were shaking with fright. The little baby yelled: "Stop him, Flamel!!"

Accompanied by his voice, dozens of iron pipes descended from the sky, blocking Hoffa's path and surrounding him. Then, a man's voice came from behind Hoffa.

"Naniji, take them where they need to go."

Hoffa turned his head little by little, and saw the white-haired old man standing behind him. His anger was like a flood that broke the bank, sloping down from Mount Olympus, and was about to wash away the evil world clean.

"Faltier, what are you doing stupid?" Hoffa was furious, "Didn't Fatil's death wake you up?"

"That should wake you up a bit."

Nicole Flamel said lightly, and he looked at Hoffa calmly: "At least I'm not doing something impossible."

"The Impossible"

Hoffa repeated Flamel's words.

"Voldemort is right. You really can't learn to weigh the pros and cons." Nicole Flamel sighed: "Your burning emotions make you, and they will also destroy you."

"destroyed me"

Hoffa repeated Flamel's words with an increasingly angry expression.

"huh huh huh huh."

Amidst Voldemort's sly laughter, the big snake meanders and slowly disappears into the maze with Harry Potter.

Its movements sounded like a battle horn.

The hurricane roared and broke the tree trunk like a dead branch. Flying skyward with natural screams and howls.

Hoffa slapped all the iron pipes blocking him, Nicole Flamel pulled out his wand, took out a glass ball from his pocket, and blocked Hoffa's way.

In the next moment, with his body as the center, a dazzling white light exploded around his entire body, causing Hoffa to lose his vision.

Then Nicole Flamel took out his wand, and more than twenty spells and magic potions hit the opponent head-on and face-to-face.

Hoffa disappeared, and when he reappeared, he snatched Nicole Flamel's glass ball, threw it high into the air, and was shattered by a bolt of lightning.

But Flamel grabbed his arm, his knuckles white, and some kind of drug in his hand had eaten away Hoffa's wrist to the bone.

"You will change sooner or later, what does it matter if it is sooner or later?" Nicole Flamel roared.

"Shut up, you don't care about anything, old man."

Hoffa kicked him away: "The way you were before, you are all pretending, you hypocrite, tell me what do you want?"

"How dare you say that about me?" LeMay punched Hoffa in the face with a backhand, causing his nose to bleed: "How dare you say that I don't care."

His saliva splashed: "Do you think I want to harm that girl? Do you think I don't care about anything at my age, and I still want to do such dirty things? Do you know who told me to kill you by any means?" Send it back?"

"Okay, who is it, Dumbledore or Voldemort, or wizards all over Europe?" Hoffa's face was contorted with anger and contempt.

"It's you, yourself!!" Nicole May pushed Hoffa angrily: "You will come to me in person in the future, arrange for me to find you, let me help you accept your fate after his death, let I sent you back by any means, all of which were ordered by him."

The wind stopped, and Hoffa's face turned from blue to white. Who could understand himself better than himself? If it was the old man, the self fifty years later, he would not be able to refute that all of this was false.

Nicole Flamel calmed down his emotions, he let go of Hoffa's hand, walked up and down on the grass, and said, "I care more than anyone else, I care about Chloe, I care about that girl, but overturning the nest There are no eggs below, if I don't want to send you back, no one will survive."

Hoffa's heart was full of emotions, but he couldn't say anything. He could only look up to the sky and sigh: "Stop talking, LeMay."

Nicole Flamel shook his head: "Whether you listen or not, facts are facts after all. The cause and effect woven by the arrow of time is like a net, and the lives are countless threads, and you are the net of fate." A node in the world, any action you take will change the fate of others."

Hoffa closed his eyes and said no more.

"Bach, you don't belong to this era at all. You must go back to the past! Otherwise, the whole world will collapse, and we will all fall into eternal sleep. At that time, it will be meaningless to resurrect anyone."

"Of course I understand!!"

Hoffa suddenly opened his eyes. He grabbed LeMay's neck and held back his anger until he bit his lips bleeding: "I will seal Grindelwald, and I will go back to fifty years ago. The fate line of the world, but the only thing I want is not to let history repeat itself, I only have this one wish, is it difficult to fulfill it!!?"

"History repeats.?"

Nicole Flamel looked at him in confusion.

"I'm going to revive Fatil's daughter! I have to."

Hoffa snarls, "I'm fed up with being reincarnated over and over again, and I've got to change that!"

"I don't know what nonsense you're talking about."

Nicole Flamel opened Hoffa's hand, and opened his arms under the lightning: "You stupid boy, a person who has been dead for fifty years and has no soul, even if you create a body , that can only be an empty shell, does that make any sense?"

"No,"

Hoffa stared at Nicole Flamel, and said with a very strong attitude: "Voldemort has a resurrection stone, I can grab his resurrection stone and summon her soul from Helheim."

Nicole Flamel stopped talking. He stared blankly at Hoffa, looking older than ever.

Hoffa took a step forward and pressed Nicole Flamel's shoulder.

"Help me, LeMay, as long as I fulfill this wish, I will definitely fulfill your wish. Go back fifty years ago, can you help me?"

Nicole Flamel shook his head dully.

"What does shaking your head mean? Can't even one condition be met?"

"It's not that I don't satisfy you, Hoffa. You are late, the resurrection stone has been taken by Grindelwald."

Nicole Flamel looked at Hoffa sadly; "As long as he controls the most critical steps of resurrection, he controls you. No matter what he says, you have to do it. He knows you too well."