341 Chapter 63

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The dropped flute was chopped into two pieces.

The curse knife didn't stop at all, and the decapitation was within a second.

In the blink of an eye, Hoffa volleyed and blocked the fatal blow with his back. Then he took Nicole Flamel into a ghost walk.

Burnt smell permeated the air.

Miller, with black eyes, was panting.

Two broken wings fell heavily from the sky to the ground.

Ten seconds later, Hoffa left Ghost Walk with Nicole Flamel in his arms, and leaned against the hedge of the maze, his body trembling violently from the pain.

"How are you!?" He tremblingly asked while hugging Nicolas.

"Cough, cough, stupid boy. You, your wings are broken."

Nicole Flamel was panting heavily, his chest heaving, and every breath made blood spurt out of his mouth. The sharp arrow was precisely inserted into his heart, making him almost unable to breathe.

"Don't die, don't die"

Hoffa frantically fumbled in Nicole Flamel's arms, trying to find some medicine, his brain was like a paste, and fell into a blank.

After trembling for a long time, he couldn't find the medicine, so Hoffa grabbed his hair angrily.

"Why!"

He was so unwilling that Grindelwald got closer and closer to him without even noticing. Aglaia is dead, Fatil is dead, Chloe's body is dead, Batty and his son are dead, and now Nicole May is going to die. Is he the lone star of the gods? Why does everyone who meets him No one can escape bad luck.

Nicole Flamel coughed twice, and sat up like a flashback: "The heart is pierced. Cough cough cough. I'm afraid I only have a minute. For the rest, you can only rely on yourself."

"Do not talk."

Hoffa didn't want to just give up so casually, he grabbed the transparent sharp arrow on LeMay's chest, wanted to pull it out but didn't dare to pull it out, he knew that if he pulled it out, the old man would die.

Cough cough cough. Don't think too much, I'm not far from death anyway, enough life, you still have a lot of life, don't give up. "

"Shut up!" Hoffa was very unwilling.

But Nicole Flamel stretched out his palm, grabbed his arm firmly, and stuffed an old necklace on his finger: "Leave me alone, kid, they have already come, go, go and solve the problem!"

Hoffa could no longer ignore Miller and Grindelwald who were getting closer, he stood up and stopped in front of LeMay.

Grindelwald walked over from a distance, with a contemptuous smile on his face, and took out a small black stone from his pocket as he walked.

Seeing Grindelwald take out the stone, Hoffa's eyes suddenly widened. Grindelwald put the stone to his mouth and said softly, "He is going to die."

A white light appeared in the black stone, and the white light flashed. A slender figure stepped out of the resurrection stone. She is not as real as a living person's body, but much more real than a ghost. It is Aglaia, who looks at Hoffa sadly, shaking her head, as if reminding him to run.

Grindelwald couldn't help laughing: "If someone must come to appreciate this scene, who else is a better audience than her?"

"Grindelwald!"

Hoffa was furious.

"This time, you can't run away."

Grindelwald's smile disappeared, and he casually threw the resurrection stone aside: "This time, I can't escape if I want you to have wings."

After he finished speaking, in the direction of Voldemort's resurrection pool, Miller got up from the ground, he raised his wand, and muttered something. The spell was more obscure and complex than any spell Hoffa had learned in the past. Along with that spell, the magic power in the air fluctuated violently like a tsunami.

Hoffa didn't dare to let Miller finish casting the spell. He used his mental force field to control the rocks on the ground to roll and flood towards Miller, trying to interrupt his spellcasting.

Grindelwald stomped heavily on the ground with one foot, and Hoffa's mental force field hit an impenetrable city wall, unable to penetrate the ground anymore, and the rolling stone waves also stopped after losing control.

Grindelwald pulled his hands, and a transparent javelin appeared in his hand. He raised his arm, and threw the transparent sharp knife at Hoffa like a javelin.

During the flight, one transparent javelin changed from one to two, two to four, four to eight, and eight to sixteen. Splitting infinitely, it soon became densely packed and overwhelming.

Hoffa pointed with one hand, and countless transparent javelins turned into countless butterflies during the flight.

Grindelwald raised his eyebrows, and the butterflies continued to deform. They turned into pieces of iron darts, flew towards them, spun around Hoffa, and wiped several bloody holes on his skin.

Hoffa knew that Grindelwald was also a master of transformation, he turned around and squatted down to protect Flamel, and the shot darts transformed again, this time they turned into harmless catkins and landed on him.

Grindelwald smiled coldly, and the catkins instantly turned into thick cobwebs, which were so sticky that he couldn't break free.

fifty seconds.

Miller's spellcasting was coming to an end, a blaze appeared in the night sky, and then the blaze turned into several light spots, which turned out to be meteorites one after another.

Hoffa gasped.

Under such a huge offensive, even the group of black and white wizards who were frantically fighting in the audience in Quebec couldn't help but raise their heads one after another, looking at the shooting stars passing by in the sky.

As Grindelwald walked, he split into countless phantoms, each phantom raised its arm, and a sharp transparent knife appeared in its hand.

The meteors fell extremely fast, and after a while, they fell to the ground with unparalleled energy.

Hoffa didn't dare to resist Miller's magic. He took a step back, planning to pick up Lemay and go on a ghost walk.

Countless phantoms of Grindelwald stepped forward, only one step. The invisible mental force field crashed into Hoffa's mind like a high-speed train.

The huge mental shock from Grindelwald shook his mind, his eyes went blank, and for a short three seconds, he completely lost consciousness.

When he recovered from the dizziness, the meteor shower summoned by Miller hit the ground where he was, and he was swallowed by a huge explosion before he even had time to enter the ghost walk.

The labyrinth turned into a sea of ​​flames, the Quebec Stadium was bombed, and countless beams were destroyed in the sea of ​​flames. The crowd was like rain, screaming and falling from the high platform.

The flames filled Hoffa's eyes, and he subconsciously hid in the shadow world.

The gray and white shadow world is also densely covered with billowing smoke, and it is impossible to see anything clearly.

Ten seconds later.

forty seconds.

At the second he left the ghost walk, countless phantoms of Grindelwald waved transparent sharp knives in an instant, and Hoffa's left arm, who couldn't dodge, was cut off on the spot, and there were countless openings on his body.

He touched his face, and the sharp knife across his cheek had cut a deep bone wound, which blurred the vision of his right eye.

Even if he couldn't see his appearance, he knew that his right eye was already blind.

In the sea of ​​flames, Aglaia's soul knelt down and covered her face. I don't want to watch it anymore.

"Hahahahahaha~"

The bloody baby Voldemort laughed at the resurrection pool, and he said: "You are finished, you are finally finished, Bach."

Accompanied by Voldemort's joyful laugh, his big purple snake Naniji also rushed out from the most inconspicuous dark corner.

hiss.!

Hoffa, who was covered in blood, covered his eyes with one hand, and dragged the dying Nicole Flamel back staggeringly with the other. Although he recovered very quickly at night, he couldn't bear this level of damage.

The fight just now seemed long and varied, but it actually took less than twenty seconds. In just twenty seconds, Hoffa's wings were cut off, another arm was broken, and one eye was blinded.

If Nicole LeMay hadn't been ambushed, if Miller hadn't been controlled, maybe he wouldn't have been destroyed so easily.

But now, waves of pain washed over his brain like ocean waves, rationality issued warnings to him again and again, warning him to leave here quickly.

In the distance, the resurrection pool sprayed scorching liquid, and baby Voldemort stood by the water, ready to be resurrected at any time.

Miller started a new round of casting.

This time, the fluctuation of magic power was even more violent than last time. In the sky distorted by the high temperature, a meteorite a hundred times larger than before was forming.

Grindelwald stepped on the flames, his eyes behind the cage were emotionless, a chaotic mental force field spread around him, and some extremely twisted bugs crawled out of the soil under his feet.

"It's over, Hoffa, the same as I am, you'll never be my match.

But I have to admit that you are different from the other people I have seen. It is because of your existence that it lights up my lonely life and makes me not look so boring. When we wake up next time, maybe we can be a harmonious pair of teachers and students. "

"Why are you talking so much to him?"

Voldemort lay on the ground, laughing heartily: "It's useless, Bach, you are dead, hahahahahaha. This time, you will definitely lose, just accept your fate!"

"farewell."

Countless visions of Grindelwald said.

They stretched out their hands in unison, and everyone's arm grew into a tentacle. The tentacles were very sharp and there were thousands of them. If Hoffa was stabbed, he would be pierced by thousands of arrows and could never be repaired.

"Run! Fool!"

Aglea's spirit yelled at him.

Voldemort's purple snake, Naniji, opened its mouth wide and bit Hoffa's head in the air. The fangs are several feet long, shining scarlet in the flames.

"let's go"

Nicole Flamel said hoarsely in his arms: "There is nothing to be done. You. You. You must survive."

He barely opened his one eye, and amidst the smoke, Hoffa saw the dying Nicole Flamel, Aglaia who was kneeling, the huge meteorite falling from the sky, and the big purple snake biting him. see chaotic evil teacher

thirty seconds

The one-armed Hoffa let go of Nicolas.

Standing on the fiery Quebec court.

Closed the only eye, didn't even want to Apparate anymore.

The combination of Grindelwald and Miller was like drawing from the bottom of the pot, completely shattering his hope of counterattack.

The real end of the road is nothing more than that, and there is no one around him to help.

Even if he can escape here, he cannot escape this world, this time and space. This is the prison that Sylby carefully built for him.

He can't escape everything in this prison.

"Really?" someone asked, "Is that true?"

He opened his eyes.

Unconsciously on the grass, Harry Potter came to him at some point and looked at him quietly. Those green eyes were so deep that it was impossible to look directly at him. Time and space seemed to stop at this moment.

"Have you thought it through?"

He didn't move his mouth much, but his voice reached the depths of his consciousness.

Where is Harry Potter? It turned out to be another guy who was possessed by the God of Nightmare.

"it's time."

Harry Potter (the god of nightmares) said softly: "Promise me, you are alone, not their opponent."

Hoffa looked at the boy in front of him and murmured, "Do I have any other choices?"

"No more." The God of Nightmare shrugged his shoulders. "There is no other way, and it is a dead end. Even if you can escape for a while, you will not be able to escape forever. You have no choice but to promise me."

"Hehehe" Hoffa smiled miserably: "Since that's the case, then what is the purpose of my running around this year?"

"Everyone is like this. When they are young and energetic, they feel that they can overcome their fate, but in the end, they still have to learn to compromise." The God of Nightmare said: "Everyone is like this, and you don't have to blame yourself. Now promise to pay back." In time."

Nicole Flamel was dying, the flames licked his skin and hair, the mouth of the giant snake was red and dripping blood, Grindelwald was getting closer and closer to him, the high temperature of the meteorite made it impossible to breathe.

Hoffa's lips trembled, and he closed his eyes extremely unwillingly: "I want to know what will happen if I promise you."