The next day.
An endless rain covered the land of London. The rain pitter-pattered against the glass, making people upset.
In Nicole Lemay's house, Barty and Crouch were running around the living room like hamsters running around in a roller, in an endless loop.
Every time they circled around, he would look at the young man leaning on the sofa, but the bald man just looked gloomy and didn't seem to want to talk to him.
Hoffa sat on the sofa with a newspaper in his hand. In the newspaper, the headline in bold and large black was so eye-catching: "Horror at the Quidditch World Cup". Next to it was a flash of black and white photos with the Black Devil symbol hanging on the treetops.
Behind the photos, there was a long record of the series of events that happened after the World Cup final in Quidditch. In the end, all the contradictions pointed to the "mysterious man." No one thought about Grindelwald at all. No one even mentioned the missing people.
This puzzled him. Were the people in the Ministry of Magic blind? Couldn't they see that so many people were missing? Didn't the relatives of the missing people report to the Ministry of Magic? What was wrong with the world?
Gurgle gurgle …
In the basement of the house, there was the sound of boiling medicine. Then, the house was filled with a strong smell of medicine.
Buddy Jr., Crouch, finally stopped and looked at the basement expectantly.
After a while, Nicole Lemay came out of the basement with a few plates in her hands. On the plates were several tubes of blue medicine.
"What did the Ministry of Magic say?"
She carried the plates to Hoffa.
"All the attention is on Lord Voldemort. There is no report of missing people or even any statement. These guys are too lazy. "Hoffa looked at the newspaper expressionlessly.
Nicole Lemour said, "Connelly Foggy was never a wise wizard. All his attention was on his position, and he wouldn't create any scandals during his term. Besides, even if we want to report a missing person, it might take a week to confirm the missing person's identity. "
Hoffa put down the newspaper with a frown. He had a feeling that things were not that simple. Grindelwald, the guy hiding in the dark, must have used some other method to hide the news of his massacre. It was just that he didn't know about it yet.
Nicole took out a tube of medicine from the tray and handed it to Hoffa. "This is the Blood Decay Medicine. It can suppress the Blood Breed power in your body. Each sip will last for about an hour."
Hoffa put down the newspaper and picked up the small bottle in front of him. The blue substance in the bottle spun slowly under the illumination of the furnace fire. Some unknown golden fragments flickered within it. It was very beautiful.
"This thing can effectively fight against the vampire power in your body, but you have to remember, if you use it during the day, it will be like an antidote to you and help you recover your former magic power. But at night, this thing is poison to you, so don't drink it at night."
"I'm not stupid."
Hoffa mumbled, opened the bottle and smelled it. Suddenly, his heart felt like it had been pricked by a needle, stirring up and making a silent protest. He frowned.
Nicole Lemay said, "I made it blueberry-flavored. I don't know if you like it."
Hoffa silently put the medicine into his pocket and stood up. "Are you ready? Let's go find Lord Voldemort."
"Master …" Buddy Jr at the side held his head and moaned. He was so excited that he almost fainted. "Master … I'm coming …"
"How do we get there?"
Nicole Lemay frowned and asked, "Are we still going to take Muggle's car? Let's say first, I've never been to Lord Voldemort's territory. If I haven't been there and don't have an impression of a place, I can't use Mirage. "
Hoffa's mouth opened slightly.
Nicole Lemay sighed. "I say, Hoffa, don't you know Mirage?"
"I don't know Mirage …"
Hoffa was a little embarrassed. He realized that he had been in Harry Potter's world for so long, but he hadn't learned Mirage. Speaking of which, over the years, he was always busy in different areas and rarely went back. For short distance movements, he didn't need Mirage, which would cause violent magic fluctuations.
"Learn it first," Nicole Lemay said. "I'll teach you. Once you've learned it, you can take us there directly."
Hoffa immediately nodded and agreed. But Buddy Jr at the side, who looked excited, groaned in pain. "Why can't you even use Mirage …"
"Shut up!"
Hoffa glared at him. "You won't die if we meet later!"
Buddy Jr lowered his head weakly. His eyes flickered, and he forced a smile. "Mr. Bach is right, Mr. Bach is right …"
Nicole Lemay waved her wand and moved some of the furniture in the house away, creating an empty space in front of the fireplace. "Mirage is an ancient wizard skill, usually used for long-distance movement. It's not difficult to cast. The most important thing is the goal, determination, and calmness!
First, you have to be very clear about the location in your mind and have a strong desire to go. Finally, don't be anxious. Count well in your mouth, one, two, three, and then calmly enter the Mirage. Understand? "
Hoffa nodded. He had heard of these things, but he had never tried it.
"Step one: Focus on your goal."
Nicole Lemay stood under a sculpture of a deer head under the fireplace and said, "Come here.
First, try Mirage here. There's not much difference between long-distance and short-distance. The only difference is magic power. "
Huo Fa glanced at the fireplace, and his eyes locked onto the small carpet under the deer's head. Normally, it wasn't difficult for him to concentrate, but he had a headache during the day, and he couldn't concentrate. Even though it was raining outside, he could feel the malice of the sun behind the clouds.
He tried a little harder, and the headache became more intense, followed by a strong sense of disgust and sleepiness. It was as if every cell in his body was clamoring to stop casting spells.
Nicole Lemay did not notice Hoffa's subtle constipation. She saw Hoffa frowning, so she shouted encouragingly, "Okay, one, two, three! Now, Mirage! "
Pa!
It was accompanied by a strong magic wave.
Hoffa's vision was lowered, and then he rolled a few times on the ground. His cheeks were soft with the wool carpet, and he heard Buddy Jr's uncontrollable laughter.
"Whoa whoa whoa … whoa whoa whoa …"
He frowned. He wanted to raise his head, but he couldn't. He could only see a headless body standing on the ground three meters away. He was a little surprised that the body didn't bleed much. If he wanted to, he could control its movements from a distance.
Hoffa's head fell to the ground, and the headless body in the distance raised its arm.
Pa!
As Nicole Lemay raised her wand, a thick purple smoke flashed, and Hoffa's vision was raised again. When his vision returned to normal, he had completely recovered, and his head was still on his neck.
Nicole Lemay slowly put down her wand, a little confused, "How did you split your body? A wizard of your level shouldn't make such a low-level mistake."
"I'm fine even if my head falls off!?"
Hoffa touched his neck. It was seamless, and there were no traces of his head falling off. He did not feel much pain either. He just felt that his muscles were a little twisted.
This made him both curious and fearful. Just now, his head had been separated from his body. This Phantom Transfiguration was even more dangerous than he had imagined.
"A short separation won't affect you." Nicole Lemay frowned and said, "Mirage Transference distorts space, not your body. If you don't exceed a certain threshold, your head will still be on your body after the distortion is undone. But if you exceed a certain threshold, you may really die."
She paused and scratched her head, still puzzled. "But, logically speaking, a shapeshifter's mental strength is much higher than a normal wizard's. Mirage Transference shouldn't be difficult for you."
"Yes." Hoffa moved his neck and said helplessly, "It's still a little difficult during the day. Not to mention Mirage Transference, I may even have difficulty casting shapeshifting spells."
"I see!"
Nicole Lemay slapped her forehead. "Look at my memory. Isn't this just right? You can try the septic potion."
Hoffa took out the blue septic potion from his waist, pulled out the cork, and swallowed it with a frown.
Nicole Lemay had indeed added blueberry flavor to it, but it could not alleviate his instinctive dislike of the potion.
When he drank it, it was as if he had drunk some kind of sticky oily substance. Before he could swallow it, it stuck to the top of his mouth and chin and was quickly absorbed by his body.
The strong feeling of nausea made him bend down and cover his mouth. However, after the nausea gradually subsided, he could feel the beast flowing in his veins gradually falling asleep.
Then came a rare feeling of clarity. It was as if he had been in a stuffy bathhouse all year long and had suddenly walked out and breathed in fresh air. It made him feel refreshed. The sun behind the clouds was no longer so annoying, and the light of the day was no longer so glaring. His body had not felt normal in a long time.
"How do you feel?"
Nicole Lemay asked.
"Very good."
Hoffa raised a finger. The finger was as flexible as a Swiss Army knife, constantly transforming into all kinds of strange things. One moment it was a goblet, the next it was a spiked hammer, the next it was a dancing ribbon, the next it was a curved snake head, and the next it was a crab's pincer.
"I've recovered the ability to cast spells during the day. It's a very effective potion."
"I hope you don't say that at night," Nicole Lemay muttered. "Come on, try it again."
Hoffa stopped playing with his finger and fixed his eyes on the carpet under the deer head.
Nicole Lemay raised her wand. "One … Two … Three!"
Pa.
Along with a violent magic wave.
A puff of green smoke drifted, and Hoffa disappeared.
When he reappeared, he was standing firmly on the plush carpet, and there was no sign of his body being separated.
"Uh …"
Buddy Jr, who was secretly sneering in the corner, was silent.
Nicole Lemay clapped her hands and laughed. "I told you, this technique isn't difficult for you, right? But you're a fast learner. When I was young, it took me three days to learn. "
"That long?"
Hoffa frowned. Although he succeeded quickly, he still didn't like this ability that required three seconds to cast spells. He had fought many wizards before, and in a high-intensity battle, it was simply wishful thinking to use three seconds to cast Mirage.
"Maybe it's because I don't like to go out, so this ability is useless to me." Nicole Lemay laughed self-deprecatingly. "You should practice more. If it goes well, you might be able to master it by today. Take us to Lord Voldemort's home."
Hoffa's gaze shifted to the roof of the church in the distance outside the window. He closed his eyes and counted in his heart. One, two, three.
Then, pa.
It was as if he was suddenly squeezed into a thick rubber tube. He couldn't breathe, and every part of his body was suffering from a huge squeeze. However, when he reappeared, he was already standing on the roof of the church in the rain.
"Okay … It's a bit interesting."
After carefully analyzing the Mirage technique, his body shook, and he counted in his heart, "One, two, three."
He disappeared again.
He appeared again.
Each time, he went further than the last.
He appeared in Regent Street, then at Big Ben, and then at King's Cross station. He only stayed in each place for about three or four seconds.
He was like Li Kui who was stuck with Dai Zong's Divine Travel Spell. He kept flashing at the top of the city of London, and he couldn't stop at all.
He had to say that after familiarizing himself with Mirage, he still found it very interesting. Although the magic fluctuation was very large, and although the casting time was much longer than the extremely fast transformation and Ghost Walk, it was still a very novel experience.
It felt as if the invisible and untouchable space had become a very elastic substance. He could twist, bend, and even swim in it. As long as it was a place he had been before, a place he had an impression of, it would become within reach.
In the end, when he returned to Nicole Lemay's house, he had played with his magic until he was exhausted. At this time, the Blood Decay Potion that he had drunk earlier was almost finished.
The sleepiness and unfamiliarity brought by the day surged into his body again, and he leaned on the sofa in satisfaction.
Nicole Lemay asked, "Are you confident?"
"Yes." Hoffa nodded.
"Then when do we leave?"
When Nicole Lemour asked, little Barty covered his chest with his hand and looked at her expectantly. He was so excited that he was trembling all over.
"At night," Hoffa said briefly. "I don't want to see him during the day."
"Ah … at night …"
Little Barty wailed in pain as he hugged his head and rolled around on the ground. "Why? I've waited for thirteen years … I've waited for thirteen years …"
"You've waited for 13 years, do you mind waiting for a few more hours?" Hoffa asked impatiently. This lunatic kept rushing him from time to time, which made him very annoyed.
Buddy Jr's face was flushed, and his face flashed with romantic fantasies. He said dreamily, "If you understand Master's charm, you'll find that every second of waiting to see him is torture."
"You're crazy."
Hoffa didn't want to talk to him, so he sat cross-legged and meditated.
"Ah …!" Buddy Jr rolled on the ground a few times, holding his head, and then turned back into the hamster running wildly in the cage. He went back and forth in the room, empty and lonely.
Finally, when night fell, abundant magic power surged in Huo Fa's body. He ended his meditation and grabbed Nicole Lemour and Barty Crouch Jr.'s arms.
Pa.
Mirage disappeared.
800 miles in one step.
When he reappeared, he was already standing in front of the dilapidated gate of Liddell Manor with Nicole Lemay and Buddy Jr.
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