Hoffa leaned against the wall, hugging the black and white cat, and listened to the conversation in the corridor.
Grindelwald asked, "What time is it?"
Dumbledore asked, "What did you say?"
Grindelwald said indifferently, "Oh, because depending on the time, he could be a man or a dragon."
Dumbledore asked, "What do you mean, what dragon?"
Grindelwald said, "Abusi, you transported fire dragons from other countries back to the Hogwarts and asked Fatir Dracath to raise them for you. You even convinced the alchemist Norb Hagrid to work for you and let him mass produce dragon eggs for you. It's convenient for you to train a group of elite soldiers who will be invincible on the wizard battlefield.
But do you think you know him that well? That alchemy maniac, do you think you can make him obedient by giving him some small benefits? "
Dumbledore shook. "Norb Hagrid is one of your people?"
"Tsk, no, poor Norb. He only wants to develop an ultimate creature that combines the advantages of all fire dragons. I think you've probably heard about it. "
Dumbledore said, "That's impossible."
"Yes, it's impossible. Because no matter how perfect a body is, without the support of a soul, it's just a joke. But a super body, plus Hoffa and Bach's suppressed souls and instincts. Tsk, tsk, tsk … Abusi, can you imagine that kind of monster? "
Dumbledore took a few steps back and looked at him in disbelief.
Grindelwald spread his hands. "What, Headmaster Dumbledore, are you depressed about losing control of everything? Do you feel that your efforts to control everything are futile? "
Dumbledore pulled out his wand and pressed it against Grindelwald's head. The hard tip of the wand tilted Grindelwald's head.
Grindelwald raised a finger.
"Let me give you a friendly reminder. A monster that is completely out of anyone's control will appear. If you and the rest of the students stay here, you might die at any moment."
Dumbledore's chest heaved violently. He raised his wand, gritted his teeth, and said, "Horace, evacuate all the students and take them to the station."
The pale-faced Slughorn raised his wand and slowly retreated.
After Slughorn was pushed away, Dumbledore questioned him sternly.
"Where is Bach?"
"It's too late."
"Where's Bach?" Dumbledore roared. "He's only 14 years old. He has nothing to do with our feud."
"A grudge between you and me? Grindelwald sneered. "We're on different sides, so let's not talk nonsense."
Dumbledore asked, "What exactly do you want?"
"Oh, you finally want to negotiate a deal?"
Grindelwald pointed at the wand on his head.
Dumbledore put down his wand and asked in a low voice, enunciating each word clearly.
"Where, is, Huo, Fa, Ba, Kh?"
Grindelwald raised his hand.
"Okay, I can tell you where he is, but the next part is crucial. We'll trade one for one. Either you let me go, and I'll tell you where he is, and you save him, or … "
Grindelwald stretched his hand forward. "You take me to Azkaban."
"You …"
Dumbledore's voice stagnated, and he fell into silence.
Grindelwald sneered. "What, Hitler is right in front of you, and you don't want to catch him? Abusi? If you catch me, the entire European wizard battlefield will be pacified. "
After he finished his teasing, only the stifling sound of breathing could be heard in the corridor.
"What, not talking?" Grindelwald asked softly. "Or do you want to kill me?"
As he spoke, he actually pulled out the Elder's Wand, placed it in Dumbledore's hand, and pressed the wand against his own head.
"It's not impossible."
The other professors around were stunned. They held their wands, looked at each other, or looked at Dumbledore, completely at a loss.
Dumbledore held the Elder's Wand, unable to breathe, and his face became paler. He gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words from between his teeth.
"You … you devil!"
"So what if I'm a devil? Devils come from reality. "Grindelwald's expression turned cold.
"But I don't create gods. I never create gods that look perfect, but are illusory and have no flaws."
Dumbledore's face twitched, and the wand in his hand began to tremble. Grindelwald was extremely cold.
"Choose, Abusi, to control me, or to save Bach."
When this sentence was asked, everyone held their breaths. Not only the professors behind him, but even Hoffa, who was eavesdropping upstairs, held his breath. He felt like an actor walking on a tightrope, swaying in the air without a safety rope. And what kept his mind balanced was his trust in the school.
Dumbledore stood in place. Finally, he said word by word, "Send him to Azkaban."
Half of the professors exclaimed.
"Abusi!"
"Abusi?"
"Dumbledore!"
"Shut up!" Dumbledore's face was as cold as iron, and he took a step back.
"Tie up this self-righteous lunatic and send him to Azkaban for trial."
The professors of the four major schools hesitated for a moment, but under the orders of the vice-chancellor, they stepped forward and waved their wands.
Countless magic spells gushed out from the wands of the professors, transforming into red iron chains that tightly bound Grindvall. Round after round, layer after layer, they bound Grindvall.
Grindelwald didn't even look at the chains on his body. He whispered sarcastically, "What a good leader, Abusi. Just like how you treat your sister. After so many years, the real you hasn't changed at all … "
Dumbledore put away the elder's wand and punched Grindelwald's face without thinking, causing his lips to split open. His cheeks were swollen.
But Grindelwald calmly raised his head, licked his lips, and blinked into the distance as if he was talking to an invisible person.
Dumbledore turned around and followed Grindelwald's gaze, but he saw nothing.
.....
.....
Grindelwald's smile was clearly imprinted in Hoffa's eyes.
It was like a roller coaster that had reached the bottom and suddenly had a power outage. It could no longer go up.
He leaned against the wall and slowly squatted down, letting out a long breath.
At this moment, he finally understood Grindelwald's plan. He openly exposed his relationship with the Hogwarts and Dumbledore.
He understood the other party's plan, but there was nothing he could do. He felt cold and powerless. All his perseverance had lost its meaning at this moment. This was a pain that even Azkaban's Dementors had never brought him.
After sitting for a while, he hugged the cat and slowly walked around the Hogwarts.
He walked to an empty classroom on the third floor, opened the door, walked in, and put the black and white cat on the podium. He stroked the cat's head, kissed it, and whispered, "I'm sorry."
The cat meowed, but the meaning was unclear.
Then, Hoffa walked out of the classroom and locked the door.
He walked alone in the empty Hogwarts, his fingers slowly moving across the thousand-year-old stone tiles on the walls. For a thousand years, there was no one like him in this school. A person who walked alone in a corner without anything beside him.
He completely dropped his disguise.
He began to think, to think about himself.
The more he thought, the more he realized that he was meaningless.
He thought of Miranda, he thought of Silby, he thought of Grindelwald, he thought of Dumbledore, he thought of Fatir.
Everyone had their own plans, everyone had their own goals, except for him.
All this time, he had been living in the shadows of others. He passively stopped his opponents, passively helped others, passively accepted others' ideas, and passively allowed the world to change him.
Other than some simple thoughts, he had never thought about what he really wanted. He did not understand his position in the universe at all.
He had no goals. He had no parents in his life, no godfather like Sirius, and no opponent like Lord Voldemort to motivate him to seek revenge. He had no regrets from his previous life. He did not have many thoughts about material things.
At first, he felt the novelty of magic, but gradually, he realized that magic and superpowers were meaningless.
When he was a child, he thought that magic was cool and dazzling, but that was just curiosity and novelty for something he had never seen before. But this curiosity could not fill his emptiness.
He had no pursuits, no motivation, no goals.
As a human, his essence was blank.
Hogwarts could not fill this void.
No one could fill this void.
He continued to think. He could not stop thinking.
He thought about his feelings for Hogwarts. What exactly was he protecting with that unreasonable passion and that indescribable persistence?
In the end, he realized that he was not protecting Hogwarts. He was protecting his fantasy of life, his simple desire.
Reality was filled with all kinds of desires, like a pot of chaos. Sex, benefits, dignity, fame, war …
It was precisely because the reality was so cruel that he built a utopia in his heart and tried to project himself into this utopia.
But Hogwarts was not a utopia. No place was a utopia. Hogwarts were Hogwarts, and reality was only reality. Cruel, chaotic.
He walked to the hunting grounds of the school. The breeze blew through the winter snow on the ground, and he breathed out a frosty white mist.
He thought about how he fought Silby in the air here last year. And now, Hoffa asked himself, would he make the same decision again?
He did not know.
The only thing he knew was that he could no longer go back.
Either he would become like reality, or he would choose to be destroyed …
In the sky, a blood red full moon shone. Hoffa walked to the edge of the hunting grounds near the black lake. He stood on a cliff more than a hundred meters high, looked at the sparkling lake in front of him, and slowly turned around.
At this moment, his shadow was following behind him. Under the blood red full moon, the shadow was not in the shape of a human at all. It meandered like venom with terrible colors.
Then, the shadow struggled to get up from the ground and quickly expanded into a transparent behemoth more than a hundred meters long.
The young man stood in front of the dragon. He was not even as long as one of its front teeth.
The colorful dragon breathed out a pungent smell of sulfur and whispered, "Do you think you can get rid of me? Use a simple and crude secret room? "
At this point, Hoffa was surprisingly calm. He looked at the dragon's head in front of him and said lightly, "Do it."
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