Chapter 62: Chapter 62

open the door.

On the tower, Miranda sat cross-legged in the center of the stone pillar, as if waiting for something.

Seeing Hoffa push open the door of the Astronomy Tower, she just glanced at him indifferently. She didn't wear glasses, her face was pale and gloomy, and her body was filled with black air.

This is the harbinger before she changes her personality.

The air was filled with a sense of oppressive wind and rain, and all the dust on the ground was suspended in the air, terrifying magic power fluctuations, and suffocating pressure.

Miranda ignored Hoffa, she just calmly looked at the Quidditch field in the distance, watching the crowds there.

Hoffa walked slowly toward her, and with each step the pressure in the air grew stronger, thick as butter as he stood in front of the pillar where Miranda was, and he could barely breathe.

"Miranda."

Hoffa raised his head and said with difficulty, "Come back with me."

Her gloomy face suddenly thawed for a second, and she smiled gently: "Gorshak taught you a lesson, are you trying the results on me now?"

Hoffa shook his head, put away his wand, and raised his hands.

"Your grandfather asked me to use magic to bind you, but I always felt that was the wrong way to do it."

Miranda became gloomy again and said nothing.

"I don't want to fight with you, Miranda, don't be self-willed, come back with me."

"Willful?" Miranda sat on a high place and said calmly: "Do you know what I think? This school, from the principal to those professors, are all war criminals through and through.

They send those innocent wizards into wars, unjust wars that don't make any sense. They let countless people die and in the end changed nothing. I tried my best to stop all this, but you said that I was just capricious. Do you think I am Draces? "

"Right or wrong is up to us, Miranda!"

Hoffa said against the violent magical energy in the air: "The conflict between wizards will never end, and the conflict between humans will never end. You can't stop all this."

Miranda turned her head slowly, her expression changed several times, sometimes regretful and painful, sometimes indifferent and gloomy.

Hoffa stood where he was, waiting, waiting for Miranda to win over the other personality.

It's a pity that the girl in front of her finally stopped being entangled, and the fluctuations in her expression gradually disappeared. She became as gloomy and pale as that night.

The surrounding mental force field changed suddenly, and Hoffa felt his own mental force field being compressed sharply.

He knew that the other party was no longer Miranda, she had become another person.

It stood up, looking down at Hoffa, fiddling with its wand. it asked:

"I want to destroy this school, do you have any objection?"

"have."

"What does it have to do with you? I can take you to a better place."

"It's where I went to school, it's as simple as that."

"Even if it becomes a pawn."

"My choice has nothing to do with you."

Miller was silent for a moment, then he threw his wand on the ground like trash.

At this second, the pressure in the air increased sharply, and Hoffa's shoulders were shortened, and every inch of the ground of the observatory seemed to be hit by a sledgehammer, cracking small gaps.

The face of the other party became blurred, and the facial features disappeared until only the mouth remained. Miller spread his ten fingers.

"Bach, do you know why you live? A dark new star will slowly rise, and he will bring unprecedented changes to this world. I will give you one last chance."

Hoffa: "Shut up, Nietzsche!"

There was a second of silence.

tick.

"Phosphorus fire bullet!" As soon as it waved its hand, the blue high-temperature fireball quickly formed and came straight to Hoffa's face.

Without hesitation, Hoffa escaped into the ghost walking state. Behind him, a violent explosion caused the entire astronomy tower to shake.

Looking from the gray and white world, everything around was thrown into chaos and madness in the explosion. Miller stood on a high place, his robes dancing wildly, and he remained motionless.

The wand transformed into a giant lion's head gauntlet in Hoffa's hands. Under his feet, rows of stone steps supported him, and he ran higher and higher.

Seeing Hoffa disappear, Miller tilted his head, and disappeared into the air in an instant.

Illusion spell?

Hoffa stared at the front coldly, it disappeared into the real world, but it didn't disappear into the shadow world. Its body Hoffa could see clearly in the gray and white world.

Stride forward, faster and faster.

Hoffa punched it in the lower abdomen, hitting it until it bent down, and knocked it out of stealth without holding back.

But this time, it was not as fragile as paper before. It grabbed Hoffa's arm fiercely, knocked his head hard, and hit his head!

Hoffa flew three meters straight as if hit by a huge boulder, and fell off the stone pillar. The sharp protrusion of the glove dragged a scratch on the ground.

Damn it!

Hoffa got up from the ground in a daze, wiped the blood from his nose, and the meditation thought worked quickly, waking him up from the dizziness.

The guy on the stone pillar jumped down heavily and landed like a body made of steel.

It stepped forward and rushed forward. But Hoffa stared sideways and stretched out his five fingers into a fist.

Broken Grip!

boom!

Two huge stone slabs were lifted from the ground, slamming Miller in between.

The suppression lasted only for a moment, and the stone slab cracked with countless lines, and then exploded with a bang. It was as if Hoffa was not controlling a person, but a pack of high explosives.

The violent wind of the explosion made Hoffa couldn't help but take three steps back in a row, and he secretly thought it was bad. Wrong person.

Sure enough, in the next second, whispers came from my ears.

"Still looking around?"

The real Miller has come behind him.

Its entire right arm turned into an ice spear, stabbing heavily.

Hoffa's pupils shrank into needlepoints, and the glove on his arm quickly turned into a pointed shield.

Boom!

There are conflicts.

Hoffa narrowly parried the dangerous blow.

"Do you have enough magic power?" During the confrontation, Miller "stared" at Hoffa firmly.

Hoffa grinned.

Ghost Walk!

Unable to retract, the pointed spear passed through Hoffa's body and hit the ground.

Miller quickly backed away and started counting down.

However, in the shadow world, Hoffa took a mouthful of recovery potion without hesitation, and the violent potion entered his body, like a shot of magical adrenaline.

The moment he walked out of the shadow world, Miller clasped his hands together.

Numerous gravels flew up on the ground, snake heads drilled out of the ground, trying to entangle Hoffa, but Hoffa slipped into the shadows the next second.

Miller totally didn't expect Hoffa to use Ghost Walk twice in a row. He reacted very quickly, and immediately waved his hand to remove the magic.

"Three Iron Guards!"

A row of armored guards descended from the sky, trying to stop Hoffa's surprise attack.

The moves are old.

This time, before the three armored guards closed their shields.

Hoffa waved his hand, and the wand turned into a soft whip full of barbs. The soft whip shot out of nothingness like lightning, passed through the gap in the shield, and bound Miller layer by layer.

Immobilize him.

Hoffa walks through the ghost, and the distance between the two is ten meters.

The changing steel whip of the wand collapsed straight.

"Don't try to control me!"

Miller roared, and it burned with a raging pale flame. The gravel under its feet turned into red magma.

The violent magic power made Hoffa's hair and clothes start to burn and bend. Hoffa felt the pain from his wand, and it couldn't suppress the other party.

Hang on, man!

Hoffa clenched his long whip tightly, his eyes widened suddenly, trying to meditate.

The spirit quickly seeps into the ground.

Broken Grip!

boom!

The rubble on the surface of the observatory surged, and a pair of stone hands mixed with magma pierced through the ground. One stone hand grabbed Miller, and that stone hand was smashed by Miller's mental force field in an instant.

But then there were two, three, four, five, ten, twenty!

boom!

boom!

boom!

Thick smoke and dust filled the space.

Countless pairs of stone hands covered layer upon layer, suppressing Miller severely. It was crushed under the boulder, and only one head was visible.

It's stuck.

Hoffa coughed twice, retracted his wand, poured another mouthful of magic power recovery potion, and slowly walked towards Miller under the gravel tens of meters high.

"You have learned all the master's magic." Miller, who was firmly restrained, said hoarsely, "You are indeed a transformation genius."

"Enough, Miranda, stop sinking, this is wrong!" Hoffa said palely.

"No? Huh...huh." Miller laughed strangely, his voice was like a cuckoo weeping blood.

"You!" Miller lowered his head and struggled.

A group of boulder hands nearly ten meters high began to sway, but they were unable to suppress Miller. Hoffa's eyes widened in horror.

"Why do you stand on the moral high ground and tell me what to do?" Miller growled hoarsely.

"Do you know what I've been through!!"

After roaring, it suddenly raised its head and looked at Hoffa. The stone hands on his body were smashed into pieces.

A dark mental force field swept across the sky.

boom! !

Hoffa felt his mental force field was hit by a speeding locomotive!

Miller jumped out, and the whole person turned into a black shadow, firmly suppressing Hoffa to the ground.

The violent shock made Hoffa's eyes go dark, and the other party directly dragged his spirit into the illusion.

At this moment, the spiritual force fields of the two wizards were intertwined.

The tide-like dark energy dragged Hoffa down continuously.

Once again, he seemed to be walking in a dark corridor, or in the depths of the sea, with no hope around him. Desperate, depressing, dark. There is a double-faced man in front of him.

"Want to know the truth?"

The double-faced man who was crying and laughing asked.

Hoffa couldn't speak, the intense dark nightmare made his consciousness a little fuzzy.

The mental force fields of the two were entangled, and they fell on a broken, old and dark street.

(Here, Hoffa sees a handsome middle-aged man, none other than Grindelwald, kneeling in front of a little girl.

Grindelwald: "If you want to know the truth, you must make sacrifices. In order to stop all conflicts, will you?"

Miranda: "Let's go.")

Grindelwald puts his palm on Miranda's head, and the scene is quickly enveloped in ink-thick darkness, and Hoffa falls in the darkness again.

(This time, he crashed on a small island, which was exactly the Black Golan Island he saw in the book of spells. Unlike what he saw last time, this time, the situation suddenly reversed, replaced by Grindelwald was bound high in the sky by rubble.

He was restrained, but he still laughed: "Wizards are still human beings after all. Instead of controlling dead things like magic, it is better to control human beings, are you right?"

Dippet: "What the hell are you trying to say?"

"I want to say." Grindelwald smiled, "Goodbye."

As his voice fell.

A silver light flashed across.

A sharp knife came from an unknown place and pierced through Armando Dippet's right rib.

In the splash of blood, Dippet turned his head in shock, and the crowd screamed.

"No!!!"

A figure stands behind Dippet and stabs him through the body with a sharp knife.

"Your ideas are outdated, Professor."

Nimon, who was wearing a mask, said calmly. )

Before Hoffa had the slightest moment of horror.

He fell again.

(This time, it was so dark that the scene could hardly be seen in the black mist, and there were only two people in the black mist.

Nimon: "Father, Britain is not the place for you to stay. All my actions are for the family."

Adebe Goshak: "Everything I do is for the benefit of more people and for the order of the world."

After speaking, Goshak raised his wand to his son. )

All images disappear completely.

Hoffa's mental force field was also completely eroded by the darkness, as if he had become a young Miranda at this moment, and experienced the extremely dark past with her.

The double-faced man lay on Hoffa's back, and murmured: "See, in this chaotic, crazy world, my father, my family... are all victims, victims of wizard conflicts. Now, you You can still say it in front of me with a high-sounding sound. You understand me. Are you saying I am wrong?"

"Do you still dare to say that my behavior is wrong? I am not wrong. The conflict between wizards must stop at all costs."

Gradually, the voice of the Faceless Miller faded away.

Return to nothingness.

There is only darkness around!

Darkness that is so thick that it cannot be melted away! .

Negative energy hit his soul and body like a tide. The pressure was increasing, making him unable to breathe, as if he was constantly falling in the bottomless Mariana Trench.

He finally understood everything.

Why Goshak chose to hide from himself.

He finally understood why he had been avoiding the subject forever.

And also why Indra was so angry with Gorshak.

Goshak killed his own son himself.

Because of the war.

Because of betrayal.

Because of the conflict between wizards.

In terms of family affection and position.

He chose a side, he chose a school.

Hoffa finally understood that it wasn't his grandfather, or even Hogwarts, that Miranda loathed.

It was war itself, the conflict between wizards, that she loathed.

The shadow of the past entangled her, making it impossible for her to escape.

The little girl was like the monster I saw on the passing bridge in Helheim, hunched over the heavy stone tablet, and moved forward with difficulty.

He understood everything, understood what Miranda hated most.

But this time, he didn't flinch in the slightest. There was no sympathy for Miranda, let alone being shaken by the other party's words.

The powerful spiritual fire was burning in the sea of ​​consciousness, and he thought of what Thunderbird said to himself in the underworld. How can we calmly face a new life without letting go of the past.

This time, he finally understood Taras' choice.

More than a year of life flashed before my eyes like a mirror image.

Hoffa forcibly opened his mouth from the entanglement of the nightmare, trembling softly:

"Milan Da."

Every time he said a word, he felt his tongue was as heavy as a thousand weights.

"Although... your past is very dark, extremely dark!"

"but."

Hoffa swallowed.

"but."

He gripped his wand tremblingly, and the lightning began to appear, then crackled from his left hand to his whole body.

"but!"

Hoffa snapped open his lightning-filled eyes.

In the dense and extremely dark spiritual world.

A bright light suddenly appeared!

"But! Miranda!!"

Hoffa growled sharply.

In an instant, the light turned into a charged giant sword more than 40 meters long!

He held up the blade of his sword and shouted with all his strength: "People live in the present!"