Chapter 64: Chapter 64

At this moment, on the Quidditch field.

Layer after layer of thick smoke drifted from nowhere.

Albus Dumbledore on the top floor immediately sensed the abnormality. He stood up, frowned, glanced around and raised his wand.

Whisper softly: "Partition."

hum.

Like invisible ripples flashed by, a powerful mental storm wrapped in an inexplicable magnetic field covered the entire Quidditch pitch, and all the gray fog was forcibly suppressed. A ferocious animal figure was revealed.

But at this moment, a severe dizziness flooded Dumbledore's brain.

He was stunned for a second, then stunned, and immediately showed a helpless wry smile, and said in a low voice: "Adebe, Gellert, you really..."

Before he could finish speaking, he fell heavily on the chair in the stands.

The huge mental force field suddenly disappeared.

After losing Dumbledore's suppression, the dense fog continued to surge.

In the beginning, no one cared. The crowd was still excitedly cheering for their team, but when the smoke thickened and the line of sight was blocked. All players and spectators sensed something was wrong. They were puzzled at first.

Immediately afterwards, someone began to collapse after inhaling the smoke.

The mood of the crowd gradually changed from excitement to panic.

Some senior students stood up. They wanted to go to a high place to find Dumbledore, but Dumbledore collapsed on the chair inexplicably, with his head tilted, unconscious. He tried to open his eyelids forcibly, but there was no way .

The Quidditch players also stopped fighting one after another. They were riding on broomsticks, watching the lightning and thunder in the distance, and the thick gray fog below them, not knowing what happened.

Some players want to land on the ground.

But Aglaia noticed the abnormality. After all, she had faced poisonous gas in the Forbidden Forest. Immediately, she shouted sharply: "Don't go down."

As soon as the words fell, a large group of curled-winged monsters rushed out of the smoke, like a swarm of bats at night.

at this time.

The group of curled-wing demons suddenly dispersed, as if they sensed something.

In the sky covered with dark clouds, a huge lightning flashed suddenly, causing everyone to look up and exclaim.

Lightning seemed far away just now.

In the next second, the huge bolt of lightning struck the tower in front of everyone's sight.

boom! !

Blinding blue light tore through thick black rain clouds.

The raindrops fell with a crackling sound.

At this time, someone exclaimed: "Look, there is a figure on the tower!"

The crowd exclaimed.

"Wait, that person seems to have been struck by lightning!"

"What!?"

"Not good! The person who was struck by lightning fell down!!!"

Tom Riddle sensed something was wrong the moment the thick smoke rose from the arena. He frowned and walked quickly down the viewing stands.

But the further he went down, the more he felt the danger of the gray fog. He squinted his eyes and thought for a moment. Then he returned to the high place, decisively took out his yew wand, pointed it at a Quidditch player in the distant sky, and said calmly: "All petrified."

The Gryffindor player had no idea what was going on, and was suddenly hit by the Petrification Curse. It fell straight from the broom.

Then, Tom stretched out his left hand calmly, and the Gryffindor player's broomstick flew into his hand with a whoosh.

He didn't even look at the gray fog on the Quidditch pitch, stepped on his broomstick, flew into the air, and was about to fly away.

However, not long after he took off, the sky was filled with dark clouds, and a thick lightning bolt in the distance attracted his attention.

Under the light of lightning, he saw a half-human, half-bird thing falling from the astronomy tower.

"what is that!?"

Tom rubbed his eyes, only to find that his vision had been blurred by the rainstorm.

The rain was pouring down, and Hoffa could no longer speak, but he had a better way to vent his joy.

With a neigh, he jumped down from the 300-foot-high observatory. During the rapid fall, he completely transformed.

At first, he was a little unfamiliar with his new body, and then, the instinct flowing in his blood made his muscles tremble.

Finally, at a height of ten meters above the ground, he found the feeling of flying. He flapped his wings, controlled the air, cut through the heavy rain, drew a graceful arc under the Astronomy Tower, and rushed straight into the sky.

At this moment, Hoffa soared above the sky. The scenery below him began to become smaller and smaller.

All the rules that bind him are like the gravity of the earth, disappearing invisible.

He is no longer afraid of the future.

He no longer avoids difficulties.

He gave everything, just to control the current destiny.

The torrential rain in the sky was getting bigger and bigger, like a waterfall, but the moment the lightning flashed, the inexplicable phantom in the sky was firmly reflected in everyone's eyes and hearts.

Another bolt of lightning flashed.

Tom Riddle bent over and lay on the broomstick, trembling, not knowing why.

A huge black shadow flew past his head just now, and no one knew better than him how terrifying the magic fluctuation at that moment was.

And what frightened him even more was the spiritual force field contained in that magical power, the spiritual force field that was indomitable, fearless, and wanted to break through all obstacles.

Beneath the fluttering Ravenclaw Quidditch banner.

Someone raised his arm and exclaimed, "I see an eagle flying!"

Someone covered his mouth in horror: "Why is the eagle so big, it must be some unknown magic!"

"Merlin beard is on top!"

"Monster gargoyle!"

"Running Gorgon, what is that, is it a mythical creature?"

On the arena, the juvenile poisonous leopard has been drenched by the heavy rain.

The cub raised its head in horror, and after seeing the shadow of the eagle, it no longer cared about its master. The instinct of the top predator made it roar, and fled into the forbidden forest without looking back.

After it fled, it revealed a trembling adult underneath.

It was Palio, the teacher of Quidditch.

He knelt on the spot stupidly, raised his head, let the heavy rain pour on his face, opened his mouth wide, like a gibbon monkey.

"Jesus is born again, what is this?"

In the auditorium, Miranda braved the heavy rain and quickly ran to Dumbledore's side regardless.

While looking at the thunder and lightning in the sky, she took out the antidote. Dumbledore helped Dumbledore to drink it in one gulp. After drinking the antidote, Dumbledore barely opened his eyes. The torrential rain had soaked his red beard. He slumped on the highest chair and looked at the The eagle shadow in the torrential rain was stunned and murmured: "Ah...Nimagus...?"

Miranda knew what it was, she knew better than anyone else, the truth behind that shadow, and the boy's falling down and getting up again and again.

Before she knew it, her eyes were already wet, and she couldn't tell whether it was rain or something else.

At an altitude of more than 300 meters, Hoffa rolled his wings and slashed across the field like lightning. With a roar that could burst eardrums, everyone saw only a black shadow flashing past.

In May of that year in 1939, the entire Hogwarts people could not forget this scene.

In the torrential rain of lightning and thunder. A giant bird descended from the sky and galloped over their heads. Like a god overlooking all living beings.

No one knows how the big bird got here.

No one knows what happened to that big bird.

They could only raise their heads blankly, like a group of Muggles, letting the downpour brought by the big bird pour down on their faces.

They had no idea what it was.

Ordinary people are destined to be unable to understand the changes of the master.

Aglaia also stared blankly at the lightning and eagle shadows in the distance, not even noticing the Winged Demon flying up from him.

The other Quidditch players were also stupefied by the astonishing sight, their mouths gaping open as if to swallow the Quaffles darting across the field.

But soon, they paid the price for their negligence.

The dancing winged demon surged up again, broke up their formation, and pulled them down from the broomsticks one by one.

Aglaia reacted, she immediately took out her wand, and wanted to leave the place on a broom, but the crooked demon first stared at her.

The torrential rain wiped out the thick gray fog on the field, revealing three tall figures below the field.

On the shoulder of the tallest man, the silver phantom monkey squeaked, it was in an extremely disturbed mood.

"Major. We, we should go!"

One of the dark wizards looked at the lightning in the distance and said in trembling German.

"Something seems to be wrong!"

Schmidt Rutrov squinted and looked at the sky.

"There may be a problem with the task, let's go."

After speaking, he waved his wand, and several broomsticks fell from the sky and fell into his hands. Among them, Aglaia was caught by the Winged Demon with a broom.

When enemies meet, they are extremely jealous.

Before Aglaia took out his wand to react, Schmidt waved his wand and instantly disarmed Aglaia.

He then rolled over and grabbed the girl's body, taking her hostage.

The three of them had just taken off for a while, when there was a loud hiss in the sky.

A dark wizard riding on a broomstick yelled in horror, "Head, what's that behind you?"

When Schmidt turned his head, he only saw a flash of lightning in the dark cloud, and then the screaming wizard was directly charred by a thick lightning, and fell straight off the broomstick.

Schmidt's face changed, and he turned the broom.

The Phantom Monkey squeaked wildly on his shoulders, and the vision of the future drove it crazy.

Countless Winged Demons held their brooms, wanting to leave this place of right and wrong as quickly as possible.

High in the sky, Hoffa looked at the fleeing Schmidt, with a hint of sarcasm flashing in his eyes.

Everything he had learned this semester was flowing in his mind, and his understanding of Transfiguration had never been greater.

The dark clouds in the sky quickly deformed, forming a huge phantom of a giant eagle that appeared in front of the arena. It spread its wings and spread lightning, firmly blocking Lutlov's way.

Schmidt raised his head in horror, only to see a huge figure flapping his wings and passing by him in the dark high sky, then made a sharp turn and appeared in front of him.

"Thunderbird! How is it possible? How could there be such a thing in Britain?" Schmidt, who was proficient in magical creatures, roared out for the first time.

On the broomstick, the kidnapped Aglaia stared blankly at the sky. Thick clouds made the sky as black as ink, and she could only see what was around her when lightning appeared.

She had a premonition, but she couldn't believe it at all.

It's him?

How can it be?

How can it be!

What on earth is this?

Hoffa rushed straight to a thousand meters above the sky like lightning, and then he folded his wings together, and rushed straight down under the lightning.

The instinct flowing in his blood made him fall in love with the feeling of diving.

Another thick bolt of lightning struck suddenly, and Schmidt turned the handle of the broom and narrowly avoided it.

But his companion was not so lucky, the other black wizard didn't say a word, he was struck by lightning and fell straight down from a height of more than 100 meters.

Hoffa flapped his wings one last time, honked, and picked up speed again.

In the next second, he was surrounded by unparalleled lightning, tore through the darkness, and hit the broomstick at a super high speed of more than 350 kilometers per hour.

boom! !

Time seemed to stand still at this moment.

The huge kinetic energy was converted into potential energy, and the muscles folded layer by layer. The hydrostatic force made the man in front of Hoffa cough up a stream of blood.

Before Schmidt could figure out what was going on, the broomstick shattered into sawdust.

He backed up and flew out, his bones smashed to pieces in that second. He spun in the sky, spitting out countless blood and pieces of meat, like a rag doll, watching Aglaia being caught in the palm of the big bird in the sky.

"impossible"

"impossible!!"

"Where's the plan? Where's that brat!?"

He vomited blood and shouted, and then he fell straight down from a height of more than 300 meters. With his Phantom Monkey and Winged Demon.

boom!

There was a loud bang.

The black wizard and the magical creatures fell into the mud in the rainstorm. Even if there was a stand-in jellyfish, he couldn't move at this moment.

In the mud, he barely raised his head and said hoarsely in horror:

"Who the hell?"

Hoffa flapped his wings and fell from the sky. When he landed on the ground, his body slowly shrank, and his wings turned back into arms. He had already returned to his human form.

He put the already dumbfounded Aglaia aside, then stepped on the stagnant water and walked towards Schmidt.

Schmidt watched the boy walking step by step in the distance, and was too shocked to say a word.

"So you were also lowered by Grindelwald?" Hoffa asked lightly.

"What are you talking about?" Schmidt clutched his arm, his voice hoarse, unable to move, one of his arms had been directly vaporized by lightning.

"It seems that you still have a little bit of nature." Hoffa raised his finger.

"With your talent, you shouldn't stay here. Believe me, this school will soon be destroyed. If you stay in this kind of place, you will... die! Don't waste your ability! With me."

"You're quite right." Hoffa interrupted Schmidt with a calm nod.

"But, I refuse."

After he finished speaking, he raised his fingers flat, and the last magic power in his body turned into a flash of lightning, which directly shocked Schmidt and fell to the ground with a plop, frothing at the mouth in convulsions, and unconscious.

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everything

The dust settled.

As the shower slowed down, Hoffa raised his eyebrows as he looked at his palm, and then at Lutrov who fell to the ground. Tried to go back, but didn't take two steps.

He felt his legs go weak and dizzy. Countless snowflakes appeared in front of his eyes.

Hoffa, who knew what was going to happen, sighed, "I really can't hang for three seconds."

Afterwards, exhausted of his magic power, energy and physical strength, he fell on his back on the muddy hunting ground, walking along the slippery slope. Rolling all the way to the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

Animagus, too much consumption