Chapter 410:64

In front of the snowy Durmstrang gate, Miranda still raised her fingers.

She felt the heavy weight on her body, the soft touch on her lips, and the hot breath from the tip of her nose, her eyes trembled as she was ready for a desperate battle.

She never thought that Hoffa would come here suddenly. She wanted to resist subconsciously, but her lips and breath were like the most powerful spell, and the spell genius had no ability to resist at all.

The moment the lips touched, a huge passion enveloped Hoffa. He had never experienced such a different kind of passion. This passion almost flew across his body like a blunt knife, cutting him to pieces! Like a wild beast rushing through the wilderness, unscrupulous! He sadly found that he loved the girl in front of him so deeply! In any case, I can't get rid of it when I wake up! I don't want to be free either! He just wanted that passion to tear himself apart, completely shattered!

At this moment, all the disciplines can't punish him, all the laws no longer work on him, and the surging love like a tsunami completely overwhelms him. At this moment, he no longer blames himself, his heart no longer cares, if Love is poison, he will drink it with his head up, and if it is his fate, he will embrace it with all his strength.

He tightened his arms.

Indulge in a deep kiss.

On the black ship, all the wizards in Durmstrang gasped and opened their mouths almost in unison, stunned.

Miranda's mind went blank for several seconds before she remembered what she was doing here. She mustered all her strength and pushed away the man who was kissing her furiously.

"What are you doing, Hoffa?"

Miranda cried: "How can there be someone like you, I am clearly now"

Hoffa kissed him again without hesitation. This time Miranda almost suffocated, she rolled her eyes. The unconscious began to cater to Hoffa's beastly madness.

"Headmaster! Are we still going to Hogwarts?"

A Durmstrang wizard murmured to Osivia.

"What are we doing here?"

But for such a scene, even the great principal Osilvia Normanova couldn't answer the questions of his subordinates. Such a crazy picture has broken through the limit of Osilvia's limited imagination.

What happened?

Just now, he said sternly to stop the half-human king.

In a blink of an eye, the Ravenclaw junior held a short-haired girl in the woods and forced her to kiss her. The strength of that kiss almost made her, who had lived for twenty-four years, couldn't help but blush.

Is this still the Hofferbach she knew? ?

On the entire black ship, only Vladimir watched this scene and shed tears. He looked at the youth covered in snowflakes foolishly, his eyes were full of envy and longing.

Hoffa immersed himself in the girl's soft lips greedily and intoxicatedly, and kept stroking her face and neck, making her hair messy with his palms.

Almost suffocated, Miranda's heart was completely suspended in the air, like a rootless vine, fluttering up and down. Under the offensive of this volcanic eruption, she had long forgotten her indifference, and her arms were raised involuntarily, wanting to hug Hoffa, but she From the corner of the eye, he caught a glimpse of the shocked people on the black ship in the distance, his eyes widened in horror, and then he pushed Hoffa's neck hard in shame and anger.

"Don't beg you. Don't be here, go to another place, it really doesn't work here..."

A short breath; Miranda couldn't help shaking, her hair was disheveled, and her clothes were disheveled, begging.

"Do you want to help him?" Hoffa asked seriously, locking her waist.

Miranda shook her head like a rattle: "I didn't help him, I really didn't. I just didn't want to"

Hoffa smiled and continued to kiss deeply. This time he was not so wild, just kissed very tenderly. Miranda looked terrified, but instinctively opened her mouth and moved closer, catering to Hoffa's movements.

That kind of proficiency and intoxication was unbearable, she responded, and beat Hoffa with her hands and feet.

After beating, she lost the strength to resist, tears fell down, her arms hooked Hoffa's neck, and she hugged Hoffa with her whole body, kissing constantly. At this moment, she completely forgot everything, just wanted to melt into Hoffa's arms and enjoy this moment with him.

Feeling the softness of the girl in his arms, the drops of water on his cheeks, and the gradually melting barrier behind him, Hoffa breathed out slowly, his expression gradually returned to normal, and he let go of Miranda whose lips were swollen.

At this moment, the girl was looking at him with affection and tears.

"We have been in the dream for so many years, and we haven't played any special paly. Do you want to play?" Hoffa said, as if he was talking to his girlfriend in the park. All troubles and battles are far away from them.

"Ah, what do you want to play?" Miranda said unconsciously with tears.

"Restrain play, what do you think?" Hoffa laughed.

"Here?" Miranda was surprised.

"Yes," Hoffa said.

Afterwards, Miranda's hands, ankles and neck were all locked by hard stone hands, including every knuckle of her.

"I know you too well." Hoffa chuckled in her ear: "You can use your fingers instead of spell scales, don't you?

Miranda suddenly realized something, and the blood on her cheeks completely faded in an instant.

"Hofferbach! What do you want!?"

The witch screamed: "Let me go!!"

But Hoffa scooped her up and landed on Durmstrang's black ship with a big jump.

Everyone on the black ship looked at Hoffa with shocked eyes at this moment. Is this the legendary wizard? Is this the legendary transformation master? The man who didn't forget to pick up his sister before the war.

Hoffa hugged Miranda in front of Osilvia.

"Sister, please take her to Hogwarts immediately." Hoffa said to Osivia.

"Is this Ge Goshak?" Osilvia finally recovered from the shock and asked stammeringly.

"Yes, she is also my wife. She is stupid and has no brains. But I love her very much, and I have caused you trouble." Hoffa bowed deeply to Osivia: "Please send her back Hogwarts, send her back to her family."

Such a sweet and frank moment was heard by Miranda, but it made her cry in despair. She recalled the telephone booth in the snow many years ago, and history seemed to repeat itself at this moment. remember.

"Hoffa!! How handsome are you.!!!"

She yelled, "Bastard!!! You bastard!!!"

The voice disappeared, Miranda's lips were covered by two stone hands, and she looked at Hoffa with tears in her eyes.

Hoffa looked at Osilvia, who was already so shocked that he couldn't be more shocked, and he didn't know whether he was shocked by the fact that Hoffa was married or shocked by the despair of the crying girl at the moment.

The despair was so palpitating that it even made her a little at a loss. This was an emotion she had never seen before. Under this emotion, even the cold Slytherin senior couldn't bear to hug Miranda, wiped the tears from her face, and couldn't help comforting her.

"Miranda, I don't regret it at all."

Hoffa stood in front of Miranda and said softly, "Not at all."

Then, Hoffa jumped, and then turned into a flash of lightning. Disappeared above the high walls of Durmstrang.

Miranda twisted her body wildly, she wanted to break free from Hoffa's shackles, but at this moment Hoffa had entered its heyday, and no one in the world could untie his transfiguration.

He fell into the Durmstrang campus like a meteor, and the moment he fell into the air, he saw the skinny bald man sitting in a wheelchair, he saw the statue of Salazar Slytherin kneeling in front of him, and he also saw Sarah The crystal clear green wand in the hand of the statue of Chas Slytherin.

Sylby sensed the pressure from the sky, and the corners of his mouth twitched wildly.

"Stop him!"

He speaks very fast.

Durmstrang came alive, and the huge finger castle swept towards Hoffa in the air. In the castle, countless ghosts drilled out, some of them bent their bows and shot arrows, some breathed fierce fire, some released curses, and some held huge axes and guillotines.

Hoffa snapped his fingers, and those fiery flames, those black arrows, those curses, those axes and hooks, and even the huge finger castle all stopped in the air, completely still. High in the air, Hoffa lightly stepped on the ax and somersaulted to the top of his finger, followed by a heavy step. A stationary finger shattered one, and the fragments froze in the air.

Accompanied by a huge reaction force, Hoffa turned into a meteor, and while galloping, he turned into a pure gold phoenix form, pulled out the last sword of the knight, and flashed across the air.

In flight, the green scepter held atop the statue of Salazar Slytherin was shattered by a single blow of the sword.

Crystal green fragments flew, time resumed to flow, and huge finger fragments and scepter fragments fell from the air to the ground at the same time as rumbling.

Silby stared blankly at the debris on the ground.

The golden birdman turned around slowly, walked to the side of the wheelchair, stretched out a dazzling golden arm, and lifted the bald cripple high.

"That's it, Sylby." Birdman's voice was gold and iron.

The Golden Birdman was three meters tall, and Sylby, who was held in his hands, was as small as a rag doll, but the rag doll was taken aback for a moment, but then burst out laughing maniacally.

"Hahahahahahahaha~hahahaha~"

Sylby laughed, and the happier he laughed, the more stern Hoffa's expression became.

Sylby: "I have to admit, Hoffa, you are the strongest transformation master I have ever seen, and perhaps the strongest in history. But... do you no longer remember the things in the dream? Do you remember what we achieved together? The world, that world of incomparable equality, you don’t want to go to that place anymore. Aren’t you a legend?”

"Sylby, you don't need to provoke me with words." Hoffa tilted his head and spread his hands: "Indeed, that is the past that I don't want to recall, but people will grow up. The more you grow up, the more you grow up." , the more you can feel the emptiness under the beautiful appearance of some things. Those empires that cannot stand the test, those ideas that have been worn down by time, those rules that have been washed away by emotions, hum, equality? Who wants to be equal to you?

Now, I just want to live as I want.

Now.

I don't want to be a legend, I just want to meet her. "

After finishing speaking, he threw Sylby high, and the blade swept across Sylby, cutting Sylby's head in two. Silby's rag-like body fell to the ground, and dried blood slowly crawled to Hoffa's feet.

Hoffa looked at the fragments at his feet, holding the sword motionless, he was quietly waiting, waiting for the arrival of fate.

Sure enough, after a while, the head that had been split in half showed a strange smile at the foot.

"Brother, what's the use? You have been to so many places of mine and seen so many strange dream fragments. Don't you know that the leader of those fragments is right behind you?"

Hoffa turned expressionlessly, turned around slowly, and raised his head.

Huge and pure spiritual power rushed towards us. The God of Nightmare was lying on the ground. Its body had already occupied the entire hilltop of Durmstrang. Such a huge body was light and strange. It protruded from the clouds, and its spine Connecting the sky and the ground, the long hair danced slightly with the cold wind from the north.

Unlike all parodies.

Huge, terrifying, shocking but elegant gods are in front of them, and four slender giant hands spread out in front of Hoffa and Sylby, staying on top of their heads, wanting to touch but not daring to touch, like a pervert admiring their exquisite handicrafts otaku.

At the same time, it opened countless pairs of bright eyes on its face. In those huge and chaotic crazy eyes, there was a childlike innocence and curiosity. Such a blend of chaotic and contrasting expressions almost made people dizzy at a glance. past.

"You want to stop me, as the core of my wand, you want to help him?" Hoffa asked lightly.

The God of Nightmare didn't answer, and moved his huge face to Hoffa's side. The dense nose protruded from his face, sniffing furiously at Hoffa.

Sylby, who was lying on the ground, lazily shouted: "Hey! God of nightmares, I'm going to die! This is an extremely definite answer, don't you hate this kind of answer!!"

"Ah yes, the breath of certainty. The breath of incomparable certainty. I have never hated you like this moment." After sniffing Hoffa's nightmare god, he said sadly: "There is no uncertain part, what fun is there in the world, what is there to be alive pleasure."

Hoffa looked at the God of Nightmare silently, without saying a word.

The God of Nightmares floated up, opened his arms, and said in a gesture of embracing the world: "You know me, Hoffa Bach! Sylby Spencer, you know me... I like uncertain things, I I don’t know who will win between you, Hoffa’s perfect body VS Sylby’s perfect body, hahahaha, how uncertain is this, so.”

The God of Nightmares lowered his head, with an intoxicated smile on his ferocious, terrifying and unpredictable face: "I want to take a look."