340 Chapter 62

On the outermost periphery of the Quebec Stadium, thousands of people in black clothes wrapped the audience stands of the Quiddle Stadium. They cut their own veins and slowly circled the Quebec Stadium like martyrs. Pour your own blood into the ground below you.

"What happened, why are there so many inexplicable people entering the venue!?"

In the auditorium, Ludo Bagman's amplified voice echoed in the sky, and the air was full of restlessness and madness.

All the audience stared straight at their eyes. Since the trophy was trampled by the strange guy who appeared out of thin air, their attention could no longer be taken away.

Then, when the big purple snake swept away Harry Potter, the audience boiled like a frying pan. Some of them exclaimed, some covered their mouths in horror, but some raised their hats and cheered.

"Who is that? How can a baby talk?"

Ludo Bagman's hat was tilted to one side, and he shouted frantically: "Wait. Is that Nicole Flamel, the greatest alchemist in history, why did he appear in this place? Who will tell me?" What the hell happened to me!?"

His microphone was taken away slowly but involuntarily. He looked up and saw a tall man in a black wizard robe standing beside him.

"Let me do it," Grindelwald said, "you're not fit to cast this game."

He grabbed Ludo Bagman's clothes and pushed him off the commentary seat. Ludo Bagman fell into the crowd and was overwhelmed by the fanatical audience. Several cups of brown licorice juice were sprinkled on his face in an instant.

"Ladies and gentlemen, on this night that everyone is watching, please allow me to introduce to you, the greatest black magician in history—Tom Marvolo Riddle."

The eyeballs on the maze plants all turned in one direction, so the audience saw the red-eyed baby covered in blood and dragging an umbilical cord at the belly button held by Peter Pettigrew.

At this moment, he was chatting with Hoffa with an arrogant smile on his face.

"This new friend who just came to Hogwarts."

Grindelwald's louder voice came from the stands: "That is, what you often call Voldemort."

On the viewing platform, the sound was like the OFF button of the volume was pressed, and it was instantly reduced to zero.

The audience's heads were abruptly removed from the arena, and they mechanically turned to the host's seat, looking at the tall man holding the microphone and talking.

Grindelwald: "As we all know, this legendary black mage has been in a slump since he was defeated fourteen years ago. However, recently, I received a commission to help him in the safest place. Resurrection. I thought, where could be safer than here?"

The people at the scene were divided into two groups. One group was mostly women and children. When they heard the name, they covered their heads and screamed, regardless of it, almost crazy.

But more male wizards stood up from the seats in the stands and cursed: "Bastard, who are you?"

"What have you been doing?"

"Stop joking!"

"Who gave you the guts, helmet man!"

Some people were scolding, and some people jumped off the high platform decisively. Apparition appeared in the middle of the Quito field, or they pulled out their wands and shot spells at Grindelwald.

Numerous spells blew up the commentary booth, and wood and stones fell like raindrops. When some women ran away with their heads in their arms, Grindelwald appeared in the other half of the auditorium. He continued to shout in a loud voice:

"Let's make a bet that after tonight, either Voldemort will be back on top, or he will be crushed and never get up again.

And you have only two choices, either to prevent his resurrection, or to help him resurrect. "

"Kill him, and then go and kill Voldemort."

Someone hacked like that, it seemed to be the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, holding his wand in the crowd like Napoleon on horseback holding a sword.

"kill him!"

"kill him!"

"Put them all in Azkaban."

When the Ministry of Magic officials rushed to the stands.

Just as those decent people rushed down the high platform, another group of fanatical black magic enthusiasts invited by Voldemort stood up from their chairs, stopped them, and also mercilessly drew out their wands and cast spells.

For a moment, the entire stand fell into a violent and extremely chaotic conflict. The spell was radiant, and food and popcorn were thrown everywhere. Men's shouts and women's cries can be heard endlessly.

The howl of the werewolf sounded from the stands——Aww!

Among the audience, quite a few people turned into werewolves, with thick hair, swollen muscles, and sharp teeth and claws. In the chaos, they grabbed the ordinary wizards who were fleeing beside them, bit their necks, and tore them happily.

Broken limbs were flying, and screams were endless.

"Ahahahahahaha~"

Grindelwald laughed, like tasting the most mellow wine, and opened his arms intoxicated in the chaotic crowd.

"Look, how beautiful, how harmonious, as long as there is a fuse, we are like men and women."

After laughing for a while, he showed a dull expression, looked boredly and indifferently at the fighting audience, drew out his wand, calmly walked down the high platform, and walked towards the final maze.

"The devil."

In the dense forest, Hoffa gritted his teeth.

He never thought that the resurrection stone was taken away by Grindelwald just a few days later.

While the two were talking, the black mist covering the maze gradually dissipated, allowing them to hear and see the chaos outside the finals.

You can think of it with your ass, Grindelwald is also using Voldemort's resurrection, not only that, he even used his own thoughts, and finally created a large-scale chaos.

"Have you learned the resurrection technique?"

he asked Nicolas May.

"With Voldemort's cunning, do you think I failed to stop you, would he hand over the most critical technology to me?" Nicole Flamel sighed: "He won't, only if you die, I completely surrender He, he will give me the spell without any worries."

"Then is the place where he was resurrected here?"

"It is indeed here, ready, and Grindelwald has been helping him these days."

"Can I use ready-made ones?"

Hoffa immediately changed his mind.

Nicole Flamel opened his lips slightly, and nodded after thinking about it for a while: "Theoretically, it is possible. After all, as long as the three elements of blood, flesh, and bones are present, it is not difficult to create a body."

"Then let's kill Voldemort and destroy his piece of soul. Then put his resurrection props back in place and use them."

Hoffa said categorically: "He hasn't been reborn yet, the most important thing is for him to die, and the chaos and war caused by him will end soon."

"Grindelwald will not sit idly by. Before he completes the ceremony, he will definitely continue this chaos." Nicole Flamel looked at the high platform worriedly: "God knows how long he has been planning for this chaos."

"Then let him come, and I will just take the resurrection stone away."

Hoffa snapped his fingers, expressionless, "And his blood."

"Can you do it?"

Nicole May looked at him extremely worried: "You are too confident, how could he let you succeed."

"Will you help me?"

Hoffa asked back.

After a moment of silence, Nicole Flamel looked into his eyes, and suddenly stepped forward and hugged him. The hug came so suddenly that Hoffa was caught off guard. Afterwards, Nicole Flamel sighed, kissed his forehead forcefully, and held his head with rough palms. Just like the grandparents before going to the battlefield.

Hoffa understood what he meant and who he was. In the end, he didn't speak any more, pulled up Nicole Flamel, spread his wings on his back, and flew up into the sky.

It didn't take long for him to see a hidden corner outside the maze covered by thick steam. He flapped his wings and summoned a strong wind to blow away the mist.

In the mist, he saw an astonishing scene.

On the grass, a big snake was snaking around, firmly protecting the unconscious Harry Potter inside his body.

Next to the big snake was a half-decayed black wooden coffin. It was Tom's father's coffin, and it was in front of the coffin. It is a pool of constantly boiling water, and countless mysterious and unusual spells are engraved on the edge of the pool, and those spells shine with secret and powerful light in the darkness.

In this time and space, with the help of Grindelwald, Voldemort did not use the crucible to resurrect this time, but dug a pool on the ground, which seemed to be of a much higher grade.

Wormtail stroked the bottom of the edge of the pool with his wand. Suddenly, crackling flames burst into the pool. The great purple snake swam into the darkness and laid the wimpy baby Voldemort on the grass.

The liquid in the pool boiled on the surface, but sparks kept shooting out of it, as if it was burning.

The steam was getting thicker and thicker, and the figure of Wormtail tending the flames became blurred. Voldemort limp on the grass, urging loudly: "Quick! Quick! Quick!"

Peter Pettigrew poked harder, and after a while, sparks flickered all over the water, as if studded with diamonds.

"faster!"

Nicole Flamel also pressed on Hoffa's back. The wind was blowing so hard that he couldn't open his eyes: "The resurrection pool won't last long, and it will die out soon. If Voldemort is completely resurrected, he won't give you a chance .”

"I know."

In the sky, Hoffa swooped down, his speed getting faster and faster, his eyes were sharp as if he wanted to cut the world into pieces.

"Stop him!!"

Seeing Hoffa swooping down from a height, Voldemort shouted in a shrill voice on the grass.

Boom!

Half human, half bird, Hoffa bumped head-on into an invisible wall. It shocked him into a daze and chaos.

Accompanied by scattered feathers, he fell from midair to the ground, and Nicolas Mai fell on him, crushing him half to death.

Fortunately, Nicolas May was fine. After he fell to the ground, he quickly grabbed Hoffa's arm and pulled him up from the ground.

After the wings disappeared, Hoffa got up from the ground, and saw a man walking out of the maze with his arms raised, holding a shield, and stopped Hoffa and Nicolas before Voldemort and Wormtail.

It was Miller, who had been dumped by him before, who was already at the destination, waiting for him.

Damn it!

Hoffa jumped angrily. If Miller could help him at this time, his success rate would increase by at least 40 percentage points, but misfortunes never come singly. Miller was controlled by Grindelwald.

Miller raised his hand to remove the enchantment, and waved his wand.

Burning rockets shot at the two of them like raindrops, and the air was filled with the pungent sulfur smell.

"Tariko-Skita."

Hoffa propped up the shield and knelt on one knee at the same time, allowing stone slabs to rise from the ground and cover the shield spell he summoned to form a second layer of protection.

Whoosh whoosh!

The rockets hit the stone shield, and they exploded one by one. The stone shield hit by the rocket quickly turned into magma, which flowed down from the shield spell, and the momentum was astonishing.

In the high temperature, Miller's figure was distorted and blurred by the air. He walked towards Hoffa step by step, and the oppressiveness in the air gradually increased.

"What to do, Flamel!?"

Under the shield, Hoffa asked, "Is there anything you can do?"

"He was mentally controlled by Grindelwald. That guy is best at this. It's useless for you to fight him. You have to defeat Grindelwald."

Nicole May said anxiously: "Beat him, and the mind control will naturally be lifted."

"Depend on!"

Defeating Grindelwald, Hoffa gritted his teeth. It was not easy. They met at the Quidditch World Cup before. At that time, he did not have a good way to defeat Grindelwald. Now the opponent has an extra Miller. The odds of winning lower.

"No, split up, you help me hold him back.

Hoffa quickly made up his mind, "I'm going to deal with Voldemort."

"You're throwing my old bones to this guy?"

Nicole May complained, "I'm old, I can't be his match."

"That's what you said when you trapped me."

After finishing speaking, Hoffa did not give him a chance to refute, and no longer confronted Miller, he bypassed him and ran towards Voldemort who was hiding behind Miller. Of course, when he moved, Miller immediately followed him.

"Smelly boy, Nicole Flamel sighed and moved his skinny shoulders, "Since it must be like this, then the only thing to do is move." "

He took out a strange-looking flute from his pocket, held the flute in his mouth and blew it. Accompanied by strange notes, a thick purple smoke gushed out of the flute.

The notes flowed, and the smoke turned into a steel giant. He turned his ears and listened to the music with an expression of appreciation.

Then, when the note turned, it became fierce and high-spirited, and the steel giant also became agitated with the music. It turned its head, looked around, searched for its opponent, and immediately locked on to Miller who was intercepting Hoffa. He jumped heavily from the ground He got up, jumped up, and pressed Miller under him.

The violent collision shook the ground three times, Miller's whole body was smashed into the soil, and then the steel giant grabbed his arm and held him down.

"call!"

Seeing that Miller was suppressed, Hoffa breathed a sigh of relief, and then cursed: "You still say you can't do it!"

"It's a fluke, silly boy."

Nicole Flamel removed the flute from his mouth, and said angrily, "Don't say I didn't help you, go and deal with Voldemort."

After speaking, he didn't dare to relax, and continued to play the flute.

Miller, who was suppressed by the steel giant, also summoned a group of skeletons with knives, trying to kill Nicole Flamel, who was playing the flute, but when Nicole Flamel played the flute note, the purple smoke split into two, and the other became A group of shield guards were gathered to protect him.

The fight between the two was in full swing. At this time, Hoffa didn't look back. Although the old Nicole May always acted like a weak and dying old man, he fought himself so many times. Didn't get a cheap deal from him once.

He didn't believe that this old thing that had lived for hundreds of years had no cards at all.

Voldemort saw Hoffa approaching very close, and he couldn't help shouting: "Stop him, stop him, Wormtail, Naniji!"

But after losing Miller's protection, Voldemort's only two remaining guards were no match for Hoffa. Nanigi was kicked away, and Wormtail simply turned into a mouse and fled.

In just five seconds, he rushed to Voldemort's side and lifted Voldemort from the ground like a basketball.

Pinching the blood-stained baby Voldemort, he grinned and said, "You can't run away."

"let me go!"

Voldemort struggled desperately in his palm, but he was just a baby, completely unable to pose any threat to Hoffa.

"Say, did you give the resurrection stone to Grindelwald?"

Hoffa began to press questions.

"I'd rather destroy it than give it to you!"

Voldemort looked at Hoffa with extreme hatred: "In your life, no one will be resurrected. I want to see you tortured by endless loneliness until you go crazy!"

"Okay, then you go to die."

Hoffa grabbed the baby Voldemort's small arms and thin legs and threatened, thinking that if Voldemort would not give him the resurrection stone, he decided to tear the disgusting guy in half.

However, at this time, Voldemort's red eyes showed no fear at all, on the contrary, he smiled triumphantly.

His smile made Hoffa feel bad. Tom is definitely not like himself. He likes to play tricks and frighten others. In a sense, he is much more serious than himself. When he laughs, something bad must have happened .

"why are you laughing?"

he asked Tom Riddle sharply.

"Hehehe."

The little baby in his hand turned his head sideways: "Our dear teacher is here."

Hoffa felt extremely bad, he turned his head immediately, and saw a tall man with white hair quietly walking out of the maze, he raised his hand and threw a transparent glass-like arrow.

The sharp arrow appeared from the shadows without warning.

Nicole Flamel, who was playing the flute, was pierced through the chest by the transparent glass arrow.

The melodious sound of the flute suddenly turned into noise, and then stopped abruptly.

After the metal giant lost the note, it turned back into purple smoke.

"Flame!"

He screamed, abandoned Voldemort without hesitation, flapped his wings, and rushed towards Nicole Flamel, this time, he really panicked.

He sprinted to Nicole Flamel's side with all his strength.

After Nicole May was injured, intense flames gushed out of Miller's body out of control. He broke free and flicked his wand with one hand. A sharp blue magic spell appeared on the top of the wand. With a flash of lightning, it shot towards Nicole Mayer. Flamel's head was chopped off.