On the dim street, Buddy Jr., who was dragging Moody, suddenly pulled out his wand and pointed it at Hoffa.
In a flash, Hoffa rolled on the ground.
He dodged the lightning-like spell and hit the wall behind him. A huge spider appeared where the spell hit the wall. The spider had thick chelicerae and clung tightly to the wall. One could imagine what would have happened if he had been hit by the spell.
After missing his target, Buddy Jr slowly put down his wand and revealed a calm smile that was definitely not his. "You're young, but your reaction is quite fast."
"The Face-Changing Spell can't fool me." Hoffa slowly got up from the ground. "You'd better change back."
"Good eyesight. Who sent you, Lord Voldemort?"
As he spoke, "Buddy Jr's" face squirmed and changed into an ugly and wrinkled old man, and the old man he was dragging turned into a yellow-haired young man.
"No, we're just passing by."
Hoffa lied casually, but he was on high alert. In less than twenty seconds, the confident Buddy Jr was defeated, and even his chin was dislocated. After all, he was an old Aura. Even if he had retired, he was not someone anyone could just walk all over.
"Attacking an official of the Ministry of Magic and making irresponsible remarks. Didn't your parents teach you manners and morals, young man?"
Young man? Hoffa raised his eyebrows. He did not know Mad Eye Moody's exact age, but in terms of age, he should be two years younger than himself.
(Looking at the setting sun in the distance, he took out a tube of blue potion from his waist and held it in his palm.)
Seeing that Hoffa did not speak, Mad Eye Moody's normal eyes flashed with some kind of burning anger. "You're with Lord Voldemort?"
"No, I don't know him."
Hoffa bought time and retreated. The day was coming to an end. If possible, he did not want to use the Blood Decay Potion.
"Liar." Mad Eye Moody's blue eyes rolled wildly. "Your expression shows that you're lying." He raised his hand. "This guy, Barty Crouch Jr., is a famous Death Eater and one of Lord Voldemort's lackeys. You're in such a hurry to find him. That means you're also one of Lord Voldemort's lackeys, right?"
"I'm just an ordinary wizard passing by." As he spoke, he felt his way to the door of the yard.
"Don't even think about it!"
Mad Eye Moody was as conscientious as a police officer who had seen a thief. He raised his wand in a cross.
The wall behind Huo Fa slammed shut. Rivets popped out from the wall and rotated to seal off Huo Fa's escape route.
"I don't know how this guy escaped, but I'll know when I catch you guys. Faint to the ground!"
Red curses gushed out of the mad-eyed man's wand. Huo Fa looked at the sun in the sky and helplessly opened the bottle cap to take a sip.
Crack!
The spell stopped less than a centimeter in front of Hoffa and hit a transparent shield. Behind the shield was Hoffa's raised finger.
Moody withdrew his wand, his expression changed from disdain to seriousness. "Shield Spell? Interesting, there aren't many people who know this kind of spell these days. "
"Thank you."
Hoffa released his finger. The sun was about to set. He did not know what the effect of the Blood Decay Potion would be if night fell and he still had it on him. But he hoped to finish off Mad Eye Moody in the final day.
Mad Eye Moody let go of Buddy Jr., whose jaw was dislocated, and slowly walked around the yard. "I underestimated you. Where's your wand? Take out your wand. "
"Okay."
Hoffa nodded. He broke a vine from the grape trellis in Moody's yard and raised it like a wizard duel.
"Are you kidding me?"
This action angered Mad Eye Moody. His blue magic eyes turned wildly, and he immediately swung his wand. "Obstacles!"
Countless squarish bricks appeared behind Huo Fa and on the ground, with uneven layers.
Then he waved his wand again. "Landslide!"
With a loud bang, the ground trembled. Half of the houses nearby collapsed. The garbage cans on the road were overturned, and garbage was everywhere.
Hoffa lost his footing and fell into the cracks of the bricks. Mad Eye Moody waved his wand wildly, sinking deeper and deeper into the bricks.
But just as Huo Fa was about to be entangled, he threw out the branch in his hand. The branch changed shape and expanded in the air, turning into a lion the size of three adults. It opened its bloody mouth in the air and bit at Moody's neck.
Alastor Moody's expression changed drastically. He immediately withdrew his wand.
At the same time, he raised his shield with his left hand and blocked the lion's bite. Then he took three steps back and raised his wand. "Disintegrate!"
The spell hit the lion and blew it into pieces.
However, before the lion could land on the ground, its mane shattered and turned black. Then it turned into several tens of thousands of ants and split up. They spread out on the ground like a layer of black carpet and surged toward Moody from all directions. The rustling sounds made one shudder.
Mad Eye Moody stepped back again, only to find that he couldn't move. He looked down and saw that several stone hands had crawled out of the ground and grabbed his ankles tightly.
The ants quickly climbed up his body from the ground along his trousers and knees.
Transformation, damn it!
Mad Eye Moody waved his wand again.
"Fire Blaze!"
A belt of fire covered the ground and even covered him. As the tongues of fire crackled and licked, some of the ants exploded like popcorn.
More ants turned into metal chains in the fire, firmly binding Zizi's arms, legs, and waist.
Unable to move, Moody could not cast spells. The fire turned into red embers and dissipated in the sunset.
Hoffa crawled out of the Obstruction Spell and cautiously came to Moody who was chained up.
They looked at each other without saying a word. Moody's blue eyes rolled wildly, and the sweat on his forehead wet his gray hair.
Hoffa reached for the wand in Moody's hand.
Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his heart.
He clutched his chest and took two steps back. He couldn't catch his breath.
All the blood in his body stopped flowing.
He looked up and saw that the sun had completely set, and a crescent moon was shining in the sky. The effect of the Blood Decay Potion was still there, and he felt as if a nail was stuck in his chest.
After losing the control of its owner, the metal chains on Mad Eye Moody immediately withered and dissipated. They turned back into grape branches and fell to the ground.
He reacted quickly. The moment he regained his freedom, he immediately stretched out his wooden leg and kicked Hoffa in the chest.
Huo Fa, who was under the influence of the Blood Decay Potion, was sent flying backward without any resistance and crashed into the wall.
Alastor Moody rolled and crawled to his feet. He picked up his wand and pointed it forward. "Thoracic Drill!"
"Kacha Kacha Kacha!"
Three sharp thorns appeared out of thin air and pierced Hoffa's chest in the blink of an eye, nailing him to the wall. His chest was pierced.
"Wuuuuuuu …"
Smoke and dust billowed. Buddy Jr, who was paralyzed in the distance, whimpered in horror and crawled out of the door without looking back.
Moody stood there, panting heavily. He looked at the bald young man who was nailed to the wall, not moving at all. Then, he looked at the ordinary grapevine on the ground.
Until now, he still couldn't believe that he had been trapped by a vine on a grape trellis. Who was that young, bald Magus?
Was he dead?
The youth on the wall didn't move.
He should be dead.
Although he was nailed to the wall, Moody instinctively didn't want to go near him. He walked to Barty Crouch Jr, who was crawling on the ground. He flipped him over with a palm.
"Wuuuuu …"
The yellow-haired youth whimpered in horror and raised his hand, unable to speak.
"Heal as good as new!"
Moody pointed his wand at Buddy Jr's chin. With a snap, the dislocated chin was reattached.
"Hehehe … Moody, Boss Moody …" Buddy Jr broke out in a cold sweat. "You're really … really strong even though you're old."
"Shut up. Tell me everything about that guy. What's his name, where did he come from, and which family does he belong to?"
"I … I … I …" Buddy Jr's eyes turned to look behind Moody, and the horror on his face slowly turned into mockery. "You want to know … Why don't you ask him yourself?"
'Hmm?'
Moody knew that something was wrong. He turned his head abruptly.
He saw that the youth nailed to the wall by the Heart-Piercing Curse had raised his head and was looking coldly in front of him. Then, he pressed on the thorns on his chest and slowly walked over along the three arm-thick thorns. Blood gushed out from his chest, but not a single drop fell to the ground.
Such a strange and abnormal scene made Moody realize that something was wrong.
Without another word, he immediately entered the Mirage Shift state. Years of combat experience told him that he should leave this place immediately.
Crack.
The bloodied youth broke free from the thorns and fell to the ground.
Crack.
Mad Eye Moody entered the Mirage Shift state.
But just a second before the Mirage Shift state, the strange youth appeared in front of him with a red mist of blood. His palm fell lightly and hit his neck.
That seemingly gentle blow made Moody feel as if he was struck by lightning. He stood motionless on the spot, paralyzed. His blue eyes almost rolled to the back of his head. He could not figure out how that guy could still move with his chest pierced.
Buddy Jr lay on the ground and looked at Hoffa under the moonlight. His eyes shone with tears of respect and longing. He almost cried. "Amazing … As expected of Mr. Bach … As expected of Mr. Bach … As expected of Mr. Bach …"
"Shut up, trash."
Hoffa turned his head slightly and interrupted Buddy Jr's flattery. The wound on his chest quickly healed under the moonlight. The effect of the Septic Potion was gradually fading.
"You … You … Who are you!? With this ability, you can't be a nameless person … "Moody's body twitched as he asked. Some strange electric current flowed in his body, making him almost immobile.
"Who I am has nothing to do with you."
Hoffa said calmly and picked old Moody up from the ground. His fingers reached into his eye sockets and took out his crazily spinning blue eyes. Then he took off Moody's prosthetic legs. These were all necessary props for his disguise.
But when he took off Moody's clothes, Hoffa found a stack of documents on Moody's chest. It was a few photos and a few samples of charred bones.
Picking up the samples, Hoffa immediately narrowed his eyes. On the bone, there was a rough triangular notch. In the triangle was a circle, and in the center of the circle was a vertical line.
The symbol of the Grim Reaper.
Not only that, he could also sense a strange aura from these charred bones. This aura awakened some of the ancient memories hidden in his mind.
Grim Reaper's Secret Realm – Hörheim.
When he was in his first year at the Hogwarts, Joey, the Hunting Ground Warden, sacrificed his life to open the door to the Grim Reaper's Secret Realm – Hörheim in order to let him communicate with the dead Thunderbird. The cold aura behind the door was still fresh in his memory.
And now, he sensed the aura of the Grim Reaper's Secret Realm on these bones.
"What are these?" Hoffa picked up the charred bones and asked Moody with a serious face.
"Don't you think you can get anything from me, Shapeshifter!"
The mad-eyed Moody who was lying on the ground sneered. "You have such ability but you don't do good. Instead, you follow the Lord Voldemort. God is really blind …"
Hoffa snorted in disdain, shook his head, and said to Buddy Jr., Crouch, who was standing behind him. "Soul Seizing Spell!"
"Yes, Mr. Bach."
Buddy Jr., who had just reconnected his jaw, walked up excitedly. He pointed his wand at Moody who was sitting on the chair. "Soul Ejection."
A white light flashed.
Mad Eye Moody's eyes immediately slackened, and his expression became dull.
"Tell me, what is this?" Hoffa bent down and continued to ask.
“@#%^iui.....”
Mad Eye Moody collapsed on the ground, uttering inaudible murmurs.
"What did you say? Speak louder. "Hoffa put his ear next to his mouth.
"$" * + p … "The mad-eyed man was still mumbling aimlessly.
Huo Fa furrowed his brows and pressed his ear even closer. He ordered loudly, "Speak clearly. What are you talking about?"
Mad Eye Moody sneered. "I said, I'm your grandfather."
Huo Fa suddenly turned his head and saw Alastor Moody's uncompromising single eye under the pale moonlight. He also saw the corners of his mouth squirming.
* Cough! *
He suddenly opened his mouth and broke a tooth, spitting out blood and saliva.
The distance was very close. Fortunately, the effect of the Blood Decay Potion had passed. Hoffa turned his head lightning fast to avoid Moody's saliva, bending his head almost ninety degrees.
But Buddy Jr., who was standing behind him, was not so lucky. He was sprayed in the face with blood and saliva.
He screamed and rolled around crazily, covering his face.
Hoffa slowly stood up and looked at Mad Eye Moody's broken but determined face. He realized that he had underestimated him. This guy had actually escaped the control of the Soul Seizing Spell. Obviously, he was also a wizard with high Spirit.
"Kill you!"
"Kill you!"
"Kill you!"
Buddy Jr roared and stood up, his hair disheveled.
The Soul Seizing Spell did not work, and he was also spat in the face. Furious, he picked up a water bottle from the ground and smashed it on old Moody's head.
* Bang!! *
The water bottle shattered, and the liquid in it flowed down Moody's face. His head tilted and he fell to the ground, unconscious.
"I'll kill you … kill you … kill you!"
Little Barty was not satisfied. He raised the broken tile in his hand with a twisted expression. However, when he turned around and saw Huo Fa's cold golden eyes, he threw the tile away and began to spit on Huo Fa's body. He cursed as he spat, "You old bastard, you old bastard, you old bastard …"
Hoffa watched Buddy Jr spit on Alastor Moody like a madman and did not stop him. He carefully put away the photos and bone samples and walked into Mad Eye Moody's house from the yard.
There was no valuable furniture in the house. The only furniture was destroyed in the fight with Buddy Jr.
But even so.
He still saw a huge map of Europe hanging on the wall in the living room. On the map of Europe, there were many red markings. When he got closer, he found that under each of the markings were the words "missing people."
His theater, the Wales World Cup stadium, was also marked.
Hoffa could not help but clench his fists. His eyes were solemn.
Sure enough, Grindelwald's plan to destroy the world was not completely airtight. Someone had noticed some clues. But for some reason, this large number of missing people had not been reported.
He counted the locations marked on the map again. There were more than a dozen of them, and they were from every country.
He sucked in a breath of cold air.
So, it was not just two places. There were more than a dozen places in Europe that were being attacked by unknown people.
If the number of missing people in each place was the same as his theater, then a conservative estimate of tens of thousands of people in more than a dozen places.
In just a few days, tens of thousands of people had died in a large area of Europe. This puzzled Hoffa.
How did Grindelwald appear in so many places at the same time?
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