"So?"
Hoffa furrowed his brows.
"So I want to do something for my master. I want to fire the Mark of the Dark Devil and announce this great moment!" In the Black Forest, Buddy Jr. said fanatically.
Hoffa's mouth was wide open as he gradually realized that Buddy Jr. was obviously one of those die-hard fans of celebrities in the future. He didn't have much of his own opinion and didn't have much of a brain. He would become a fan of anyone he saw. He showed a high degree of recognition and loyalty to the group he belonged to and showed a high degree of hatred and hostility to other groups. On one hand, he would do his best to praise the person he liked, and on the other hand, he didn't care if that person had the ability to sit in that position. In the end, he wasn't protecting Lord Voldemort at all, but his own fragile self-esteem.
If he fired the Mark of the Dark Devil at this time, wouldn't it push the extremely weak Lord Voldemort to the public? Originally, the Ministry of Magic thought that he was dead, but if he did that, wouldn't he be roaring to the heavens: I'm not dead yet, come find me!
He quivered. He definitely couldn't let this idiot fire the Mark of the Dark Devil. This would simply make his plan much more difficult to carry out.
"You dare!!"
Hoffa suddenly shouted, scaring Buddy Jr. so much that he sat on the ground.
However, just as he was about to yell at this guy and completely extinguish his thoughts.
Pa pa pa …
Hurried footsteps came from afar.
He turned his head immediately and saw a panic-stricken, strange man in a Highland pleated kilt and a South American cape rush out of the thick forest.
Before Huo Fa could react to what was going on, Huo Fa was stunned.
Bang!!
Then came the crisp sound of a gunshot from behind.
The man in the kilt fell to the ground.
Only then did Hoffa recognize this person. Wasn't this the official from the Ministry of Magic who welcomed him into the Quidditch World Cup camp in the morning?
He hurriedly rushed over and helped the man up. He saw that his whole body was trembling. A bullet had hit his back, and strange green smoke was coming out of his wound.
"What's wrong with you?" Hoffa asked in shock.
"If you sleep, you'll die if you sleep … If you sleep, you'll die!!"
The man grabbed his arm tightly. His expression was ferocious. His lips trembled as he repeated, "Sleep … die … sleep … die …"
"What? What did you say? "Hoffa didn't understand.
His eyes widened and he fell silent.
"Hello? Hello? What happened? "
Hoffa shook him with all his might, but the man's body disintegrated at a speed visible to the naked eye. First, it was his back, then his arms, and finally his head. Everything was corroded by the wounds on his back, turning into fragments and dust.
He raised his head abruptly. In the fog of the night, a man who was dressed similarly to the one when the theatre was destroyed was standing in the fog. He was wearing a metal birdcage on his head and an extremely old black military uniform. He was as thin as a match and was holding a pistol.
Huo Fa sucked in a breath of cold air. "Another weird-looking person."
He had seen this kind of weird outfit in the memory of the God of Nightmares. Those people who were controlled by Silby 50 years ago were dressed like this. Could it be that they were coming for him? Or was it because he hadn't returned for so long that the world line had begun to collapse?
In the fog, the man with the birdcage fired a shot. Without hesitation, he turned the gun around and pointed it at Buddy Jr, who was in a daze on the empty ground. He pulled the trigger again.
Bang!!
A bullet with a green glow shot out.
Hoffa's expression changed. He didn't hesitate to kick Buddy Jr away and then pounced on the man in the fog.
The shot missed. The weird-looking man with the birdcage was sent flying by Hoffa and landed heavily on the ground.
"Who are you!?"
Hoffa picked him up. The man didn't even weigh 50 kilograms. He was very light.
"Savior (German)"
The man with the birdcage on his head said calmly.
"Were you the one who burned down my theatre?"
Hoffa questioned sternly.
"Hmph."
The man in the cage had a look of disdain in his eyes. He looked at him as if he was looking at a fool. Then, his body rapidly expanded as if he was being inflated.
Hoffa had a bad feeling. He raised his hand and threw him away as if he had been electrocuted.
The man's body exploded in the distance.
There was a violent flash of green light. Without any sound, the trees, tents, and even the man within a few dozen meters turned into dust and slowly drifted down.
Hoffa frowned and walked to the empty ground. The rolling green smoke eroded the ground and made crackling sounds.
Soon, the dust and smoke dissipated. There was nothing left within a few dozen meters. There was only a birdcage on the ground that had been blown up. Some green smoke slowly rose from the top of the birdcage.
He only touched the birdcage slightly with his hand. The smoke corroded holes in his hand. He retracted his hand in pain.
Dead. That's it?
Hoffa looked at his hand and thought of the man's disdainful smile before he died. He felt that things weren't that simple.
So he spread his wings. Buddy Jr looked like he had seen a ghost. He flew into the sky and reached a few hundred meters in the air.
In the whistling night sky of Wales, he closed his eyes. The area within a few kilometers was covered by his mental power.
Cheering crowds, flying brooms, and … hundreds of men holding torches in the fog. They stood around the Quidditch Stadium. There was one every 100 meters. They held torches and waited quietly.
Hoffa opened his eyes and gasped.
He couldn't help but think of what had happened in the theatre last time. He had been a money-grubber in the theatre. He had attracted a bunch of Muggles who wanted to get something for free. In the end, they had all been wiped out. Thousands of people had all turned into dust. Not even their bones were left. The Muggles didn't even know that people had died or gone missing.
But this time … there were hundreds of people dressed the same way. They surrounded the huge Quidditch Stadium. Only then did he realize that perhaps the man who had blown himself up just now hadn't come for him. He had gone wherever there were people. He was a terrorist through and through.
Damn it!
Thinking that Lord Voldemort's target, Harry Potter, was still watching the game, he didn't dare hesitate. After landing, he immediately rushed to the stadium. When he passed by Buddy Jr, he told Buddy Jr, "Find a place to hide first."
"Mr. Bach? Mr. Bach! Where are you going? "
Buddy Jr called out anxiously behind him. "When are you going to take me to see Master?"
Hoffa didn't answer. He released the vines that bound Sparkle. Then, he disappeared in the blink of an eye.
.....
.....
"Now the two of them are going head to head! Who will win?! "
"They're close, they're close!"
"Oh no, Lin Qi fell to the ground!"
"The Golden Snitch. Wickeldo Krum caught the Golden Snitch. Oh my god, oh my god!!"
"Team Ireland won!"
In the stadium, the outcome had been decided. Ludo Bargman shouted crazily and blankly. "Krum caught the Golden Snitch, but Team Ireland won. Oh my god, I don't think anyone expected this outcome!!"
The scoreboard flashed the score. Bulgaria: 160, Ireland: 170. The audience didn't seem to realize what was going on. Then, slowly, like a giant jet that was accelerating, the discussion of Team Ireland's supporters became louder and louder. Finally, there were countless shouts of joy.
"Now, Team Ireland's players are accompanied by their mascot. The Quidditch World Cup Trophy has been sent to the top box!" Bargman said in a loud voice.
Team Ireland's players danced with joy. Their mascot threw a shower of gold coins at them. Flags were waving everywhere in the stadium. Cameras and spotlights were flashing, and Ireland's national anthem was heard from all directions.
Hoffa walked anxiously through a group of fanatical fans waving flags and came to Nicole Lemay's side.
Nicole Lemay saw him coming over and stood up from her chair excitedly. "Kid, did you see the last scene? It was so exciting. There were so many twists and turns. Catching the Golden Snitch didn't change the outcome of the game! "
"How long will it take for the rotting corpse poison to take effect?"
Hoffa pressed Nicole Lemay's shoulder without saying a word.
"Huh?" Nicole Lemay was confused. "What did you say?"
Hoffa reached out and put the twisted iron birdcage under Nicole Lemay's nose. At that moment, the cage was still surrounded by a faint green smoke. When the smoke came into contact with his skin, it made a sizzling sound and constantly corroded his skin. However, it was quickly repaired by the Blood Breed's ability.
After seeing the birdcage, Nicole Lemour's expression gradually changed from the excitement of her revelry to shock, and finally to fear. He sat down on the chair. His face was as white as a sheet, and his forehead was covered in cold sweat.
Hoffa said, "When I was outside, someone self-destructed and attacked me. There was nothing left of the explosion in a radius of tens of meters. Was this the rotting corpse poison?"
Nicole Lemay looked at him blankly.
Hoffa said angrily, "Say something. How long will it take for the rotting corpse poison to take effect? Will the whole stadium be poisoned?"
Nicole Lemay was awakened by Hoffa's roar. She wiped the cold sweat on her forehead and shook her head. "No … Impossible … Poisoning 100,000 people. Such a thing doesn't exist in the world …"
"Then what is this?"
"I … I haven't studied it. I haven't studied it before. It might not be, but it feels like the alchemy properties of the rotting corpse poison …"
While they were talking, the members of the Bulgarian and Irish teams finished receiving their prizes. The crowd surged out of the Quidditch Stadium. They were singing and cheering. The little demons kept flying back and forth above their heads, waving the lanterns in their hands and laughing.
Oh no!
He thought of the hundreds of terrorists waiting outside the Quidditch Stadium.
Hoffa knew that things were not going well. If it was not the rotting corpse poison, then were they planning to directly blow people up?
He did not hesitate to drag Nicole Lemay and run to the box on the top floor. But when he returned to the box on the top floor, Harry, Potter, and the others had already left. Looking down through the glass on the top floor of the corridor, he saw that every hundred meters outside the stadium, there was a grand carnival.
In the center of the carnival, there were a few naked women waving Irish flags. They were lifted by a few strong men and thrown high into the sky.
In the air, the women's bodies suddenly turned into countless dazzling gold coins and flowers, scattering in all directions.
The surrounding Magi did not know what was going on. They were only immersed in the excitement of the end of the finals and the excitement of the gold coins, squatting down to snatch the money noisily.
Hoffa, who was behind the glass on the top floor, paled. In his eyes, this was not a scene of beautiful women turning into gold coins. It was clearly a scene of men in black wearing birdcages exploding in the crowd.
A silent green light flashed, and in the blink of an eye, hundreds of lives were taken. Those who thought that they were snatching money did not make a sound and were directly vaporized into ashes.
But the ashes were packaged by some kind of transfiguration magic, turning into more eye-catching flowers and gold coins. No one felt the slightest bit of fear. Instead, they rushed forward dauntlessly, laughing and laughing.
Under the night sky, countless silver lights danced. Those were unknown souls.
Nicole Lemay was so frightened by this tragic scene that she sat on the ground. Hoffa also barely held onto the glass to prevent himself from falling. He had lived for so long, but this was the first time he saw such a grand and extremely secretive way of killing people.
It was a silent massacre!
"What should we do? What should we do? "
Nicole Lemay climbed up from the ground in a daze. "This … this … If this goes on, Harry Potter will die, and Buddy Jr will die too!"
Hoffa closed his eyes and bit his lips hard to calm himself down.
"Someone is using transfiguration magic to change the environment. He turned the terrifying explosion into beautiful fireworks. If we can't find the source of the magic, here … here … maybe 100,000 people will be killed quietly … We have to find the source of the transfiguration magic!"
"The cage, that cage!"
Nicole Lemay suddenly pointed at the iron birdcage in Hoffa's hand and shouted, "That's a cage from 50 years ago. It can be used to share dreams."
Share dreams?
Hoffa did not hesitate to put the broken cage on his head.
* Crack! *
It was as if his soul was hit by a giant hammer.
A crack appeared in his soul.
A huge, invisible eye suddenly opened behind him.
A familiar aura quickly wrapped around him. He had experienced this aura many years ago. It was an aura that made people crazy, empty, and desperate. It tore everything apart — the Void Dragon.
The most tragic past came to his mind. Hoffa tore off the cage and looked at the top in disbelief. The source of the aura — the highest point of Quidditch Stadium.
"Grindelwald!?"
Monstrous hatred surged in his heart.
He had six wings on his back and crashed through the dome of the top box of Quidditch Stadium.
Under the huge moon.
On the smooth mirror-like roof of the stadium, a man with his head firmly locked in a cage sat cross-legged at the highest point.
He was as thin as a match, wearing a tattered black robe. His white hair hung down from his shoulders like a waterfall, forming a small stream on the ground.
Although he had aged a lot, and although they had not seen each other for many years, Hoffa recognized him at a glance.
He also opened his eyes and smiled slightly.
"Long time no see, Bach."
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