The sky was filled with an abnormal fog, like an omen of the end of the world. Gravel rolled on the ground. The dark clouds completely covered the moonlight, making it impossible to see any light or hope.
The transformation teacher, Ossivia, stumbled and covered her forearm as she ran in the direction of Hogwarts Castle. Her forehead was covered in cold sweat. One of her arms was bent into three pieces, and her left calf was fractured.
When she approached the hunting ground, she fell to the ground. The intense pain in her body made it almost impossible for her to walk, but at this moment, her mind was abnormally clear.
For some reason, she suddenly thought of her father. She thought of the time when he escaped from the Siberian Tundra. It was probably the same scene.
This was probably the lowest point of her life, but it was also the moment when she understood life the most.
Many times in the past, she was immersed in the pain her family had suffered, unable to extricate herself. She always tried to feel the pain her family had suffered, imagining that she should bear the pain.
But when she really suffered the same pain, she realized that there was something more important than the pain.
That was her goal.
She thought of her father, Constantine, but realized that he had been accomplishing his goal until the end of his life.
Compared to the goal of life, the external pain could only be described as so-so.
A life with a goal would not care about pain. Looking at the brightly lit castle in the distance, she suddenly felt relieved. The ghosts of her family burned in her heart, turning into strength that motivated her to stand up and stride forward.
She had to send the news of the first principal's rebirth back.
In Hogwarts School, Miranda and Aglaia were dragging heavy suitcases and following a group of students out. When they walked outside, they saw the sky filled with flying sand and stones.
Miranda did not choose to continue following. She pulled Aglaia and narrowed her eyes. "Do you feel it?"
Aglaia: "Feel what?"
Miranda slowly took off her glasses, and the gentle lines on her face turned cold.
"It's the same as the day of school. Oppressive, terrifying, wanton, and crazy aura. There's a guy here who wants to come out. Terrifying, extremely terrifying guy. "
Aglaia reacted quickly, "Half-human King, or you?"
"I'm not joking with you." Miranda turned her head coldly. "Do you have any Mana Recovery Potion?"
Aglaia: "No, I forgot."
"No?"
Miranda's arm trembled slightly. She anxiously suppressed her anxiety and said, "You don't know Hoffa. He's like a dragon with magic, but without magic, he's as useless as a muggle."
Aglaia stomped her feet. "How would I know that this guy would suddenly get up after lying in bed for a month? There were no signs that he was looking for a Half-Human King!"
"Damn it." Miranda gritted her teeth and stopped at the door.
Aglaia thought for a moment. "Then what should we do? Should we go and help him now?"
"We don't even know where he is. How can we help?"
Miranda's face gradually darkened.
At this moment, Aglaia's expression suddenly froze. She pushed Miranda violently. "Look."
Following Aglaia's finger, she raised her head. She saw a figure stumbling out of the black fog. It was the teacher of the Transformation class in a dark green robe. At this moment, she was dragging her right leg and was in a terrible state.
"Professor Romanov?"
Miranda frowned and pulled Aglaia forward quickly.
"You … You're Hoffa's friends. What are you doing here?"
Aglaia: "We're evacuating the school tomorrow. We're helping the school move things."
Glancing at Ossivia's legs and arms, Aglaia was shocked. "Hey, Professor, what's wrong with your body?"
Miranda squatted without a word and touched Ossivia's calf with her fingers. While groping, she quickly chanted a recovery spell.
Pressed down on the broken part, Ossivia's face twitched in pain, but his tone was very stable.
"Hurry up. Find Dumbledore and send him to the Black Lake immediately."
"What's wrong? What happened?"
"Hoffa's life is in danger," Ossivia said. "The real Demi-Human King is under the Black Lake."
Miranda's fingers paused.
Aglaia hissed and gasped. "What did you say? Are you serious? "
"Say no more." Miranda interrupted her. "Where did Dumbledore go?"
Aglaia: "I don't know. It seems that the dean and the Ministry of Magic have a meeting tonight. But I've seen the Minister of the Ministry of Magic. Maybe we should go find him."
"No, we should go find Dumbledore." Miranda rejected Aglaia's suggestion.
Aglaia's tone was a little agitated. "Miranda, this concerns Hoffa's life. The school is almost paralyzed. We have to find someone to talk to and solve this matter. "
"Hey, the school hasn't closed down yet!" Miranda pressed Aglaia's shoulder. "Do you think the people from the Ministry of Magic will believe you? They won't believe anything. Maybe they can't wait to see the school destroyed!"
"Don't argue."
Ossivia said weakly.
"This matter is very urgent. It can't be solved by one person. You two, find one person each and gather everyone you can find. Don't let the crowd scatter."
"What about you?"
Miranda asked.
"I'll inform Aura to protect the students and evacuate to a safe place in the school."
"Okay."
Miranda nodded to Aglaia. The two of them ran in different directions.
But before the two girls could take a step, a flash of light suddenly illuminated their faces. The two of them stopped in their tracks and looked outside. In the direction of the Black Lake, an orange mushroom cloud rose into the sky.
After two seconds, there was a sudden rumbling sound.
The ground began to tremble. The glass on the castle tower shattered.
The two girls bent down abruptly.
Aglaia asked, "What's going on?"
Ossivia's face was pale. "Quick, find a place to hide."
On the tenth floor of the Hogwarts Tower, in the principal's conference room.
There was a faint silver frost and a bright silver light in the air. A silver magic phoenix was lying on the conference table, seemingly taking a nap.
The four deans sat on one side of the conference table, looking solemn.
A bald, capable middle-aged man in a black robe and a red scarf was sitting at the head of the table. He was signing a pile of documents with parchment in his hand.
It was Leonard Spensemuen, the new minister of the Ministry of Magic who had been in office for about half a year.
Behind him were two strong Aura more than two meters tall. And behind the two Aura, there were three black-cloaked creatures more than three meters tall whose heads almost reached the ceiling.
The creatures floated in the air. The tattered cloak under them moved without wind, revealing the pale, withered, and rotten arms hidden underneath.
In the air, some faintly discernible free matter slowly drifted into the black cloak.
They turned out to be three Soul Catchers.
In the conference room, the atmosphere was cold and solemn.
After signing the document, the capable middle-aged man wearing a red scarf pushed the parchment forward. He crossed his fingers and looked across the table. "Sign it, Abusi. Once you're done, we'll be able to carry out the evacuation of the students."
Looking at the parchment that was pushed to him on the smooth table, Dumbledore pushed up his glasses and said softly, "Leonard, I think we should wait for a while."
"What's there to wait for? The war in Europe is urgent right now. I don't have time to argue with you here."
Looking at the stack of papers in front of him, Dumbledore said, "It's not time yet. The stipulated evacuation time is the day after tomorrow."
The minister of the Ministry of Magic in the black robe said, "Can't you do it as soon as possible? Are you still hoping for a miracle?"
After he said that, the three tall Soul Catchers behind him slightly puffed out their chests, as if they were trying to take something away.
But on the conference table, the silver phoenix raised its head and glanced at them, and the three Soul Catchers lowered their heads again.
Dumbledore coughed. "The law gives me a certain amount of time to consider, and I want to use this time to wait for a miracle."
Leonard took a sip of coffee. "Abusi, you and I have known each other for many years, so I'll get straight to the point. With all due respect, this is meaningless. The education decree has been signed, and the fate of this school is not in your hands. "
"The rules are set by people. After all, this is the world of people."
Dumbledore looked out the window. "If possible, I'd rather have hope."
"Enough!"
The minister of the Ministry of Magic slammed the table and stood up.
"Life is not a philosophical speech, Abusi."
A flash of light interrupted his words.
The minister of the Ministry of Magic turned his head abruptly, only to see a flame in the distance.
Abusi and Dumbledore stood up abruptly and looked into the distance. Even the silver phoenix on the table raised its head abruptly.
The cup on the table began to vibrate ominously.
Dumbledore gave the order without hesitation.
"Horace, go to the hall and evacuate the students. Take them to the deepest basement of Slytherin.
"Miles, take all the prefects and come out with me. Activate the school's emergency shield."
The minister of the Ministry of Magic asked sternly, "What's going on?!"
Just as he finished speaking, there was a rumbling explosion in the distance. The fire completely illuminated the conference room, and the heads of the three Soul Catchers drifted back a little.
Dumbledore pushed the door open, turned his head, and said quickly, "If you don't want to die in Hogwarts, bring your Aura and come with me!"
The mirror world.
On the turbulent surface of the water.
The flames of the explosion soared into the sky. Hoffa lay on the surface of the lake, strangling Silby and roaring, "What the hell did you do?"
"You should be asking yourself, what did you choose?" Silby laughed. "First here, then outside. You, me, the teachers and students of Hogwarts, none of you can escape."
Hoffa held him tightly, the heart in his chest beating like a drum.
"Do you want to die together with the school?"
Silby shook his head. "Life is not only about calculation, it's also about luck, brother. I've done all I can. Even if I die, I'll die in my own post. This rule was set by me. "
Hoffa's trembling fingers loosened, and he forced himself to calm down.
He couldn't leave Silby here and rely on him to wash away Amando's guilt. But he couldn't stay here either, otherwise, if the Hogwarts were destroyed, everything he did would be meaningless.
Gritting his teeth, he dragged Silby's leg, picked up the Orb of Hogwarts, and ran with all his might. As he ran, a pair of huge metal wings unfolded on his back, and he was as fast as lightning.
With a boom, he flew high into the air and jumped into the lake in the sea of fire.
The world reversed, and in the next second, with a splash, Hoffa flew out of the black lake like an arrow.
At this moment, the real world had turned into a sea of fire, and the explosion reached the center of Hogwarts.
The power of the explosion of ten thousand tons of TNT made Hoffa unable to breathe. The oxygen in the air was sucked dry, and the temperature was more than a hundred degrees.
He held his breath, flapped his wings without hesitation, and shot toward the Castle of Hogwarts at lightning speed.
Above the castle's hunting ground, he quickly stopped and turned around.
Crazy explosions came from the distance, and in the forbidden forest, countless trees rose into the sky. In the distance, the city walls that Aura built when the school started were turned into mottled fragments in the sea of fire.
Turning his head again, Hoffa heard a loud scream coming from the castle. Countless students crowded the windows and doors of the castle, panicking and running around in panic.
Ossivia led the other teachers and class leaders out of the castle, trying to form a shield in the air.
"Look at them, don't they look like a group of sheep?"
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