Three days later, Hoffa followed the guidance of Fatir's map and came to a small town by the river. The houses on the streets were low and there were several old fishing boats with internal combustion engines moored at the dock.
However, these fishing boats were now burning with raging flames. They were emitting black smoke. Countless ghostly figures shuttled through the dark night sky. They covered their heads and swayed unsteadily. Some were holding bricks and stones and repeatedly smashing them. No one knew what they were smashing.
Some people were tearing their own bodies apart, walking on the streets like numb corpses.
There were also some people who were like sardines. Wherever the school of fish swam, they swam there. They followed behind the large group, but they did not understand why they followed behind the large group.
Chaos and insanity continued to gnaw away at people's rationality, which made Huo Fa shocked. He began to gradually understand that everyone was a product of loneliness, but very few people could really learn to live with loneliness.
People invented entertainment, social interaction, order, division of labor, and everything else. People relied on rules for warmth. Once the rules were stripped away, the world would descend into chaos.
The whole world would fall into a primitive state of chaos and pain, which was probably what Grindelwald wanted to see.
Now, under the influence of the Void Dragon, the hope of the entire world was collapsing in a chain.
There was not much time left for him.
He looked at the map and ran in the chaotic and crazy crowd. Now, he could only hope that Norbert was not affected by him.
???? He didn't walk far before he felt faint mana fluctuations. Those fluctuations were very weak.
???? Hoffa's eyes lit up. He was lucky that there were wizards in this town. He followed the magic wave.
? Following the faintly discernible magical wave, Huo Fa came to an alley filled with trash. The shops on the street were shining with circles of broken neon lights. The dirty water on the ground reflected the red and blue light.
The ceiling was densely covered with interconnected wires, and the walls were covered with posters that looked like psoriasis. Seeing such a place, Huo Fa couldn't help but think of the Wu's Orphanage.
???? A faintly discernible cry entered Huo Fa's ears.
???? "Let me go! Let me go … "
???? There was a crackling sound coming from the garbage dump, mixed with someone's cry of pain. Hoffa turned the corner and saw a few boys about his age blocking the garbage at the end of the alley. They were kicking something with their feet.
White saliva flowed out of their mouths. Their eyes were red as if they were crazy.
???? He slowly walked closer and poked his head out to take a look. These children were actually attacking a tall and burly adult. The man was wearing a tattered and dirty shirt. He fell to the ground in the rain and trembled. The rain on the ground was mixed with a trace of pink.
???? "Monster, you're a monster …"
The leading boy with yellow hair said crazily.
"Heresy … evil …"
Another child said fanatically.
???? "… Let's kill him …"
A boy, "I can't wait."
"What's the rush … Let him die … Isn't it … Satisfying …?"
The yellow-haired boy stammered, "I … I don't want him to die. He's too evil …"
"Then what should we do …"
"I'll cut his limbs into pieces and revive him. Haha. "
As he spoke, he shook his head and laughed.
???? "That makes sense."
A boy raised the blade and licked it crazily. His mouth was full of blood. Then he raised the blade and was about to stab the body of the man on the ground.
???? The moment the blade was about to stab, a hand like an iron clamp grabbed his wrist, making him unable to move.
???? When the big boy turned his head, he found an unfamiliar youth who was about the same age as him standing beside him. But before he could see clearly who the boy was, a karate chop landed on the back of his neck, knocking him out.
Then, in less than three seconds, the four chaotic and crazy boys all fainted. They fell to the ground like broken sacks.
????
???? Huo Fa sighed and turned around to look.
It was only then that he saw clearly the man who was cowering between the two trash cans. He was covered in cuts and bruises. And that man was looking at him with a pair of brown beetle-like eyes.
???? Man?
???? A flash of lightning lit up his face.
???? No, it might not be a man. Because although this person was big, his face was surprisingly young. Fear. That's right, he was the guy with the magic wave.
???? Hoffa looked at him for a while and felt that he was familiar. So he reached out and said gently, "Hey, are you okay?"
???? Rupert Hagrid looked at the boy who was still twitching and foaming in the trash. His head was lowered. He curled up in fear and did not say a word.
???? "Are you okay?" Hoffa tilted his head. "You're a wizard, right?"
???? "I'm not, I'm not …"
???? The big guy covered his face in fear and stepped back. But behind him was a wall and there was nowhere to go.
Hoffa looked at the boy's face carefully. It was similar to Norbert's. A trace of a long time ago finally surfaced. He understood the boy's identity. That magical animal fanatic, the most important supporting character in the future Harry Potter era.
Huo Fa saw some hope in him that he wasn't crazy. He took a step forward and asked softly,
"Norbert is your father, right?"
Maybe it was because his mental force field was very gentle, or maybe it was because his tone was different from those crazy people. The big boy in front of him gradually calmed down.
He looked up at Hoffa's eyes and nodded slowly.
"Yes … Yes."
????
Hoffa held Hagrid down and said softly, "Let me see your father, okay?"
Rupert was stunned. Then he pouted and said pitifully.
"Father has gone crazy."
"Are you crazy …?"
Huo Fa murmured. He was not too surprised by the answer. He had seen far too many people who had lost their minds along the way. "It's okay. Let me see him."
Looking at the golden eyes under the gray hair, Hagrid nodded. He got up from the ground and picked up a small paper bag. There were two small pieces of bread in the small paper bag. He carefully put the bread away and said to Hoffa, "Let's go.
"Follow me."
Hoffa followed behind Hagrid. They passed through the crazy and chaotic town, through the dark and burning forest, and through the wheat fields where crows were flying.
Finally, they came to an abandoned farm. Just as they stood at the entrance of the farm, Hoffa smelled a pungent smell of alcohol.
Pushing the door open, he saw a man with disheveled hair lying on top of a tall pile of straw. He was wrapped in a thick coat, and there were piles and piles of discarded alcohol bottles scattered around him.
It was Norbert Hagrid, but this man's eyes were no longer as active and sharp as they were during the summer vacation. Instead, they were filled with confusion and exhaustion.
Seeing Hoffa come over, he turned his head and looked at him numbly. Hoffa was shocked. The look in his eyes was the same as when he chose to die.
Hagrid stepped forward and took out the two small pieces of bread from his pocket, but Norbert pushed him away forcefully. He cursed loudly, "Where's the wine … Where's my f * cking wine …?"
"It's gone. I can't find it."
Norbert said in a low voice.
"Trash … Get out!"
Norbert roared and pushed him away, but he used too much force and rolled down the pile of bottles. He did not care. He rolled on the ground for a long time, but all he could find were empty bottles. He was annoyed and flopped around the pile of bottles like paddling water.
Hoffa looked around and saw a half-empty bottle of wine on the cabinet, so he walked over and picked it up. He walked up to Norbert and bent down to give it to him.
"It's you …?"
Norbert was drooling. He glanced at him and snatched the bottle. He looked up and gulped down a mouthful of wine. "Do you know … who can go to heaven … burp …"
Hoffa said in a low voice, "Someone who is not allergic to alcohol."
"Haha, you're smart. I f * cking knew you weren't simple."
Then, he kicked Hagrid's ankle while lying on the ground.
"Get out … You're not as good as a … stranger."
Hoffa pulled Hagrid's shoulder and dragged him away. Then, he stood up and walked to the aggrieved big boy. He patted Hagrid's arm and said softly, "Go out and wait for me."
Hagrid looked at the man's pure eyes. Even though the man was only as tall as his shoulder, Hagrid couldn't help but feel a sense of trust towards him. A sense of trust.
He nodded, turned around, and ran outside. He stopped outside the haystack on the farm and stuck his head out to look inside the house.
Inside the house, Hoffa sat down cross-legged beside Norbert.
"What's wrong with you? You're out?"
Norbert said with drunken eyes. "I f * cking thought … I thought you were locked up in Azkaban."
"There was a rebellion in Azkaban. All the prisoners escaped," Hoffa said softly. "Grindelwald destroyed the place."
"So you took advantage of the chaos to escape? You're quite smart. "
Norbert took another sip of wine. "Why, why are you looking for me? To take revenge? "
Hoffa just looked at him and said nothing.
"Don't f * cking look at me like that, kid."
Norbert waved his hand in annoyance. "If you were me, you would have escaped too. If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for not knowing Mirage Transfiguration … "
"I'm not here to argue with you."
Hoffa interrupted him.
"Did you create that monster?"
Norbert said, "I created … What did I create?"
"The Void Dragon?"
"The … Void … Dragon …"
Norbert laughed out loud. "… What are you talking about? Can nothingness be created? Don't joke around … "
He gulped down a mouthful of wine and threw the bottle away. Then he lay on the ground and was about to sleep. Hoffa reached out and pulled him up by the collar.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm going to stop it."
"Stop it? You're finished … This world is finished. You don't know Grindelwald at all. You don't know how crazy he is. "
Hoffa said, "I'm not talking to you about Grindelwald. I'm talking to you about that monster."
"Monster!!"
Norbert suddenly roared.
"What f * cking monster? You keep saying that it's a monster. I'll f * cking tell you what it is. That's reality, a meaningless reality!
I've worked so hard for 40 years. I've worked so hard for 40 years on biological fusion technology, but it was taken away before it could even take shape. It's all for someone else!
This is my life's work, and now it's been taken away. What else do you expect to get from me? My existence is worthless … "
Hoffa pressed down on his shoulder, trying to calm him down. Unexpectedly, this action caused the other party to resist fiercely.
"You f * cking dare to touch me! You little b * stard, if it wasn't for you … I wouldn't have … "
Hoffa pressed Norbert under his body, pressing down on his arm as if he was pressing down on an injured beast.
"Don't even think about going there."
"Don't even think about going there!"
Norbert roared. "That's my 40 years of hard work. You tell me not to think about it? Don't you understand? We're just pawns under someone else … "
"Do you still remember that cabin?"
Hoffa asked.
"We're pawns!"
Norbert was still roaring sadly. "We're f * cking pawns!"
"Do you still remember that cabin?"
Hoffa raised his voice.
"What f * cking cabin do I remember? Get the f * ck out of here!"
Norbert tried to push Hoffa away. His fingers touched a glass bottle, so he smashed it at Hoffa's face.
Bang!!
The bottle shattered on Hoffa's face.
The wine stained his hair and cheeks, but his expression did not even change. He grabbed Norbert's hand and pulled the bottle away.
"Do you still remember what you said to me?"
"What the f * ck did I say to you!?"
Norbert struggled with all his might.
"Humans have to live like dragons!"
Hoffa pressed him down.
"Dragons don't care if they will die tomorrow. They don't care if they will be eaten by a bigger dragon. They don't even care if they are f * cked by another male dragon in heat."
Hoffa pressed him down and said loudly, "Dragons only care about whether they can eat their fill, whether they can breed enough offspring, and whether their offspring can survive."
"F * ck off! I never said that! "
Norbert struggled with all his might, his muscles spasming.
"I don't remember, I don't remember!"
"You still have offspring, you haven't completed your life goal!"
Hoffa roared. He pointed at Norbert, who was standing outside, and pointed at his frightened little face.
"Your son might have an extraordinary career in the future! Do you want to ruin his future here? "
This sentence was like a sharp arrow that hit his vitals, and Norbert stopped moving. His stiff and hard body slowly relaxed.
Hoffa stood up and looked at Norbert, who was lying in the pile of wine bottles, and panted. "Listen, I can help you become the best dragon tamer, but you have to follow my plan."
In the end, Norbert covered his face and began to howl like a wild beast. He hit the ground with his head.
Hoffa did not say anything. He just stood to the side, waiting and observing silently.
Finally, with Hoffa's company, he got rid of the anxiety of existence. After a painful struggle, Norbert got up, leaned against the haystack, and looked up with a bruised face.
"What can you do?"
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