382 Chapter 36, Hoffa's Inspiration

Hoffa had just put away the branches when several people popped up from the pile of rubble beside them. They looked anxiously at the boy in black by the ruins of the fountain. Hoffa noticed the movement, turned around and looked at the ruins, and those heads immediately shrank back.

"Come out," Hoffa said, "It's okay for now."

Hearing what Hoffa said, Olim helped Don Quixote, and led a few students out of the pile of rocks, watching him from a distance, not daring to approach him.

Hoffa put the crossed sword in the holster on his back and walked towards Olim. Olim's expression was very disturbed, and he didn't dare to look at Hoffa at all. Don Quixote kept looking at him with complicated eyes.

After the two approached, he sighed, "It's really an eye-opener. It's the first time I've seen a wizard fight in this way. Compared with you, our Beauxbatons men are also women. "

Hoffa shook his head, "Let's not talk about this, how are your students' arrangements?"

As soon as the words came out, Olim suddenly cried, and she covered her face and said repeatedly: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

Hoffa's face changed, and he shouted in surprise: "Didn't you evacuate the students outside!?"

Don Quixote quickly stopped the angry Hoffa, and said: "No, Bach, we have already followed your advice and evacuated the students to the clouds outside, just"

"Just what?"

"I'm too slow," Olim cried, shaking his head, "If I had listened to you earlier, if I had known this would happen earlier, if I had evacuated immediately, I would have saved more people! There are many more Students, and a lot of students, nothing, nothing"

Don Quixote said with a gloomy expression: "We couldn't save them all. We lost dozens of young wizards, and more than a dozen young wizards became old people due to evil methods. Bach, listening to their wailing, There is simply nothing more painful than this."

Hoffa breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately, not all was lost. At least the main force survived.

Rumble!

Accompanied by a violent collapse sound.

A large piece of the roof of Beauxbaton's main castle, eroded by time, collapsed and hit the ground, causing thick smoke and dust.

Seeing the collapsed castle, everyone's faces were ugly. The students covered their mouths and trembled, and Olim cried even harder.

"It's useless to cry, let's find a way to deal with the aftermath."

Hoffa asked, "Is there anyone else at school?"

"There should be some more, some patients in the school hospital"

Olim groaned.

"Take me to them and get them out."

Hoffa said, and he turned to tell Don Quixote, "Take these students and go immediately to the Pyrenees station below the clouds to find Nicolas, I don't know how long this castle can last, if the magic disappears, It could fall from the clouds and the consequences would be disastrous."

"The magic is gone."

Don Quixote shivered, and he murmured, "Is it really coming?"

"Who knows." Hoffa looked at the dazzling sunlight in the sky, "act."

Under Hoffa's command, those who remained in the school were divided into two groups. Don Quixote took the remaining wizards outside, while Hoffa and Olim went inside Beauxbatons to see if they could find some survivors.

After being baptized by the long meal of time, the magnificent castles that woke up in the morning have become faded and pale at this moment. There are no bright colors, no vitality, and some are only empty and desolate. Accompanied by Hoffa's footsteps, decayed wood and glass fell from high places from time to time, shattering on the ground. What was even more frightening was the ground, which broke under Hoffa's footsteps and fell straight down. And below are the clouds and sky like a bottomless pit.

Walking inside Beauxbatons' castle is almost like walking inside a dying body.

Seeing this desolate scene, Olim couldn't stop crying and choked up: "Look at what they did to my home, Beauxbatons, how my school became what it is now. Principal , Teacher, it’s all gone.”

Hoffa followed Olim without saying a word. When he first saw the dilapidated and desolate Hogwarts, he felt the same way in his heart.

The lifeless magic castle, the empty ancient buildings. It is hopeless like the ancient city of Pompeii that has disappeared in the long river of time.

Hogwarts is built on the ground anyway, so it won't be so unbearable, but this is a castle in the air after all, once it loses the support of magic power, the whole will start to collapse.

The two came to Beauxbaton's school hospital together. The location here is very remote. It seems that the influence of the river of time is not so great, but relatively speaking, pushing away the creaking ward, what comes into view is a Another hospital bed.

The first ward was completely decayed, and all that was left was a detritus. There used to be students here, but they had been burned away by time.

The second ward was better, but there were only black bones left on the bed. Such a sight made Olim cry all the time, and she kept sniffling, unable to bear to watch.

Until they came to the third ward in the deepest part, there were only a few old men. They were lying on the hospital bed, looking at Hoffa and Olim who came in from the door with lifeless faces.

The rumbling sound of collapse could be heard outside the ward. Hoffa hurried to a hospital bed and picked up a skinny old man. Olim also hurried to hug those students.

But facing Hoffa and Olim who entered the door, several old men and students didn't appreciate it. The old man who was held by Hoffa in his arms said deadly and indifferently: "Go away, don't worry about it."

Hoffa ignored him and just carried him on his shoulders.

"You wizards... sooner or later you'll be like us. Lose your magic and we'll be the same," he said.

Hoffa didn't stop, and carried another old man on his shoulders, and that old man also started nagging: ". Destroy. You will be as old as us if you are going to die anyway. Heh heh heh. I have already .can't wait to see that day"

There was a startling hostility in their aging voices.

Hoffa put him on his shoulders and strode forward.

"I don't need to be saved. I want to be like you. Can you do it?" The old man said struggling on his shoulder.

"It can't be done." Hoffa said directly, and he also resisted that person.

"If you can't do it, just put me down. The world is so uneven, so uneven. I can't take it anymore, I can't take it anymore, I want equality, I want equality"

Several old men muttered on his shoulders, and Hoffa only felt croaking.

On the other side, Olim also picked up a few old students and said to Hoffa, "They are almost here."

Hoffa glanced out the window, the towering Sky Gate was already crumbling, and the sculptures and stones on it were falling like raindrops.

"Walk."

There were three people in Hoffa, and Olim hugged the three people, and the two hurried out.

But as soon as he walked to the entrance of the school hospital, the ground trembled even more. A huge stone beam fell from the dome and smashed through the ground, triggering a series of chain reactions. A hole tens of meters wide was torn in front of the two of them, and it was impossible to get through.

"Hoffa Beauxbatons is dying."

Olim looked at the ground in extreme fear: "The clouds are about to die."

"Ah, I see."

Hoffa murmured. He was in it, and he could naturally feel that the magic power in this school was dying rapidly.

"What?" Olim asked.

Hoffa didn't answer, he closed his eyes.

"Hoffa, talk." Olim urged.

"Come on my back."

Hoffa said.

"What?? Olim is shocked, on your back, you.me."

Olim bent down, avoiding the stones, and looked at Hoffa, who was more than three heads younger than him, and couldn't figure out what he meant: "I'm too tall, Hoffa, I can't, I want to Apparate!" What, but I can't Apparate very far with so many people, the school is five kilometers high, Hoffa."

"Shut up and grab my shoulders."

Hoffa said impatiently, "Don't bother me!"

Beauxbatons was collapsing at an accelerated rate, Hoffa closed his eyes, and gray clouds were rapidly gathering under him. The strong wind whizzed by, Olim couldn't help it, he could only hug the old man with one hand and hold Hoffa's shoulder firmly with the other hand,

Suddenly, the floor under their feet could no longer hold on, and collapsed and cracked.

A group of people fell straight down, and Olim couldn't stand it anymore. She took out her wand and tapped on the three people in her hand.

"Wingardim Leviosa."

With the spell, the three of them floated in the sky, but she herself was still falling crazily. And the stones in the sky fell like raindrops, smashing towards the three people in the air.

Such a thrilling scene made her scream. She looked at the young man beside her. The young man had no protective measures, and almost closed his eyes and fell downward.

"Hoffa!!!"

Olim screamed.

Afterwards, the dark clouds covered her sight, and the water-steamed clouds made her unable to see anything, and the rumbling thunder made her even more deaf. She fell down quickly, thinking that she was dead this time.

However, the moment she fell out of the clouds, there was lightning and thunder, and Olim fell heavily on the back of a giant creature. The numbness on the back made her open her eyes in horror.

A huge black shadow swept across the sky, its tassel-like wings covering the sky and the sun.

She stretched out her hand tremblingly, stood on the back of this giant creature, and stroked its blue-blue feathers. There was a weak electric current passing through the surface of the feathers, crackling.

The legend turned out to be true, and when she really saw this thing. But I found that it was more shocking than any words. Is such a huge Animagus something that humans can do?

Along with the torrential rain, Thunderbird galloped downward. It flew several kilometers in the blink of an eye, and slammed into the dense forest cliffs of the Pyrenees Mountains. After landing, the Thunderbird lost its balance and rolled continuously on the ground. During the roll, Olim was thrown off. Thunderbird became smaller and smaller, and finally turned back into a boy in black.

Hoffa knelt in the dense forest, panting heavily, his brain buzzing.

It had been so many years that he hadn't experienced the pain of magic overdraft. At this moment, his magic power was still far from the peak state, forcibly turning into a thunderbird made every joint in his body creak.

Olim got up and walked to Hoffa in half awe and half fear.

She wanted to take care of this trembling young man, but the oppression of the giant bird just now made her unable to reach out.

There was a muffled rumbling sound in the distant sky.

Hoffa, who was lying on the ground, turned his head slowly. The huge buildings in the clouds continued to collapse, and the ground seemed to be bombarded by countless artillery fires. Puffs of thick smoke rose from it, and the crisp sound of boulders even a few kilometers away It can be heard clearly.

Beauxbaton's sky kingdom has completely collapsed.

At night, with Hoffa immobile on his back, Olim dragged a wooden bed improvised from branches, carrying a few old men with cynical eyes, out of the dense forest of the Pyrenees.

Here they met the patrolling wizard Beauxbatons, who saw Olim and led them to a valley in the valley. In the valley, five giant horses with wings on their backs were grazing quietly. Beside the giant horses, dozens of bonfires, large and small, were burning. Beauxbaton's wizards were sitting beside the bonfires, weeping softly, with gloomy expressions. despair.

An old man and a middle-aged man got up from the campfire and greeted them.

It was Nicolas May and Don Quixote.

Seeing Hoffa on Olim's back, Nicolas quickly said, "Quick, give him to me."

Don Quixote took Olim and the group of sick students down for treatment.

Hoffa was helped by Nicolas to a rock and lay down. He asked with concern, "Hoffa, have you become a Thunderbird?"

Hoffa nodded silently.

Nicholas patted Hoffa's head in relief and worry: "The magic power is overdrawn, I'll go and prepare some potions for you."

Hoffa waved his hand: "Just take a break and go take care of those students." He said.

But Nicolas didn't move. He said excitedly, "You have done a great job this time. Thousands of Beauxbaton's students were rescued because of your decision."

"Really?" Hoffa said nothing.

"Including me, it's unimaginable, Hoffa, it's really unimaginable, if I enter the castle with Pierre, what will happen." He said in fear.

Hoffa shook his head tiredly and turned over. Signal Flamel to stop talking such useless nonsense. Flamel obviously wanted to say more, but seeing Hoffa like this, he shut his mouth hesitantly.

Hoffa lay on the stone to recover his magic power quietly, but in the process, he kept hearing cries from all directions, those cries were only suppressed at first, and finally became uncontrollable. It was Beauxbatons students who had lost their school and their homes, gathered together to mourn.

'Teacher and principal dead'

"The castle is gone."

"My Home My School"

"God, who will save us"

"Is the end coming?"

"My wand. My wand won't work"

"help me"

"help me"

The crying sounded into his ears, making Hoffa unable to meditate quietly. He lay on the stone and opened his eyes, quietly looking at the moon in the sky. I don't know when it started, these griefs can no longer affect his emotions, and I don't know when it started, an invisible gap separated him from these students. I don't know when it started, his heart became hardened little by little.

He staggered up from the stone.

As Beauxbaton's savior, Hoffa's every move has attracted the attention of countless people. Seeing him standing up, countless students looked at him with teary eyes. Hopefully the legendary and young shapeshifter can offer comfort in such a vulnerable time.

However, after Hoffa shook his head twice, he raised his head and cursed: "Cry!! Why are you crying!! Can crying bring Beauxbaton back!? Is your spirit just some bricks and rubble? Could it be that Beauxbaton Are the things that have been passed down for thousands of years just some exquisite dresses and decorations!?"

His voice was so loud that the students stopped crying and stared blankly at Hoffa.

He pointed at the students and cursed, "A group of blind people, at least the people of Beauxbatons are still there. As long as they are still there, you can build a second, third, and fourth sky kingdom at any time! But If the man is gone, even if Beauxbaton is still there, it is just an empty shell! A meaningless vase!"

Cursing and cursing, Hoffa grabbed Olim's torch, jumped off the stone, and slapped a crying boy on the face, which blinded the boy. Then he slapped left and right, and slapped different students in the face more than a dozen times, fast and hard, so that they were stunned and retreated again and again.

"Pierre has spoiled you! Beauxbaton has spoiled you!!" Pointing at the student's nose, he cursed, "The exquisite food and gorgeous castle have made you lose your fighting spirit! The world has never been uncertain Yes! It was like this a thousand years ago, and it will still be like this a thousand years later!! Look at your appearance, what do you use to meet the test of the world!!

You are so young! You are only teenagers, how can you bow your head to that dark evil force! If you still want Beauxbatons, build Beauxbatons with your own hands; if you still want a teacher, be a teacher yourself! If anyone wants to be a principal, be the principal himself! If Hoffa's lips moved when he felt the serious loss of magic power, he roared loudly: "Then go find the magic, complain about everyone here, is it useful? Is it useful!!"

Hoffa's words swept away the gloom of these sad students. They looked at Hoffa with a faint flame burning in their eyes. The expressions of the students who were beaten by him changed from shock to shame, and then from shame to fascination. They stared blankly at Hoffa and stretched out their hands, wanting to get close to this man. But the man jumped back onto the stone.

"Rebuild Beauxbatons!"

Hoffa raised his torch and shouted.

"Rebuild Beauxbatons."

"Rebuild Beauxbatons."

"Rebuild Beauxbatons!"

The Beauxbatons' students raised their hands, crying after Hoffa tearfully, wanting to touch him.

"Get back the magic!!"

Hoffa continued to shout.

"Bring back the magic!"

"Bring back the magic!"

"Bring back the magic!"

The students shouted in unison, they finally stopped crying and became more motivated.

"Get back the magic!!"

"Get back the magic!!"

"Get back the magic!!"

The shouts resounded through the valley, and with the shouts, a boy stood up, jumped onto the stone, and asked loudly: "Hoffa, you will help us, right? You will find the magic with us, won't you!!"

"certainly!"

As soon as Hoffa grasped his hand, he raised it up: "I will help you, but I also need your help. It is not only Beauxbatons who have lost their magic power, but also Hogwarts. Maybe one day it will be their turn." Durmstrang, I don't know what those people will do next, but their purpose must be to destroy the magic power. If possible, I hope you can rush to Hogwarts, where there are still wizards maintaining strong magic power In battle, in times like these, we must be united, completely united!"