The giant dragon roared across the sky, and the crowd ran madly in the city, but they could not see the giant dragon.
In the absurd city, they cried, they broke down, they faced the loneliness in their hearts, they were in pain, they could not vent their emotions, they either went mad in silence, or died in ecstasy.
A week later. On the hillside of an unknown seaside town, Hoffa woke up from a nightmare. His face was pale, and the old wooden bed under him was hurting his back.
After a while, his golden eyes regained focus.
At this moment, it had been a week since the crazy experience in the Hogwarts. In this week, the Void Dragon that flew around the world and his soul link caused Hoffa to experience nightmares and hallucinations.
He could dream of the other party's location, thoughts, and actions, just like how Harry often dreamed of Lord Voldemort, maybe even more frequently and crazily.
He sat up on the wooden bed, and heard faint voices coming from the hillside outside the door.
"Will he be okay?"
"He's very healthy, like a bull."
Hoffa got up and walked out of the door barefooted. It turned out that in the morning sunlight, Fatir and Aglaia were talking by the fire, and there were two skewers of fish on the fire.
"I'm not asking about his health, I'm saying …"
Aglaia pointed at her head, and asked Fatir softly.
"Very few people will die more than twice."
Fatir fiddled with the fire, and said casually, "Unless that person has completely lost hope."
"Is that so …"
Aglaia saw Hoffa standing by the wooden door, and chose to keep quiet.
Fatir also saw Hoffa, and nodded slightly at him.
"Yo, you're awake."
"I'll go get some tea."
Aglaia said, she glanced at Hoffa, and went to the back of the house.
After she left, Hoffa stepped on the snow on the ground, and slowly came to the side of the campfire on the hillside, and greeted.
"Hi."
"Did you sleep well?"
Fatir asked without looking up.
"Yes."
Hoffa nodded and sat on the rock.
She put her hand on the fire and looked at the man she had not seen since school started.
The guilt and uneasiness in his heart were hard to express. Just a week ago, he had almost killed the other party's daughter.
However, it was clear that Fatir had no intention of pestering him. He pulled out a newspaper from his back and passed it to Hoffa. Hoffa took it and read it. The contents of the newspaper were shocking.
In the black-and-white magic photo, groups of people were crowded in the city. Their faces were smeared with oil paint, and they were like barbarians, smashing everything in a frenzy. There were Muggles and Wizards among them. Like a tsunami, they threw the incendiary objects in their hands at the tall buildings and cars.
Among them, someone even put his face close to the camera and shouted crazily, "God is dead!"
Accompanied by laughter, the reporter holding the camera was knocked to the ground by the chaotic crowd.
Hoffa clenched his fist and put down the newspaper.
"This country is on the verge of collapse. Every day, a large number of people die from suicide and homicide."
Fatir said softly, "No one cares about the rules anymore. Hogwarts closed their schools and Gringotts went bankrupt.
Grindelwald wants to destroy the cornerstone of the entire British society. His goal is being achieved step by step. "
After a pause, he said, "I have wasted too much time here. Grindelwald's next step must be other infrastructure. It could be Azkaban or Saint-Mango Magic Hospital.
Aglaia and I are leaving today. We are going to stop Grindelwald and end this with him. "
At this time, Aglaia came from behind with a small cup. She heard Fatir's words and exclaimed, "Father …"
However, Fatir did not pay attention to her. He looked straight at Hoffa.
"Someone needs to stop that Void Dragon as well. It is spreading chaos and nothingness in the Muggle World. It is the source of everything. If it does not disappear, despair and pain will always shroud the world. "
Aglaia sighed. She walked to Hoffa's side and handed him a cup of hot pine needle tea.
Hoffa received it gratefully and took a sip. It was slightly bitter but scalding hot.
"Do you want me to defeat that dragon?" He asked softly.
Fatir did not answer. He just looked at him.
"I don't know what to do."
Hoffa put down the newspaper. "I am not sure if I can defeat it."
"If anyone can defeat that monster, it must be you." Fatir said.
"It was born from your body. It is a monster. Only you can understand its motive and its weakness. Isn't that right?"
Hoffa took a branch and fiddled with the bonfire in front of him. After a long silence, he suddenly turned his head.
"Its body."
"What?"
"It does have part of my soul, but its body is not mine. I want to know who created its body."
"If it is only a physical life, I think it must be the work of Norbert Hagrid. He used alchemy to extract the life of other dragons and fused them into a monster."
"Norbert Hagrid?"
Hoffa was stunned. He thought of the strange adventure during his summer vacation. The wanted criminal with a full beard.
"Norbert Hagrid created another body of mine?"
"That's right. Speaking of which, I have seen him once before."
Fatir took out a note from her pocket and handed it to Hoffa.
"If you want to find him, you can follow this map. I left a magic beacon on him last time, but I have no time to look for him again."
Looking at the note, Huo Fa recalled the time during the summer vacation when Norber had abandoned him and left by himself. Did that guy really create another version of himself?
At this moment, Fatir finished her tea and stood up. "Life is hard. I think you will have to face him sooner or later."
Hoffa put away the note. "I understand."
"Very good." Fatir nodded with satisfaction.
He turned around and patted Aglaia's shoulder. "Hurry up if you have anything to say. We are about to leave."
After that, he walked down the hill and disappeared into the swaying bushes, leaving Hoffa and Aglaia by the bonfire, facing each other.
Aglaia looked at Hoffa as if she had a lot to say to him, but they only exchanged glances and knew each other's thoughts. Now, they could not retreat.
In the end, she could not say anything interesting. She just looked at Hoffa and said, "Be good. Don't do anything stupid."
Hoffa nodded. "I understand."
After a simple breakfast, Fatir left Hoffa with Aglaia. They rode on the dragon and disappeared into the sky.
At this moment, he was sitting alone by the bonfire, facing the sea in the distance. He opened the navigation-like paper that Fatir gave him.
On the paper, there was an arrow pointing to the Hebrides Islands in the distance.
After confirming the location, he silently turned around and embarked on an unknown journey. This was the second time he carried out a mission related to Norbert, but this time, it was not for adventure and excitement, but for his own salvation.
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.....
Isolated island in the North Sea, Azkaban prison.
On the ground, blood meandered, scattered with gravel and batons. Countless corpses of prison guards fell on the ground. Some had their limbs twisted into a fried dough twist, and some had big holes in their heads. Some of their bodies were even torn in half.
A silver dragon guardian sat on the top of the dungeon. Its cold eyes looked around, and such a scene did not seem to affect it at all. Azkaban's Dementors curled up in a corner under the light of the dragon guardian.
Countless prisoners in blue and white striped prison uniforms gathered under the dragon guardian. They raised their heads, and their bodies were still stained with warm blood.
Unexpectedly, they all maintained a state of absolute silence.
In the huge prison, there was a clanging sound. It was the sound of bones hitting the iron railing.
A man with pale hair ran his slender fingers across the cold iron railing and knocked on the iron surface.
In his right hand, he was dragging a beaten man. The man was wearing a black cloak. He was Azkaban's warden.
* Plop! *
The warden rolled down the stairs and was surrounded by countless prisoners who had been suppressed for years.
The warden looked up and saw the expressions of anger and worship in the prisoners' eyes, but the fanaticism was as ferocious as a beast. This scene almost made him faint.
Grindelwald stood on the top and glanced around.
"Prison, a specialty of human civilization, a machine that deprives time and hope. You are imprisoned here for murder, plunder, treason, and violence. Morally, you are all irredeemable thugs and criminals.
But in my opinion, these morals are rules, and all rules are lies. In this world, there is only one rule. There should only be one rule, survival of the fittest. "
The prisoners were in an uproar.
Grindelwald said, "I have a natural fondness for those who dare to break the rules. We are humans, and the original sin of humans exists in everyone. And sometimes, humans do not have the right to choose … right? "
After he finished speaking slowly, thunderous applause rang out in the prison. The fanaticism and hope in their eyes were even more intense. It was as if they were looking at a savior.
The applause was about to stop, and angry curses came from the ground.
"Lunatic!! Monster!! Devil!! "
It turned out to be the warden roaring. He struggled to prop himself up, pointed at Grindelwald, and cursed, "Just you wait, someone will come to deal with you …"
"I will prove it to you."
Grindelwald interrupted him slowly, but firmly, "Yes, yes, Warden. When faced with certain situations, I will become like you. "
He snapped his fingers.
"Schmidt."
In the shadows in the distance, another man walked out step by step. He was tall and wore heavy shackles. He looked at Grindelwald with tears and respect in his eyes.
Grindelwald said indifferently, "It's time to sacrifice yourself."
"Yes."
Schmidt said. He stepped forward and squatted down in front of the collapsed warden. He stuffed a sharpened iron plate into the warden's hand.
The warden looked at the iron plate in his hand with a stunned expression.
Grindelwald said, "Warden Vincent, you have two choices. One is to kill Schmidt, then you can join us and continue to live in this ridiculous world. The other is to be killed by my friend. "
"F * ck you, eat sh * t! You think I will listen to you? "The warden roared angrily.
"You only have five seconds. Rutterov will give you five seconds to kill him."
"You are a sociopath, a lunatic!"
The warden breathed heavily. "You are destined to be nailed to the wizard's pillar of shame forever."
Grindelwald was not moved at all. He stretched out his hand and said, "Five."
The countdown began.
The warden trembled and stared at Grindelwald.
Schmidt Rutterov knelt on one knee and looked at Grindelwald with deep affection.
"Four." Grindelwald put up a finger.
"Lunatic … You are a lunatic …"
The warden's breathing quickened as cold sweat dripped from his forehead.
“3，”
Grindelwald put up another finger and counted down coldly like a machine.
“3！！”
All the prisoners stared at the two people in the field with their eyes wide open. They breathed heavily and clenched their fists. They could not help but start the countdown with Grindelwald. Their voices echoed in the prison.
The warden looked at the iron plate in his hand.
"You … You are a lunatic!"
The warden was trembling like a leaf, and cold sweat was dripping from every corner of his body.
“2。”
Grindvall raised his eyebrows and revealed a faint smile. Almost immediately after, he retracted his last finger.
“1。”
At this moment, the invisible pressure was like the last straw that broke the camel's back.
The warden struggled to get up. The sharp iron plate stabbed into the neck of Rutterov, who was kneeling on the ground. Blood spurted out. The ground was dyed red in an instant.
The iron plate was pulled out. The warden looked at the red iron plate in his hand, then looked at the unmoving Rutterov. For a moment, both of them trembled. The iron plate fell to the ground. Under the immense pressure, it collapsed to the ground and cried loudly.
Grindelwald bent down and touched Rutterov's cheek. "You are the best angel."
Schmidt Rutterov fell to the ground with a smile. He was dead.
Grindelwald straightened up. He did not look at the kneeling warden or the dying Schmidt Rutterov. He stared into the void, stubborn and arrogant.
At this moment.
The tsunami-like cheers resounded in the prison. It was like paradise lost at the end of the world. After being locked in this dark prison for so long, no one wanted to stay here any longer.
The cheers lasted for less than a second before they stopped.
Grindelwald raised a finger and calmly said, "Don't worry.
"I've decided to take some people out of here and do something more meaningful. However, if you want to leave with me, there are conditions. "
Grindelwald waved his finger. With a loud bang, all the steel bars in the prison flew out and scattered in front of the prisoners.
Glyndwr looked around and stepped over Schmidt's corpse. The crowd automatically separated into two rows and he said calmly, "Let's go.
He said calmly, "Only half of the people here can leave. I only want the best. As a passport to freedom, find your opponent and kill your opponent. "
With that said, he walked through the prisoners without looking sideways.
The prisoners behind him looked at each other in dismay.
Finally, someone rushed to the metal drill on the ground. This action was like a fuse that ignited an explosive, pushing the entire prison into complete disorder and madness.
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