368 Chapter 22, War and Old Friends

The soldiers in the tanks had probably received the order to die. When they saw Aberforth and the group, they opened fire without any hesitation.

With the shells flying across, the flames were blazing, and the air was so hot that it was suffocating.

Hoffa proficiently lay on the ground, not daring to move. The group of wizards next to them also seemed to be used to the siege, they got down skillfully, took out a crystal bottle from their waists and threw it at the tank.

I don't know what kind of substance was contained in the crystal bottle. When it hit the ground and exploded, it instantly froze more than a dozen charging soldiers, and even a tank that was pulling out was frozen in place. However, this did not stop the soldiers from attacking. The tanks behind them rushed up one after another, smashing the frozen soldiers into pieces, and the gun barrels continued to fire.

Soon, their hiding places were blown up in a mess. Branches and dirt fell on Hoffa's face, making it almost impossible to keep his eyes open.

Aberforth, who was also lying on one side, said loudly: "Quick, take him to the giant camp, and leave it to me."

"Yes!" The wizard replied loudly, and then he pulled Hoffa up from the ground, and the two ran towards the exit of Hogsmeade while stumbling around.

Hoffa looked back at Aberforth who was in the flames and asked, "Are they okay?"

"No, senior." The wizard said loudly: "Mr. Aberforth has repelled the Squib soldiers more than a dozen times. Among the existing wizards, he is the one with the best preserved magic power."

The best preserved mana?

What happened?

Hoffa was confused.

"Senior! Go this way!"

There was a motorcycle passing by quickly, and the wizard led Hoffa into Hogsmeade's drainage ditch, and walked through it with a hunched waist.

After the two were out of danger for a short time, Hoffa asked the wizard, "What's your name?"

"My name is Kerry, senior."

"Kerry, you can just call me Hoffa, don't always call me senior, this is not Hogwarts." He said.

"Yes, Senior Hoffa." Kerry replied.

Hoffa's brain hurts, he doesn't want to talk to this Gryffindor, he can call him whatever he likes.

They walked all the way to the wilderness along the abandoned drainage canal, thinking they could get a short respite, but spotlights had been lit on the other side of the wilderness, and more Squib soldiers were coming.

Kerry had no choice but to drag Hoffa to run in the wilderness desperately, trying to shake off the surrounding soldiers. However, with the launch of several signal flares and the swishing bullets falling on Hoffa's footsteps, they knew that they were still discovered.

"Senior Hoffa, hold on! We're almost there!"

Motorcycles and tanks came rumbling from behind. In the hail of bullets, Kerry cheered up Hoffa loudly.

Hoffa hurried on his way, he had been injured too many times, and such an injury would not make him unable to persist. It's just that he couldn't help being confused. Is this really the end of the war? Why does he feel that this is more dangerous than when he was in the German-occupied area a few years ago.

There were ravines in front of him, which might be trenches dug by wizards to prevent tanks from running over them. Kerry pulled Hoffa into the trench, and the two leaned against the trench, panting heavily.

"Stop running?" Hoffa asked out of breath.

"Senior Hoffa, look, giant!"

Kerry pointed forward: "We are here."

Hoffa took a look, ho! Sure enough, near a pile of huge rocky mounds, there were three small giants sitting on the rocky mounds. They were roasting something on the rocky mounds. The thing looked like a cow in shape.

Hoffa had never dealt with a giant before, but he heard that it was a irascible creature, so he asked Kerry: "Is the giant one of us, can you believe it?"

"Barely, their relationship with Aberforth is not that good, because they always steal Aberforth's goats. But Aberforth has an agreement with them, and they must protect the safety of wizards at critical times. Although I'm not sure if they can understand the agreement, but if tanks and motorcycles break into their territory, they will definitely be very angry. You know, giants are the kings of the land, and one giant can top three mountain monsters !"

Kerry is boastful and swears.

Sure enough, after hearing the rumbling sound from Hoffa's side, the three giants stood up one after another. They only had animal skin loincloths on their bodies, their hair was messy, and one of them had an extremely long beard. Each of them is eight or nine meters tall, holding a thick bone stick in their hands, and they look very sturdy.

The huge figure in the night made the motorcycles and tanks of the Squib soldiers fearful. stopped. But the giants who were disturbed were very upset. Two of the violent giants picked up a granite stone as big as a person's arms from the ground, and threw the motorcycles and tanks in the air in the air.

As the stones roared to the ground, a tank was directly smashed and turned over, emitting thick smoke. More stones fell from the sky, and the motorcycle team was also smashed to pieces.

"Look, what I said is right!"

Kerry said loudly, his fists clenched, his blood boiling.

Hoffa looked at Kerry's appearance and couldn't help but want to hit him. Because judging from his past adventures, whenever he feels excited, reality can always pour cold water on him quite appropriately.

Sure enough, before he could speak, the roar of propellers came from the sky.

Looking up, there were several planes appearing in the sky. Those planes looked old-fashioned, but there was no room for slighting them. I saw them swooping down, and the machine guns carried on the plane crazily sprayed out a string of yellow light spots.

Hoffa hurriedly pulled Kerry to a temporarily dug trench.

Accompanied by the plane's dive and strafing, three giants wielding big sticks were shot by the plane's machine guns, and they were shot bloody and screaming crazily.

Hoffa looked at this posture, and his heart was more than half cold.

"But... no one told me they'd send planes."

Kerry said with a pale face.

The giant was hit, and they threw the bone stick in their hands into the sky in pain, but the plane quickly pulled up and avoided the bone stick. Not only that, but some planes even turned around, headed straight for the giant's face, and started shooting indiscriminately at its eyes.

Amidst the splash of blood, the giant covered his face in mourning.

On the other side, the tank team also adjusted their formation.

boom!

boom!

boom!

A dozen shells from a tank in the distance landed on the giant.

The giant fell to the ground with a crash, and it seemed that he would not survive. Hoffa and Kerry, who were hiding in the trench, watched this scene, powerless.

"Senior Hoffa, what should we do?" Kerry asked tremblingly.

How do I know what to do.

Hoffa sat in the trench, muttering inwardly. If these squib soldiers can even get tanks and planes, I'm afraid the resources they have mastered have reached an astonishing level. However, in just a few years, where did they get these resources?

Watching the plane fly across the sky, Kerry stretched out his magic wand in despair, and chanted a spell crazily towards the sky. But the light emanating from the wand was so faint that it was barely discernible to the naked eye.

After poking blankly with his wand a few times, Kerry leaned on the rock and said dejectedly, "I guess in a few months, I'm going to become a Squib."

"Where's your magic?" Hoffa asked.

"I don't know. Since a year ago, my magic power has become weaker and weaker, and my wand has become more and more difficult to use. Even the daily spells are half-dead. Not only me, but also other wizards." Kerry began to cry , Wronged: "Maybe I will have to go to the battlefield with a gun like a Muggle in the future."

"Why?" Hoffa asked.

"No one knows, the magic power is declining, some people are fast, some people are slow."

What did Kerry think of? He braced himself and looked at Hoffa expectantly: "I heard that Mr. Bach will turn into a Thunderbird. If you can turn into a Thunderbird and take me to the sky, maybe I can turn those paranoids into a thunderbird." The pilot of the melon plane was shot down."

"I can become a Thunderbird, do I still need you?"

Hoffa's eyes dimmed.

Boom boom boom! !

It was another round of bombardment, and the ground was about to be overturned. Hoffa could see a giant twisting its body under the bombardment of the artillery fire, howling to death.

"Senior Hoffa, if you don't make a move, we may really die."

Kerry said uneasy.

"I know!"

Hoffa gritted his teeth, he barely stood up, he wanted to control himself to become a Thunderbird, or cast Transfiguration, or cast time magic. However, at this moment, he is extremely weak, and it is very difficult to stand up, let alone those high-level magic. At best, he can only change his arm into a different shape, and if he thinks about it more, he is already unable to do what he wants.

boom! !

Another shell fell to the ground, blowing Hoffa who had just stood up and shrunk back.

He clearly felt the decline of his soul. If it was a year ago, two years ago, or even three years ago, he would not have paid attention to these things. But after a nightmare, he was already frightened. Unlike the ruthless reincarnation of the god of death, the god of nightmares deprived him of his power in a gentle and imperceptible way.

"Senior Hoffa, you are much weaker than I thought."

Kerry said sadly beside him.

"That's right, don't have illusions and expectations of others in the future."

Hoffa said blankly, "Especially me."

"So what do we do now?" Kerry asked.

"Wait to die."

Hoffa said numbly.

"Wait to die!"

Kerry said in shock: "This is not acceptable, it is worthless to die like this!"

Hoffa heard the sound of dense footsteps outside the trench. He turned over silently, hugged Kerry, and rolled over under him. Kerry was surprised by Hoffa's sudden movement, and he asked, "Senior...?"

"Close your eyes."

Hoffa said, "Shut up."

After a round of shelling, a large number of soldiers quickly attacked from the plain. They jumped over the stone wall and the corpse of the giant, and carried out a carpet search of the burning camp. Soon they came to the ditch where Hoffa and the Warlock were hiding.

"Sir, there is a person here!"

A soldier pointed to the trench and said.

"Dead or alive?"

"Still motionless, as if dead."

"Make up the knife, don't make such a mess."

Someone said, "These are wizards, don't be careless."

The soldiers raised their guns and began to shoot into the trenches.

The bullets fell on Hoffa mercilessly, like raindrops.

The monk can't run away from the temple, Hoffa thought, this is completely over. Grindelwald and Sylby didn't kill him, and he died in obscurity at the hands of a few young people. If he survived, he would go back to fifty years later.

It was as if he had heard his inner prayer. A ray of golden light descended from the sky, bombarded the ground, and spread out like water waves. The soldiers who raised their guns and fired were shaken away by the spreading golden light and floated in the air.

In the flashing golden light, someone waved a magic wand angrily, and the tip of the wand sprayed out huge magic power. The magic power swept across and stirred up all the heavy equipment of the Squib soldiers.

But Hoffa couldn't see all this, he was lying on the ground waiting to die.

Until someone grabbed his shoulder and turned him over. Only then did he see a familiar twisted nose and a pair of blue eyes behind half-moon glasses. He couldn't help but smile sincerely: "Professor."

Kerry, who was under him, pushed Hoffa away, turned over and jumped up, grabbed the old man and cried out in tears: "Professor Dumbledore!! You are finally here, hurry up and save him! !"

Albus Dumbledore recognized the young man in front of him at a glance, and he bent down to support him in shock: "Hoffa, why are you here!"

"Don't ask the professor!! He is going to die!!"

Kerry jumped quickly.

Dumbledore grabbed the arms of Hoffa and Kerry, and then the space quickly twisted, and the three disappeared on the plains of Scotland.