When Huo Fa opened his eyes again, his expression was extremely cold. He stood up and asked, "Where's Little Barty?"
"I don't know." Nicole Lemay was confused. "What's going on? Was he the one who fired the Dark Mark? Who was fighting with you just now …? "
"Gelert Grindelwald." He walked back with a cold face.
"Sure enough … it's him."
Nicole Lemay was not surprised. Instead, she seemed to understand. She held her head and gritted her teeth. "I can't think of anyone else who would do this."
Hoffa did not answer. It was not a good time to chat.
He and Nicole Lemay returned to the camp from the stadium roof.
At this moment, the carnival camp was in chaos. The road was blackened by the trampling of countless pedestrians. Thick smoke billowed and covered the sky.
The tents along the way were burning. The air was filled with the smell of burning wood and cloth. The Ministry of Magic's rescue had not yet arrived. A group of wizards huddled together and ran into the woods as if they were escaping from something terrible.
"Mudbloods …"
"You deserve this day!"
"Hahahahaha …"
It was accompanied by unbridled laughter.
"Blazing Flames!" Following a loud explosion, an orange fireball danced in the air and shot out in all directions. The tents by the side of the road were on fire.
A few hooded guys came from afar. They seemed to enjoy the chaos and kept setting the tents on fire with their wands.
"My child is inside, you demons —!" A few wizards in pajamas rushed out and roared. But they were caught off guard and hung upside down by a curse.
"Howl."
"Struggle …"
The hooded wizards pointed their wands upwards and moved forward slowly on the field. Above them, a few figures in pajamas floated in the air. Two of them were very small. They were twisted into all kinds of strange shapes. Some were curled up on their knees, some had their heads tilted back, some had their jaws facing the sky, and some were shouting with their mouths open, but no sound came out.
They were like marionettes controlled by invisible strings from the masked wizards' wands.
Hoffa's face was expressionless as he stopped in front of those masked fellows.
The few people who were laughing and controlling the puppets stopped and turned to look at the young man and the old man. Both sides stared at each other for a moment.
"Smelly baldy, what are you looking at?!"
"Hey, why are you dressed like that?"
Those people seemed to be drunk. They staggered in front of Hoffa.
One of the tall and arrogant men even used his wand to arrogantly pick up the pieces of his clothes that had been torn apart because of the battle.
"You met Mei Wa?"
"Or did the old man tear it apart?"
"Hahahaha! How interesting … burp … "
The laughter echoed in the sky, but the tall man's body flew up and spun like a cannonball. He flew away, crashed through the burning tent, broke the low bushes, and flew into the distance until the laughter turned into a scream of horror and disappeared into the horizon.
Hoffa lowered his hand and glanced at the remaining people with his golden eyes.
"Get lost."
The masked fellows were so scared that they fell to the ground. They looked at each other and ran away.
The Marionettes in twos and threes fell from the sky. They scattered in all directions in a panic. Only one boy did not leave. He looked at the sky and saw the last girl who was still hanging upside down. He anxiously reached out his arm.
"Sister …"
The last little girl was hanging upside down in the sky. Her nightgown covered her head as she slowly spun.
Hoffa stood on the floating figure and looked at the empty corner of the tent. His face was pale. "Put her down."
No one answered.
"Can't you hear me, Crouch?"
The invisibility cloak was suddenly lifted, and a yellow-haired young man appeared. His face was pale and his forehead was sweating, but he smiled proudly. "Did you see that, did you see that, Mr. Bach? I did it! I successfully launched the Dark Mark!
"You did well."
Hoffa nodded calmly and hooked his finger at the young man.
"Come here."
The yellow-haired young man felt something. He rubbed his hands and hid the wand behind him. He smiled awkwardly and did not come forward.
"Don't you want to see Master?" Hoffa tilted his head and waved his hand. "Come here, I'll take you to him right away."
"Hey, hey, hey …"
Buddy Jr breathed a sigh of relief and ran to Hoffa's side.
"Smack!"
A slap landed in the air.
He was sent flying by the force of the blow.
Buddy Jr fell to the ground and covered his bleeding mouth. Half of his face was swollen at a speed visible to the naked eye.
He shouted in disbelief, "You … You … Why did you hit me?"
Hoffa looked at him condescendingly and used his left hand to pick out the tooth stuck in his right palm.
"You … You, why did you hit me!"
He raised his wand and pointed it at Hoffa. He did not understand. "Just for a few mudbloods?"
"Smack!"
The wand was sent flying with a kick. The little girl floating in the air fell to the ground. The boy rushed over and hugged his sister.
Huo Fa pushed away the siblings who were crying in front of him and strode forward. Then, under Little Barty's horrified gaze, he picked him up again.
"Smack!"
Another slap.
"You hit me again, you hit me again! I didn't do anything, I didn't do anything, you … "Barty Crouch Jr. fell to the ground, his legs kicking the ground as he frantically retreated." You … You … "
Hoffa caught up with him in a few steps and picked him up by the back.
Buddy Jr raised his hand with tears and snot running down his face. "You're the boss, don't … I beg you, Mr. Bach, I was wrong, I was wrong … Don't hit me …"
"Smack!
Smack! "
"Smack!"
The crisp sound echoed. Even the crying brother and sister in the distance stopped crying. They trembled as they watched the boy in the distance ride on the young man and hit him repeatedly.
Buddy Jr could not take it anymore. He lay on the ground like a deserter in a hail of bullets, crying and crawling away. As he crawled, he shouted incoherently, "Sparkle, Sparkle, Sparkle, save me …"
At this time, Nicole Lemour stepped forward and grabbed Hoffa's arm tightly. She said anxiously, "Bach, Bach … Don't hit him, don't hit him, he's going to die. You have to look at the master before beating a dog. Our goal is the Resurrection Spell."
Hoffa did not give up. With his arm grabbed, he kicked Buddy Jr in the chest, kicking Buddy Jr into a corner and rolling him into a pile of broken wooden barrels.
"Don't hit him, Hoffa Bach," Nicole Lemay said sternly. She was so anxious that her beard trembled. "We have to leave here. If we don't leave now, we won't have a chance when the people from the Ministry of Magic come."
As if to prove Nicole Lemay's words, a few flying brooms flew over in the sky with a whoosh.
Hoffa strode forward and came to the broken barrels.
He saw Buddy Jr hugging his head and curling up in a pile of broken wood looking at him. Tears, snot, blood, and broken teeth flowed down the corner of his mouth. He was crying, but at the same time, he was forcing a smile. He did not know what was wrong with him.
He dragged Little Barty's yellow hair with one hand and mercilessly dragged him out of the wooden shards as he screamed in agony. Then, he went in front of Lemour and held her hand.
Crack.
There was a soft sound.
The three of them disappeared with Mirage Transfiguration.
Not long after the three of them disappeared with Mirage Transfiguration, a large group of Ministry of Magic officials appeared in the distance. With furious expressions, they surrounded the most chaotic area. The flying brooms flew through the thick smoke. The wizards on the brooms used their magic wands to spit out water, extinguishing the flames below.
.....
.....
When Hoffa and the other two reappeared, they were back in Nicole Lemay's small house in London.
In the living room.
Buddy Jr was still crying and wailing as if he had suffered a great grievance. Hoffa glared at him. He knelt down again and hugged Hoffa's leg. He cried and laughed and said with a trembling voice, "Don't, don't, don't hit me. I'll do whatever you want me to do, Mr. Bach. I'll listen to everything you say!"
Hoffa pulled him away in disgust. He picked up an empty wine bottle from Nicole Lemour's table and stuck it in Buddy's mouth.
He said coldly, "Drop the bottle and you'll die."
"Wuwuwuwu …"
Buddy Jr finally stopped crying. He put his hands together and curled up in a corner. He tried to suck on the bottle and forced a smile on his face.
Nicole Lemay held her head and sat in front of the fireplace. She poked the stove with her magic wand. Suddenly, the fire in the stove burned brightly. She looked at Buddy Jr, who was curled up in the corner, shook her head, and sighed. "I don't know how Barty Crouch gave birth to such a son. It's not easy."
"Cut the crap. Tell me everything you know about the Grindelwald."
The first thing Hoffa did after throwing Buddy Jr away was to sit on the sofa and ask Nicole Lemay about the Grindelwald.
Nicole Lemour was slightly stunned. She then shook her head and sighed. She went to the wine cabinet and poured herself a glass of wine. She raised her head and drank the wine. She sighed slowly and said in a dreamy voice, "Fifty years ago, a nightmare happened.
"Fifty years ago, everyone in this world was sucked into a nightmare. No … it might not be right to call it a nightmare. It should be said that everyone was sucked into a beautiful dream.
That beautiful dream was so realistic that very few people could wake up from it. I don't know if you've experienced it before. Sigh, in that beautiful dream, I became my 20-year-old self. When I first met my wife, we were running in the fields … "
"Let's get down to business." Hoffa interrupted her with an unfriendly look.
Nicole poured herself another glass of wine. "Even so, some wizards with strong spiritual power still realized that something was wrong with the world they lived in.
Those wizards who were awake were divided into two factions. One faction was led by Dumbledore. They wanted to kill the source of that beautiful dream and destroy the source of the dream.
But the other faction led by Grindelwald thought that killing the source of the dream was useless because they didn't know if the source of the dream you saw was the real one. So, the only way was to die. Die in the dream and wake up in reality. That was their way. "
Hoffa: "He succeeded?"
Nicole Lemay: "Maybe. From the results, it might be true. He was one of the first to leave the dream. "
Hoffa sat down and stared at the flickering fire with a gloomy expression. He thought about what Grindelwald had said to him not long ago. What a peaceful and prosperous world, Hoffa. In our time, a hundred thousand wizards would only kill each other. How could there be such peace? It's too unreal.
"So, Grindelwald thinks that this world is also a dream?" Hoffa frowned.
Nicole Lemay nodded. "Maybe all the beautiful worlds are just dreams to him. Only the cold and cruel are real to him."
"Damn it!"
Hoffa leaned back on the sofa and rubbed his face hard.
He wasn't afraid of Lord Voldemort or other dark wizards who were driven by self-interest or dignity. There was always room for exploitation. But obviously, Grindelwald wasn't this type. He considered himself to be the savior of mankind.
At this moment, Lord Voldemort's resurrection plan, Grindelwald's plot to destroy the world, and his own inner desire. These tangled things intertwined and made Hoffa's head hurt.
He rubbed his face so hard that the skin almost fell off.
In the room, Nicole Lemay looked at Hoffa worriedly.
Buddy Jr, who was holding a bottle in his mouth, didn't dare to breathe loudly.
But soon, Hoffa calmed down. His eyes were as firm as iron. Nothing could stop him from obtaining the resurrection spell. He got up and walked to Nicole Lemay. "What's the date today?"
Nicole Lemay: "August 25th."
Hoffa pondered for a moment. "August 25th, Hogwarts will start school. Get ready. We'll go find Lord Voldemort tomorrow. "
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