383 Chapter 37, Magic

Surrounded by the burning torches of the students, Hoffa came before Nicolas. After only ten minutes, Nicolas May's eyes on Hoffa changed from love and pity to awe and anxiety.

This black-clothed boy was surrounded by hundreds of people, like the eye of a storm. Wherever he went, these students followed him, and there was infinite longing in their eyes, as if only his order was enough. Let these Beauxbatons students go through fire and water.

"Hoffa, Hoffa, I finally know why Dumbledore asked you to complete such a task. You really are" he sighed, "I'm old, and some things are no longer under my control."

Hoffa turned a deaf ear to Flamel's words, and he said: "Flame, Olim, Don Quixote, take your students and go to England to find Dumbledore, and he will assign you specific tasks."

His request was immediately agreed by Don Quixote, and he bowed deeply, "It is my honor." He said.

"How about you, Hoffa?" Nicolas asked.

After pondering for a moment, Hoffa sneered: "Sponsoring Beauxbatons, having a large number of troops in the UK, let so many Squib wizards leave the family to serve him. I was always curious before, what exactly is this old man from the Spencer family?" How he did it. To this day, when I saw how he could trick Tom Riddle into working for him, I finally understood what he was using."

"For what?" Flamel asked.

Hoffa put a hand on Nicolas May's shoulder and said: "Tom Riddle is a completely self-interested existence, a completely self-centered person. If he is willing to work for the half-human king, then it means that half-human The price the king offered him must have far exceeded his expectations."

LeMay: "Of course I know this, Hoffa, but"

"Where did he get his money from?"

Hoffa squinted at Flamel.

Flamel was taken aback.

Hoffa said indifferently: "A wizard family has been passed down for so many years, and the family has no successors. It should be time to sit and eat. But this guy always has a steady stream of resources and a steady stream of money to support him in various activities. Really hell, did his money fall from the sky?"

Nicole Flamel was taken aback for a moment, then his lips twitched a few times, and then he lowered his head, refusing to speak.

"Flame, as an old wizard, you are well-informed, I think you must know." Hoffa pressed close to his ear and asked, "How do you get the money?"

Nicolas looked around, and those students looked at Hoffa with respect and love. They held up torches and surrounded Nicolas, as if they were waiting for Hoffa's order.

"Don't talk to me in this manner, Hoffa, it's too scary. You know, I won't fight against you." Flamel begged in a low voice.

Hoffa stared at Flamel, waiting for his answer.

"Money can't do without desire. Hoffa."

LeMay said softly.

Hoffa: "Oh? I would like to hear more about it."

"You have seen the source of my money, it is in my basement. Those rich people are willing to pay some extraordinary amounts for their own desires." Le Mai whispered.

Hoffa let go of Nicolas May's shoulders, and said calmly, "So, someone must be paying the half-human king an extraordinary amount of money for their own desires, right?"

Nicolas did not answer, his expression was a bit bitter. But Hoffa already understood what he meant. He nodded and said, "Nicole, I will leave the rest of the matter to you. These students, you must send them to the UK safely."

"Okay." Flame breathed a sigh of relief, and he asked immediately, "What about you, Hoffa."

Hoffa sneered, "Since the half-human king is rich, I'm going to see how rich he is."

After speaking, he walked to the side of the grazing celestial horses, turned over and sat on them. The huge pegasus was suddenly ridden by someone, and immediately raised its front hooves high, trying to throw Hoffa off. But Hoffa held the horse's head with one hand, pressed it down heavily, and immediately pressed it back on the grass, unable to move.

Seeing that Hoffa was about to leave, Beauxbaton's students hurried to the Pegasus and surrounded him with torches. They didn't speak, but Hoffa had already read their meaning from their reluctant eyes.

Even if they only got along briefly, he has become an indispensable spiritual support for Beauxbaton's students.

Hoffa looked at these students and said loudly: "Everyone, we will part for a short time. Soon, we will meet again. When we meet, we will face the biggest challenge in the history of the wizarding world together. During this period, I hope you can find your own magic source."

"good!"

The students answered in loud voices in unison.

The voice was so loud that Nicolas Lemer on the other side looked sideways at it.

Hoffa bowed slightly to the students on his horse.

Then he clamped the horse's belly, and the white pegasus flapped its wings, leading Hoffa up from the ground, rushing towards the sky, and quickly disappeared into the clouds.

Pegasus took Hoffa and galloped towards England. When Big Ben appeared in Hoffa's sight again, he jumped off Pegasus's back.

The altitude of several thousand meters disappeared in the blink of an eye, and Hoffa, who was holding a cross sword, landed safely, and the wings of the Thunderbird disappeared invisible behind him. He was back on the foggy London streets.

The appearance of Riddle made Hoffa realize that the energy controlled by Sylby far exceeded his expectations, and wizards like Riddle are by no means a minority in the wizarding world, or even most of them. If you want to investigate Sylby's economic Source, Hoffa needs help.

And there is no doubt that for such a helper, he already has a default candidate in his heart.

I looked up at the time on Big Ben, it was ten o'clock in the evening, and it was a good time to do it.

On the empty street, he moved quickly in the direction he remembered. Soon, he returned to the periphery of an old church. Last time, when he woke up from the dream, he was brought to this place. He returned to this place after a few days, and this time, his memory has recovered.

The outside of the church is still heavily guarded by soldiers. They smoked cigarettes, played cards and chatted in the sentry, drank beer, and passed the day after day.

It wasn't until the soldiers guarding the gate yelled: "Hey, who is that, what are you doing here?" They put down their cards and hurried outside with their guns in hand.

In the mist, a young man holding a cross sword slowly emerged. He walked neither slowly nor fast, strolling in the courtyard.

"Hey! What about you! Stop!"

The soldiers reprimanded loudly.

The boy didn't stop at all, walking on his own.

So the soldiers raised their guns one after another and aimed at the boy.

Hoffa saw rows of black muzzles in front of him, and he raised his hand and shook them lightly. Immediately the ground spun rumblingly, and countless stone arms circled out, holding rows of soldiers, and small stone hands appeared on the stone hands, which covered the soldiers' mouths, and folded their gun barrels, preventing them from firing any shots. He could only look at the black-clothed boy in horror.

But that Hoffa didn't kill them, he just walked through the group of tightly held soldiers with his cross sword in hand, without looking sideways.

At the gate of the church at night, Hoffa saw more people standing guard. He was too lazy to chat with these soldiers, and he was afraid of scaring the snake, so he directly used the disillusionment spell and disappeared into the air.

Although it was already ten o'clock in the evening, the church was still buzzing with recitations.

"Magic doesn't exist, magic is the biggest lie."

"The highest pursuit of human beings is equality."

"Magic is the root of all evil"

"Eliminate all differences."

"Magic doesn't exist, magic is the biggest lie."

"The highest pursuit of human beings is equality."

"Magic is the root of all evil"

"Eliminate all differences."

"Magic doesn't exist, magic is the biggest lie."

"The highest pursuit of human beings is equality."

"Magic is the root of all evil"

"Eliminate all differences."

A group of people in prison uniforms kept repeating these words in the church hall, repeating them, their voices hoarse, tired and numb. Beside them, there are soldiers with guns on constant patrol. If anyone does not recite these sentences well, what awaits them is a gun butt without hesitation.

Hoffa walked past them, looking at one person after another.

Finally, under a crystal chandelier, he found the familiar bald old man, wearing handcuffs and shackles, lying on the ground, looking at the paper on the ground, reading the above sentence over and over again.

It's Adbergorshack.

The former head of Ravenclaw, the master of spells at Hogwarts, was lying on the ground, his eyes were numb, and he didn't have any look of the past.

When Hoffa just woke up from the nightmare, all memory was lost. Even when Adebe called his name, Hoffa couldn't recognize him, and now his memory came back, and what he saw hurt his heart.

Hoffa slowly stretched out his hand, caressing the old man's face. Some broken pictures flashed through his mind, the same church, also under the crystal chandelier, but that time, he was wearing a formal suit, with a rare smile on his face, and what he was chanting were wedding prayers.

The brief scene made Hoffa's brain ache and lost his mind. He shook his head and stood up.

Adebe noticed something, he looked at the transparent Hoffa beside him, his lips moved, but he didn't make a sound.

This action immediately attracted the attention of the patrolling soldiers, who tapped Adebe's head with the butt of their guns: "Number Four, why don't you continue reading?"

Adebe: "I. I seem to. See it."

Soldier: "Number Four, what did you say? What did you see?"

Adebe: "I saw magic."

The soldiers were shocked, and the humming of chanting in the church stopped instantly. The prisoner beside Adebe trembled all over, crawling and moving on the ground, trying to stay away from him.

The soldier couldn't believe it: "Repeat what you just said."

Adebe looked in front of him carefully, and immediately burst out laughing: "Spell, illusion spell. Magic, it's magic hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!"

Snapped! !

A heavy whip flew from a distance, and it hit Adebegorshak's face. The old man took a whip, quickly shut his mouth and covered his face, bowed his head and knelt on the spot motionless.

Hoffa turned his head and saw a young female doctor wearing sleeves walking down the stairs slowly with a whip. She wriggled to Adebe's side and asked coquettishly: " Number four, have you forgotten how your son died? Have you forgotten the evil power flowing in your heart?"

Adebe covered his ears vigorously, trembling all over.

This action made him take another whip. The female doctor sneered and said, "It seems that you really don't have a long memory. You have forgotten the first principle. Now, recite it."

Adebe's lips twitched, "Magic does not exist, magic is the biggest lie."

"louder please!"

"Magic doesn't exist, magic is the biggest lie."

Everyone answered in unison.

"Yes, magic does not exist!"

The female doctor sternly shouted, holding the whip triumphantly, looked down at the kneeling crowd in the church, and said, "Study hard, you sinners, only by completely forgetting everything in the past can you purify yourself!!"

After giving the orders, she snorted coldly, proudly put the whip in her waist, and walked back. However, within two steps, she bumped head-on into an invisible wall, which surprised her. She rubbed her head and looked suspiciously at the transparent air in front of her.

After she regained her composure, the woman snorted again, changed direction, and strode forward, but this time she bumped into the invisible wall again and fell to the ground.

"Doctor! Doctor!" The soldiers rushed to the woman and tried to help her up, but the woman shook off their arms and screamed, "Don't touch me!"

After calling out, she lowered her head, turned around tremblingly, and hurried out. Unfortunately, within two steps, she bumped into an invisible wall and fell to the ground.

Now, she couldn't hold back anymore, and screamed frantically: "Who? Playing tricks here, come out for me!!!"

Accompanied by her voice, the air in front of her fluctuated like water ripples, and a ring-shaped giant appeared in front of her. The feathers on the ring-shaped giant were row upon row, surrounding her and the soldiers in the church hall.

The woman raised her head in fear and trembling, and looking along the wings, she saw a huge monster entrenched in the church hall, silently. The creature lowered its head slowly and gracefully, and pressed its golden pupils to her face. The pupils alone were as big as her face.

Looking at the face reflected in the pupils, the woman couldn't say a word, her upper and lower teeth collided with each other frantically. Then the huge creature asked.

"Magic doesn't exist, so what am I?"