Chapter 367 21, Wizard Hunting Team

In the dark forbidden forest of the forest, Hoffa clutched his arms and ran limping. The serious injuries caused by blood loss and the loss of mana made him exhausted, especially the bones broken by the god of nightmares. Ever since he came from the resurrection pool After destroying Ye Shen's heart, his advantage in the night was gone. If he didn't rely on the magic power of Thunderbird, he might not even be able to stand up.

But none of this compares to the mental torture brought to him by memory recovery. How could he have such a dream? Hoffa was puzzled. He could only force himself not to think about it.

Fortunately, the terrifying monster controlled by the God of Nightmares did not catch up, nor did Sylby and Miranda. Hoffa ran forward all the way, all the way back to Hogsmeade village, he still remembered the wizards he saw before. Those were his kind.

At this moment, he was seriously injured and had to be treated. Hoffa worried that he would die on the way before completing the task.

But when he returned to Hogsmeade, the silence here had been broken, and the violent roar of the engine could be heard clearly from far away. From the shadow of the trees, we can see that motorcycles are driving fast in the ancient village, rolling up stones on the ground.

Many soldiers were sitting in the back of the cart with guns on their backs, and many soldiers kicked the doors one by one, kicking the empty buildings away one by one, yelling and cursing at the inside.

Damn, it's never over.

Hoffa clutched his arms and cursed inwardly.

These guys found Hogsmeade so easily, and searched here. Thinking about it, the secrecy work in the wizarding world must have become a mess long ago, and the Ministry of Magic is probably over.

What happened to this reality while he was gone?

Hoffa recalled the last time he left the Ministry of Magic, when Fatil was the minister. After fifty years of adventures and sleep in nightmares, Hoffa felt that moment was like the last century long.

Da da da!

The sound of firing and screams suddenly came from the village. The constantly flickering flames attracted Hoffa's attention, and he dragged his weakened body towards the source of the sound.

By the time he got closer to the source of the sound, the gunfire had subsided.

In an abandoned cabbage field, there were several corpses lying here and there, and there was a man kneeling on the ground. He held his head in his hands and was pointed at by the soldiers behind him.

On the other side, a soldier pointed a gun at a man in a brown robe in the corner, and asked sharply: "Say! Where are your heads? If you don't answer, I will kill you!"

"Dizzy! Dizzy!"

The man swung wildly with his wand, but the light coming from the tip of that wand was so faint. Almost no magic power fluctuations can be detected.

Snapped!

The soldier kicked the wand away with a volley.

"Are you trying to threaten me with a small wooden stick?"

The soldier put the gun on the man's head and shouted: "Times have changed, wizard, your damn magic has already become vulnerable to science and logic!"

"You traitors, I know you. You are a descendant of the Osmendel family. Your grandfather and father were once famous wizards. Now you actually help Muggles."

The wizard's voice was bleak, and he laughed again after scolding: "No wonder you become a squib, no wonder you become a squib. Hahaha. You will never understand in this life. Magic"

boom! !

Accompanied by a gunshot.

A blood hole appeared in the wizard's forehead, and he fell dead.

Hoffa stared wide-eyed in the woods and gasped. traitor?

Could it be that these soldiers who opened hospitals in London and searched for wizards everywhere were originally born in wizard families? What the hell happened when he was gone, he knew there were Squibs, but what on this scale?

After killing one wizard, the soldier coldly moved his rifle, pointed at another kneeling wizard, and asked forcefully, "Say, where is the person who organized this gathering?"

The wizard pointed at was very young and looked about the same age as Hoffa. He seemed to be frightened, knelt on the ground motionless, sweat dripped from his forehead like raindrops, trembling and silent.

Seeing that he didn't speak, the soldier winked at his companion, who stepped forward and hit the wizard's face with the butt of his gun, knocking him over.

"If you don't say it, you will die!"

"Bastards, bastards! You traitors, bastards!" The wizard fell to the ground and held his nose and screamed: "I will not reveal any information to you traitors, Gryffindors are not afraid of death, come on! "

Another butt of the gun, the soldier said arrogantly: "Fuck you Gryffindor, you are what a broken hat says you are, say it!"

The wizard knelt on the ground clutching his belly and said, "I will not violate the confidentiality regulations!"

The soldier sneered indifferently: "That's it, then you can go and play house games with Death."

He pulled the safety and was about to shoot.

Hoffa transformed his arm into a feather knife, and quietly groped out of the woods. He couldn't just watch the wizard being killed without being indifferent. It makes no difference.

However, before Hoffa could make a move, a bow and arrow were heard whizzing out. The soldier who was still high-spirited just now was hit by the bow and arrow, and the whole person flew backwards and was directly nailed to the tree trunk. There were several soldiers who encountered a similar situation with him. These gloomy stream arrows shot out from the woods without a sound, causing several soldiers to scream and fall backwards in an instant. The rest of the soldiers took their weapons and fired wildly into the woods.

For a moment, the confrontation between the cold weapon and the hot weapon reached its peak. Feathered arrows whizzed down in the woods. Hoffa lay on the ground and did not dare to move. He was too weak now to participate in this level of fire. and.

In the end, the seasoned hunter was even better. After a round of bow and arrow volley, all the soldiers present fell down, and no one stood still.

The young wizard was also lying on the ground, not daring to move. But he was very lucky and was not injured by Liu Ya. Noticing that the fire ended briefly, he lifted his head up from the ground little by little, looking at the corpses and blood all over the ground, the two were fighting, his face pale, as if he would faint at any moment.

At this time, Hoffa saw the soldier nailed to the tree in the distance, he was not dead yet. There was hatred in his dying eyes, he took out a pistol tremblingly, and pointed at the trembling wizard.

Hoffa couldn't help shouting behind him, "Hey, be careful!"

The wizard turned his head blankly, and Hoffa rushed out regardless of the pain. Push him directly to the ground.

Gunshots followed, several times in a row.

Hoffa dragged the wizard into the shadow world. Due to the lack of mana, the ghost walk lasted very short this time, and he was forced to leave within a few seconds.

However, the soldier was at the end of his strength, only the first shot was still somewhat accurate, and the next few shots were all random shots. After the shots were fired, his head tilted, and he was completely out of money.

The gunshots subsided, and Hoffa looked at the soldier's corpse on the tree trunk, and heaved a sigh of relief, only to feel that the wound on his body hurt even more.

There were several soldiers carrying bags around, Hoffa pushed away the wizard in his arms, and crawled into those backpacks to search. Fortunately, he found some cloth, which he wrapped around his wound to prevent himself from bleeding too much and dying.

At this moment, the wizard who was rescued by him also reacted. He looked at Hoffa who was sitting on the ground bandaging his wound, looked him up and down a few times, then suddenly took a breath, crawled up to him, blinked. Staring at him without blinking.

"You are Hoffa Bach?" he said in shock.

"you know me?"

Hoffa sat on the ground, bandaged, without looking up.

The wizard stared at him for a while, and the frightened expression on his face gradually disappeared, replaced by excitement and excitement.

"Really! It's really you! Senior Bach! I'm from Gryffindor College, one year younger than you, have you forgotten? You also took the teaching assistant of our Transfiguration class in my first year, but at that time Your eye color is not like this, but your appearance hasn’t changed much, you are still so handsome, senior!!”

Hoffa thought to himself that he probably had nothing to do with being handsome. This guy flattered regardless of the occasion, and he still said such things in a place full of dead people.

"Stop talking, it's dangerous here, leave quickly."

After bandaging the wound, Hoffa stood up and wanted to reach out to grab the Gryffindor wizard, but he was dizzy and sat on the ground instead.

I lost so much blood that I couldn't walk.

Only then did the wizard discover the scars and bloodstains all over Hoffa's body. He rushed over, helped Hoffa up, and said anxiously: "Senior Bach, you are injured. It's very serious."

Hoffa gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, stop talking, help me up and take me to your organization. What's the name of the owner of the Pig's Head Bar, Aberforth?"

"it's me."

At this time, a man's heavy voice came from the woods.

Hoffa looked back.

A few men with torches came out of the woods. They were fully armed. They all carried bows and arrows, some held wands, and some held large axes and hammers. They looked like a team of hunters in the Middle Ages.

The old man in the lead had messy black and white hair, wore a sheepskin coat, and high boots of wild boar leather. He was tall, with a long hooked nose, and blue eyes in deep-set eye sockets. .

Now that his memory has recovered, Hoffa can naturally recognize the true identity of this man. He's Aberforth, owner of the Hog's Head pub in Hogsmeade. He is also the younger brother of Albus Dumbledore, who looks eight or nine points similar to Dumbledore.

But unlike Professor Dumbledore, his nose is not that twisted, it looks normal. Moreover, even in terms of temperament, this other heir of the Dumbledore family looks much rougher than his brother.

The wizard who was rescued by Hoffa shouted at Aberforth: "Your Excellency! Do you know him? He is Hoffabach, the glory of Ravenclaw, the legendary student of Hogwarts, the last Strong Animagus"

"All right, all right! Stop talking!"

Hoffa quickly stopped the wizard's endless bragging.

If he heard such words in the past, he would still smile, but now he only feels heavy and embarrassed when he hears such words.

Aberforth walked up to Hoffa with a torch and shined it on his face for a long time. He straightened up and said in surprise, "You? It was you, the person who came from London that day turned out to be you!?"

"It's me," Hoffa said.

"Who do I think I can't even answer the code words of the Order of the Phoenix? It's you. Didn't that old man Albus teach you before he came? And what's wrong with your eyes? I still have your wanted notice posted in my store." Forget it, why dye your eyes even if you dye your hair?"

Aberforth asked Hoffa a series of questions, but Hoffa didn't have time to chat with Aberforth. He looked behind him anxiously. He was still terrified by the presence of the Nightmare God and Sylby. He urged Said: "Don't ask, get out of here quickly, Mr. Dumbledore, hurry up, there are very dangerous monsters in Hogwarts, and it may come chasing you at any time."

"How dangerous, we are here to take back Hogwarts Castle!"

Aberforth said aggressively: "No matter how many Squib soldiers they send, we must take back this holy land!"

"Didn't you see me hurt like this?"

Hoffa sweated profusely. He thought to himself that Dumbledore might have to back down a bit if Dumbledore came, what are you messing with with a bow and arrow on your back. But he only dared to think about this kind of words in his heart, and didn't say it out of his mouth.

At this moment, the sharp whistle of the scout came from the other side of the forest, "Over here!! Destroy them!!"

Everyone's expressions changed, and the ground shook. There was a loud rumbling noise from the dense forest on the other side of Hogsmeade, and then several bulging heavy tanks broke through the tree trunks and came out of the woods.