418 Chapter 72, the Last Request

After Hoffa opened his eyes again, he saw the dry bones in his arms, the scorched black bones, as time passed, turned into ashes in a few breaths, and completely disappeared without a trace , as if never in this world.

However, Hoffa himself was not much better. He drank the forbidden blood of the world, and now the fire of the melting pot of the world is still burning on his body. He looked at his rapidly withering body, with a little strength that disappeared, and knew the end of his destiny.

Maybe Sylby struggled crazily before he died, maybe he wanted to escape from this place after being kissed by Hoffa, but he couldn't escape too far, and only fled to the edge of the Black Lake, which used to be Hogwarts He couldn't run around the white stone grave arranged for him.

This is good news for Hoffa. Before the main building was densely packed with wizards, he didn't want to be surrounded by a bunch of people when he died. As a Ravenclaw, as a proud and lonely eagle in the sky, if he wants to die, He should die alone, maybe the world will still echo his legend.

(Especially at this moment, he felt ashamed to face Miranda again.)

"If you don't listen to your wife, you will suffer."

He muttered, "Thank you, Selby"

Due to rapid aging, he had to find a pine tree and sat down with his back against it to relieve the faint pain.

Opposite the hillside is the Black Lake, and opposite the Black Lake is Hogwarts Castle. Although it was quite dilapidated, it probably remained the same. It was already dark at this moment, and the windows of the castle were lighted with light again. It seemed that many people had gathered there.

Now, the Nightmare God has been re-sealed, and Sylby is also dead. Everything has been settled, presumably magic will return to this world.

However, what should I do with the things I once promised to others?

"Aya, I'm so hard"

Hoffa sighed sadly as his back hurt. He really didn't want to break his promise if he could. But why no matter in the dream or in reality, he always fails again and again.

"Hoffa!"

"Senior Bach!"

"Mr. Bach!"

"Hoffa Bach!"

"Hoffa, are you there?"

"Senior, where are you!"

"Senior, where are you!"

Suddenly Hoffa heard someone calling his name.

He looked down the hillside, where a group of figures were looking around. Although it was already dark, they lit torches, went in and out of the castle, and shouted his name over and over around the black lake.

In fact, most of the time, as a Ravenclaw, Hoffa doesn't want anyone to bother him. Especially when he was so old and wizened, he didn't want anyone to see him at all.

But when he heard the people down the mountain calling his name over and over again, he couldn't help sobbing softly. In the endless time, he could safely spend ninety-nine percent of his loneliness, but the last one percent was already enough to crush him.

At this moment, he already understood the value of what he did.

At least for this moment, that one percent loneliness is dispelled by the cries of others. He really felt that he was needed and was waiting for him.

A spot of light flew towards him, and he turned his head to wipe away the tears on his face.

"Hoffa!"

Someone ran quickly along the light spot.

When Miranda came to Hoffa, she stopped, covered her mouth suddenly, and slowly knelt beside Hoffa.

Although he was ashamed to face the witch, Hoffa still smiled and said, "Miranda, you were the first to find me again."

Miranda couldn't speak. She stared blankly at the man leaning against the tree. The old man was huddled into a ball, and he was completely disfigured.

This is exactly what she saw in the forbidden prophecy, despite everything she could do, despite all she had done to prevent it. But this moment still came to her.

She took off her glasses, knelt down weakly, stroked Hoffa's hair tremblingly, and said in pain: "Look at what they have done, look at what they have done to my lover."

"I was wrong, you were right." Hoffa's vocal cords could no longer make much sound, and he said in a low voice, "You can see farther than me."

"It doesn't make sense to say that now."

Miranda wiped her eyes quickly, and said, "Hold on to Hoffa, I'll take you to check the information, there must be some way."

More light spots flew to Hoffa, and more people found him. They shouted Hoffa's name loudly, and rushed up from the hillside holding torches. Among them are Professor Dumbledore, Aberforth, Osilvia, Olim, former teachers and students of Hogwarts, teachers and students of Beauxbaton, and Durmstrang. Teachers and students, as well as wizards Hoffa encounters during his travels or adventures in the wizarding world. Those anxious voices let Hoffa feel their hearts, but they also prevented him from hearing Miranda's voice.

When Miranda heard the voice behind her, she hugged Hoffa violently, and looked at the crowd behind her with red eyes, "Get out!" She roared, "You need him to do everything, you bastards, waste!"

A large group of wizards stopped, hesitating and worried.

Hoffa smiled helplessly, and he looked at the tall Albus Dumbledore in the crowd with pleading eyes. Albus Dumbledore saw the old man sitting under the tree, and his eyes met. The wise man understood what the former student meant, he couldn't help but wiped the corners of his eyes, and nodded slightly.

Then he stretched out his hand, turned around with a sigh, and stopped the wizards around him who wanted to check Hoffa closely.

Of course, this move caused dissatisfaction among many wizards, and they were very anxious.

"headmaster!"

"Principal, what are you doing!"

"Let's go see him! Let's do something!"

"Professor Dumbledore, he seems to be seriously injured!"

"Albus, you let us pass, don't you see that Bach is cursed?"

"Brother, don't force me to punch you again, we have to send him to the hospital! Immediately, immediately!"

Albus Dumbledore lowered his head, he swung his wand with great difficulty, and an invisible barrier separated the angry and puzzled wizard companions and the extremely worried students. Don't let them disturb Hoffa and Miranda's final moments.

After those people were separated, Miranda let go of Hoffa's body tremblingly. In just a few seconds, Hoffa became even older. Hair falls out at the first touch, wrinkles get deeper and deeper, and age spots get more and more.

"Hoffa, don't be like this, I'm so scared." Miranda broke down in tears.

"Miranda, I miss you so much"

Hoffa said softly. After drinking the blood of the world, he was born and died together with the universe for countless reincarnations, but only at this moment can he feel a trace of reality.

"I shouldn't have let you go." Miranda tremblingly said, "I shouldn't have let you go, but don't be afraid, I'll find a way, I'll take you to the doctor, there must be something. There must be something Method."

Hoffa shook his head, with a faint smile on his old face. He opened and closed his mouth a few times, but no sound came out.

Miranda quickly put her ear to his mouth.

Hoffa whispered in Miranda's ear, "That was an awesome kiss. If I did it a hundred times, I'd kiss you a hundred times, whether you're dressed as a boy or a girl, whether it's Miranda or Miranda. Le, I want to kiss you until you blush."

"what are you talking about!!!"

Miranda cried loudly, "You've grown up like this, and you're still saying things like this!!!"

"Maybe I'm just a pervert"

Hoffa muttered, and he patted Miranda's hand: "Wake up from a dream, do you still hate me?"

Miranda's eyes seemed to melt, and tears could not stop streaming down her face.

"No, of course not. How can I hate you. Hoffa, I'm so selfish. Some things are so precious, I can't help but want to keep them. I'm sorry for you."

Hoffa sighed slowly. He stretched out his hand, trying to wipe away the weeping girl's tears, but his hand had rotted into dry bones under the action of the melting pot of the world, and he could never lift it up again.

"What does it have to do with you, Miranda, it's just... I'm too tired and want to find a place to rest, but how can I escape from what I should do, don't blame yourself."

"Stop it, stop it."

Miranda begged in pain.

Hoffa shook his head and muttered to himself: "I have always been obsessed with change, whether as a shapeshifter or in adventures. I am so obsessed, but I forgot that some things cannot be changed."

He choked up and said: "Now, I don't regret the life I spent with you in the dream, nor the adventures with you outside the dream. No matter what others think of me, I don't regret it anymore. But, I still have Something very important was left undone, something that was promised to someone else a long time ago."

Miranda: "Tell me, I'll help you, let's do it together."

Hoffa smiled and shook his head, "Miranda, I'm going to die, but I still miss Aglaia very much, very much. Can you bring my heart to her? The Seaside is waiting for me, but I can't go there anymore."

Miranda: "You'll be fine, you'll be fine, I'll take you with me, I'll go with you, don't say that, don't say it."

She tried to pull Hoffa up, but his palms shattered at the touch.

She cried loudly and wanted to put the broken palm back together, but the fragile body decayed instantly in the face of ruthless time, and it could not be reversed.

The man who played with time was eventually played with by time.

"Miranda."

Hoffa looked at her pleadingly.

She immediately understood Hoffa's request, and quickly put her ear to his mouth. Hoffa whispered in her ear: "Take care of your grandfather, and then go to Nicolas May, he will let you go to the future safe and sound."

Miranda bit her lip, forced her tears back, and nodded.

After receiving the approval of Milan Fa, Hoffa completely relaxed. No matter what he had done before, no matter what his faults, no matter what happened during this adventure, he no longer owed anyone or anything.

This never-ending adventure had exhausted him so much, but at this moment, he missed every day of it so much. At this moment, he could finally have a good rest. At this moment, he only hoped that the silver-haired girl by the sea would not blame him too much for his mistakes. At this moment, he only hoped to take another look at this place that once fascinated him.

In the moonlit night, the castle by the black lake in the distance shines with golden light under the deep blue night sky. There are many mysteries and fantasies hidden in it. It is his childhood, his youth, and his most former home.

"so beautiful."

He sighed from the bottom of his heart.

In the next second, the furnace of the world completely burned him into dry bones. In the end, there was not even a dry bone left. Just like Sylby, he was completely burned to ashes.

Miranda wailed as she tried to touch the boy's face again, but he was no longer there. The night wind picked up his ashes and flew towards the castle.

"Why?"

Miranda grasped her heart while crying, and asked extremely depressed, even she herself didn't know who to ask: "Why? It must be done to this extent"

Outside Dumbledore's barrier, the wizards looked at the man who had been burned to ashes in the furnace of the world, and watched the ashes fly over their heads and merge with the Milky Way. They stared blankly, some were crying, some were silent, some were sighing.

The girl's desperate question fell in their ears, and no one could fail to answer it.

Why do you want to do this?

No one knows the answer.

Until the night wind blew away the ashes, something shiny lay quietly on the ground beside Miranda's lap.

She froze for a moment, tremblingly picked up the shiny thing.

Even in this moment of grief, she couldn't help but be overwhelmed by the presence of the stone. It is so bright and transparent that even the most beautiful gems are less than one ten-thousandth of it.

Holding that stone, she could clearly feel the mind in it. Perhaps, anyone who touches it can feel its heart. So indestructible is it that not even the rotten fire of time can deprive it of its radiance, not even the melting furnace of the world can alter its existence.

"Heartstone.?"

She looked at the eye-catching gem and murmured.

The brilliance of gemstones is faint but as long as starlight. Just looking at that stone, one can feel something eternal. That kind of magical power is the most beautiful fantasy flowing in the heart of a wizard.

On this day in 1945, when the Great War finally came to an end, no one knew any definitive answer to why the conflict started and ended. How on earth did that teenager kill the scariest wizard ever with a kiss? And why was he burned to ashes after the kiss? What was that shiny stone that was left after the burn? What's the use?

All these answers, all details, have been permanently sealed in the dust of history, no longer giving any room for reading. The only person who may know more details also disappeared shortly after. All that is left to the world are endless fantasies, endless guesses, and endless mysteries, but no matter what kind of speculation, no matter what version of the legend, I am willing to give that boy the title of the most legendary!

And at this very moment.

Perhaps a tribute to the most legendary wizard ever.

Perhaps it is also a tribute to the mystery of this world.

I don't know who took the lead, someone raised the wand.

White fireworks were shot into the sky and exploded silently.

His moves were emulated by others.

So one wizard after another raised their wands.

The wand shot out colorful fireworks, and brilliant magic intertwined in the sky above Hogwarts Castle.

From the distant past, to the endless future, without stopping.