345 Chapter 67, Reversing the Future

At this moment, Grindelwald panicked completely, and he closed his eyes.

Hoffa also closed his eyes. In the spiritual world, he saw the huge colorful monster like a bubble, which quickly escaped from Dumbledore's body without a sound.

But this time, he didn't have to do it himself.

Miller, who was out of mind control, was full of humiliation and anger. He clenched his fingers into a fist, and the flying monster hit an invisible barrier, which quickly shrank and became invisible at all. the hook.

Those hooks split left and right, separating Grindelwald from the crowd he possessed.

After the void dragon was stripped out, a group of Hogwarts teachers rolled out of the monster and fell to the ground, unconscious.

At this moment, Grindelwald is no longer interested in fighting, and Hoffa, who has time rules, is almost impossible to defeat through external means.

He was dragged by Miller, fell heavily in front of Hoffa, and turned back into a human form.

With red eyes, Miller stepped on him, punched him on the nose, and then punched him in the lower abdomen. After five or six consecutive punches, Grindelwald's nose was bruised and his face was swollen, but he laughed.

The laughter contained disdain, and Miller was stimulated by his laughter, and his hands became harder. He couldn't contain his anger.

Hoffa stepped forward to grab him, pulled him away from Grindelwald, and said, "He just wants everyone else to be like him, why should you do what he wants."

The fury on Miller's face faded away.

"sorry."

He said to Hoffa full of apology, and pushed Grindelwald into Hoffa's hands.

"It doesn't matter."

Hoffa grabs Grindelwald's arm.

"Hey, Bach."

Grindelwald looked at him with disheveled hair, still laughing, and said viciously: "You won, but so what, if you don't kill me, I will do it one day, those people will Die, all because you didn't stop me in time!"

Hoffa shrugged: "You say whatever you want, I won't listen to a word."

"You've turned into the most disgusting kind of person, Bach."

"It seems we have a different definition of disgusting."

Hoffa laughed.

"Pooh!"

Grindelwald spit out bloody saliva.

Time stopped, Hoffa walked away from the spit, pulled Grindelwald, and made him stand in front of his own spit.

Then, time flowed again, and Grindelwald was spat on by himself.

Afterwards, Hoffa dragged Grindelwald to the resurrection pool, and Wormtail had already seen that the situation was not good, so he slipped away. Here only Naniji is still loyally protecting the baby Voldemort.

"Don't kill me. Don't kill me!"

Seeing Hoffa dragging Grindelwald over, the baby Voldemort said in a panic: "I'll give you whatever you want, Horcruxes, Death Eaters, gold, yes, and the resurrection. I will give you all the details of the resurrection." for you."

"It's not necessary."

Hoffa said.

Slap!

He crushed baby Voldemort with one foot.

"Someone will tell me."

The moment the baby died, Naniji screamed and it writhed on the ground in pain. Hoffa didn't talk nonsense with it, grabbed the snake's tail, swung it three times in the air, and threw it out. It drew a beautiful parabola and disappeared into the sky.

Seeing Voldemort being trampled into a pulp, the doomed Grindelwald laughed nervously. He trembled and said excitedly, "Do you want to kill me?"

"Will not."

Hoffa said decisively.

He grabbed Grindelwald with disheveled hair, pressed him to the edge of the resurrection pool, grabbed Grindelwald's fingers, and the hot and boiling liquid sprayed from the pool water splashed on Grindelwald's face. He understood what Hoffa was going to do What, I couldn't help shouting in despair: "Kill me!"

But no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't break free from Hoffa's control.

"The blood of your enemy, compelled to sacrifice, may resurrect your enemy."

Hoffa said lightly.

Heck, he cut Grindelwald's finger and forced his blood into the boiling Resurrection Pool.

Blood dripped into the pool water, and the pool water boiled crazily. That drop of red turned the entire resurrection pool into a sticky pool of blood, and the fishy-sweet breath wafted away.

He let go of the desperate Grindelwald, raised his hand, and three seconds later, a leg bone flew towards him. It was the bone from Fatil's cemetery, summoned by him with the Flying Curse. He threw the bone into the Resurrection Pool,

"Father's bones, donated unintentionally, can make your daughter regenerate!"

The diamond-like liquid surface cracked, hissing, sparks flying, and the liquid turning a vivid blue.

Then Hoffa untied his blue magic robe, and his fingers turned into sharp knives. He pierced the sharp knives into his body, cut off a piece of meat from his ribs, and threw it into the resurrection pool.

"Your servant's flesh, donated voluntarily, can regenerate your master."

The piece of meat fell into the pool of water, and the pool of water boiled, and sparks like diamonds flew out in all directions, so bright and dazzling that everything around them became the color of black velvet.

Finally, he raised his hand, threw the resurrection stone in, and said gently, "Resurrect, Aglaia."

A white steam rose from the resurrection pool, and then, through the white mist in front of his eyes, he saw a slender figure of a girl rising slowly from the pool.

Because her soul is complete, she is not the twisted and terrifying appearance of Voldemort's resurrection at all. On the contrary, she is exactly the same as before, with long silver hair like a waterfall, and big blue ghost-like eyes filled with water vapor. and smoke. Her lips were red and charming, and her skin was as white as jade fat, as exquisite as God's favorite work of art.

Aglaia didn't check her brand new body, her eyes stayed on Hoffa and couldn't move away. From the time he changed everything, she never opened her eyes. She never thought that after six thousand times, such a miracle would happen. The hardship involved is far beyond ordinary people's comprehension.

"kill me!"

At this moment, Grindelwald was speechless. Looking at Hoffa's face, only desire and madness remained.

Miller kicked Grindelwald in disgust, and then turned his eyes to the girl who walked out of the resurrection pool. His eyes were extremely complicated. Finally, he turned his head and sighed.

Hoffa took off his clothes and took a few steps forward. Putting the clothes on Aglaia, he took her hand, walked to Miller easily, and said, "Let's go together."

Miller looked at him and Aglaia, his lips twitched a few times, but finally said with emotion: "You really did it."

Hoffa nodded and put his arm around Miller's shoulders.

The three of them walked out together.

"Kill me! Kill me!!"

Grindelwald's voice still echoed behind them, and he shouted at the top of his lungs: "Kill me, you coward!!"

Hoffa stopped, he seemed to be thinking about something.

Aglaia looked at him, and there seemed to be some kind of unbearable in her eyes, but she didn't speak. Miller didn't speak either.

"You wait here for me."

He said to his two friends, turn around.

Seeing Hoffa turning his head, Grindelwald laughed. He lay on the ground and raised his head, staring at the black-haired boy: "Kill me, kill me! Come on."

Hoffa strolled to Grindelwald, looked at him sympathetically, squatted down, straightened his collar, shook his head and sighed: "Fate has a strong self-healing mechanism, almost no one can escape. This is my deepest feeling in these 300,000 years, it is really painful."

"Kill me," Grindelwald said bewitchingly, "Otherwise, nothing will change."

"Do you know what doesn't change?"

Hoffa stuck in Grindelwald's ear: "You will be killed by Voldemort in three years. This is your future fate. Die at the hands of a despicable person. There is no glory at all. No mourning, no one know."

Grindelwald stared at him blankly, completely dumbfounded.

Hoffa smiled slightly and kissed his head: "I told you about the future, but can you escape, teacher."

After finally speaking, he stood up and left the twisted man on the ground. This time, no matter how much he shouted, Hoffa would not look back at him again.

The old castle in the distance stands on the plains of Scotland just like fifty years ago. It is exactly the same as before, but it is completely different from the past.

And his two friends were waiting for him on the Hogwarts lawn. This scene had happened many times, but he knew that this was the last time.

With a relaxed pace, he walked towards the two friends with a smile on his face.

At this time, a small spot of light flew over at a high speed from a distance, automatically turned into a glass ball, and landed in Hoffa's hand.

It turned out to be the God of Nightmare, and it came back.

Hoffa couldn't help laughing: "Didn't you go find someone better?"

"Hey hey hey"

The little monster smiled inexplicably: "I searched around, but I couldn't find anyone who is more sure than you."