Hoffa raised his head, and the wound on his face slowly healed.
"Don't be so stubborn. Let the other deans deal with it."
Ossivia looked away from Hoffa's hand.
"I have to say, you're the first student I've ever taught, and possibly the best student I've ever taught in my life."
"Thank you for the compliment, Professor Romanov. Can we make peace now?"
Ossivia shook her head, "I can give you an A + grade at the end of the semester, but don't even think about covering up for anyone in this school."
"I don't want to cover up, I just want the other deans to come over."
"Do you think I don't know what those deans will do?"
Ossivia sneered and said sharply:
"They will forcibly suppress this matter as if it never happened. They will use the Oblivion Spell on you like they used on Muggles. They will protect the stain of this school like they protect the secrets of the entire wizard society.
It's because there are some people who value stability above all else that they allow chaos and injustice to happen. "
She raised her voice.
"You tolerate, tolerate every day, and give in. You watch all kinds of terrible things happen around you, but you're indifferent. You're thinking about how to stabilize the community! "
She said calmly, but her body was trembling. The killing intent in the air was getting stronger and stronger. She was trying her best to suppress her anger.
"You think I won't change, but when have you ever changed? From the beginning, you've been with me with Ravenclaw's arrogance. Even now, you're still arrogantly standing in front of me and criticizing me! "
Her words made Hoffa speechless.
He even wanted to retreat, but when he looked behind him, his thighs were as heavy as a thousand pounds.
"But not this time."
Hoffa said with difficulty, clenching the necklace tightly.
"You can't just kill people."
Ossivia threw away her wand and said straightforwardly, "You're indeed good at shapeshifting, but you don't understand human shapeshifting.
A true shapeshifting expert doesn't need to rely on external objects. "
She abandoned the Shield Spell, and scales appeared around her eyes. It was very demonic. Her right arm actually started to glow with a light green metallic luster. The metallic luster quickly wrapped around her arm. She raised her arm and her fingernails were as sharp as knives.
Hoffa was so shocked that he took a step back.
Ossivia had actually transformed his arm into metal, yet he was still able to maintain his neural activity. It was simply unbelievable.
"Come on, Bach."
With that, she swung her snake tail and disappeared on the spot.
So fast!
Hoffa's eyes scanned the surroundings, but he could not catch her speed. He quickly retreated and placed a stone slab in front of him.
Boom! Boom! Boom! After a few explosions, the stone slabs shattered into pieces. When Ossivia rushed out, her entire body was almost glowing with a metallic luster.
Hoffa did not know what the cost of such a transformation was, but there was no doubt that it would not be small. It seemed that Ossivia had brought out their trump card.
She raised her arm and smashed it down without any fancy moves. Hoffa blocked it with his sword.
The two of them walked past each other.
Boom!!
The tiles under Hoffa's feet shattered into seven pieces, and he knelt on the ground. He felt a sweetness in his throat.
He looked at his palm. It was just a simple movement, but the web between his thumb and forefinger was numb and bleeding.
He could feel the wand wail. It was also very painful just now. Ossivia's power in this state was too great.
"Bear with it, brother."
Hoffa said softly. He shook the back of his hand.
However, misfortune never came alone. The wound on the back of his hand did not heal.
He slowly became shorter, and his activated state was gradually disappearing. His mental energy could not maintain the state of activation any longer.
Ossivia in front of him slowly turned around. Half of her body had transformed into metal.
Damn it!
Hoffa looked at the Dippet who was bound by countless Aura in the stone prison.
He could not delay any longer.
He had to end the battle quickly.
He took a deep breath, stood up, forced himself to focus, and stopped the decline of his activated state.
His eyes firmly locked onto Ossivia's eyes, which were her only weakness now.
The broadsword in his hand slowly became thinner, and gradually turned into a boxing glove that wrapped around Hoffa's arm, forming a long and thin silver fist.
Ossivia did not even look at Hoffa's armor. She said coldly, "Still not giving up? How much longer can you hold on?"
"I can stay like this for the whole day." Hoffa's face was pale as he smiled. "Professor Romanov."
Ossivia swung her snake tail and smashed away countless stones.
Hoffa focused all his strength on his arm. He bent his legs and stood on the ground like an ancient fencer. His eyes firmly locked onto his opponent's only weakness.
Her body gradually enlarged in Hoffa's pupils.
Closer.
She raised her arm, and all the snake hair on her head opened their mouths.
It was getting closer.
He turned sideways and stretched out his arm. The silver tip of the sword quickly enlarged in Ossivia's eyes.
But to Hoffa's surprise, Ossivia did not dodge. She did not care about the fist that could pierce through her head. She fiercely opened her sharp claws and scratched at Hoffa's shoulder. It was a fight with her life on the line.
Her green pupils were less than a centimeter away from the sharp blade.
It was as if her eyeballs would explode in the next second, and her brain would splatter everywhere.
Lunatic!
Hoffa gritted his teeth.
In a flash, the fist's direction deviated and floated past the opponent's neck, leaving a deep white mark.
Then, a sharp pain came from his shoulder.
Ossivia's steel-like sharp nails directly pierced Hoffa's shoulder. She pressed Hoffa against the wall with a bang. The whole room shook.
Blood flowed down Ossivia's arm and dripped to the ground. Hoffa was suspended in the air. His entire left arm was completely paralyzed. His right arm gripped Ossivia's arm tightly and withdrew from the activated state.
The two of them faced each other. Hoffa coughed violently, and specks of blood splattered on the opponent's face. He sneered hoarsely, "Are you satisfied?"
The red in Ossivia's eyes gradually faded. Gradually, her expression changed from pleasure and coldness to shock.
She withdrew from the Banshee form.
She slowly became thin and short until she became an ordinary girl with disheveled hair. Then, a cut appeared on her white neck, and blood flowed out.
Thud.
She pulled out her bloody hand from Hoffa's shoulder. She covered her bleeding neck.
The two of them each took a step back. Both of them were injured.
Hoffa covered his left shoulder and leaned against the wall. He turned to look at Ossivia and said, "Is this what you want?"
Ossivia looked at her bloody hand, and then at the culture fluid under Hoffa that was gradually dyed red with blood.
"Why didn't you dodge?" She was expressionless as she pushed away an Aura who wanted to help her.
Hoffa picked up his wand from the ground with one hand. "Sorry, I can't let you destroy the school. Even if the principal is guilty, I hope that a professional will decide. "
There was silence for a few seconds.
Ossivia's eyes were empty.
"I respect your choice. I will not interfere in the Hogwarts anymore. I will hand this matter over to Wesengamore. We are done here."
Hoffa looked at her. He knew that some innate personality flaws might be difficult to change with acquired experience. Their team had almost never been stable. Whether it was during the summer vacation or now.
"Let's end it here." Hoffa nodded.
She took a step forward and stretched out her arm, as if she wanted to shake Hoffa's hand.
But this action was misunderstood.
"Stop!!"
Suddenly, a roar came from outside the crowd.
Then, a metal arm appeared out of thin air and slammed into Ossivia's chest, sending her flying more than twenty meters and deep into the wall.
The Aura took a step forward, and then an invisible barrier appeared on the ground. Like two invisible sides of glass, they couldn't make a sound and couldn't help Ossivia.
Outside the secret room, a tall man walked in, shocked and angry. He raised his wand and shouted, "What's going on!?"
It was Dumbledore.
Hoffa turned his head and sighed.
It was finally here.
The deans of the four academies were standing in front of the door of the secret room, followed by a large number of school teachers.
Immediately, an old man with white hair stood out from the Aura and said coldly, "This is the crime scene, no one is allowed to enter."
Dumbledore pushed the person in front of him away and ignored him.
Slughorn quickly stepped forward and pointed his wand at the old man with white hair, his expression serious.
"Don't move, Morris."
Dumbledore quickly walked over and held Hoffa with one hand, pressing his fingers on his wound to stop the blood from flowing.
Hoffa had never seen Dumbledore so angry. Almost every strand of his auburn beard was trembling. The huge magic pressure in the air shattered the walls and the ground.
He turned his head and looked at the girl in the rubble and said coldly,
"Miss Romanov, this is your teaching assistant, I think you need to give me an explanation!"
Ossivia slowly got up from the rubble. Facing the angry Dumbledore, she didn't show any fear, only complete emptiness and disappointment in her eyes.
She looked at Hoffa for a few seconds, then turned her head to look at the unconscious Dippet in the stone cell.
"Let your superior explain it to you."
With that, she took off the silver badge that represented her as a teacher, threw it on the ground, turned around, and staggered away.
Dumbledore wanted to stop her, but the old Aura with white hair stopped Dumbledore.
"The Ministry of Magic will take care of this, Abusi."
With that, the barrier restraining Aura shattered, and they followed behind Ossivia.
At this time, the teachers, teaching assistants, and prefects of the school all rushed to the scene. They watched this scene unfold in disbelief.
Dumbledore's face was ashen, but he didn't choose to chase after them and reason with them. He first instructed the three teachers to follow Aura's team.
Then, he helped Hoffa up and handed him over to Slughorn.
"Take him for treatment," Dumbledore ordered.
Slughorn immediately caught Hoffa and said emotionally, "What an amazing child, come with me."
However, Hoffa pushed the chubby potions teacher away.
At this moment, the aftereffects of the activated state surged up like a tsunami. Endless blankness was washing away Hoffa's spirit, but one thing supported him, allowing him to stand up forcefully in this state.
"Wait a minute, Professor Dumbledore."
Hoffa said.
Dumbledore was checking the surroundings. He turned his head and said sternly, "What's going on, hurry up and treat Horace's injuries!"
However, Hoffa handed Ravenclaw's commemorative coin to Dumbledore, pointed to the black coffin in the corner, and said,
"Open it, destroy it."
The four deans' eyes all turned to the black coffin in the corner of the dark room.
Looking at the coin in Hoffa's hand and then at the black coffin in the corner, Dumbledore was a little absent-minded. He muttered, "I'm not sure if I should do that."
"This is the source, don't you understand, Professor? That was given to him by Grindelwald. "
His head was getting dizzier. Hoffa held his temples, panting heavily as he urged, "Hurry up, finish my job."
Dumbledore looked at the other deans around him. He took a deep breath, took the coin, and helped Hoffa up.
The two of them came to the black coffin, and Dumbledore pressed the coin in the middle of the three rings.
Click. As if some mechanism had been triggered, the three rings turned at the same time. A crown, a bracelet, and a coin.
The goat's head slowly separated, revealing a handle inside.
Dumbledore grabbed the handle and lifted the lid of the coffin. At this moment. He raised his magic wand and pointed it at the coffin.
The other deans around him also took out their magic wands. Then, all the deans slowly lowered their magic wands.
Endless knowledge?
Or someone's bones?
No.
There was nothing.
There were no piles of books, no rotting corpses, and nothing terrible had happened.
Other than some accumulated dust falling from the top of the coffin, there was nothing else.
It was empty.
It was as if it was silently mocking everyone present.
Hoffa, who had witnessed all this, had expected it. He pursed his lips and let out a long breath. The side effects of the activated state and the haze of failure had completely overdrawn his spirit.
He had used all his strength to hit the air, and two months of hard work had gone down the drain.
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