By the time Buddy Jr and Hoffa stepped out of the carriage, most of the people outside had already left.
The Hogwarts Castle in the distance was still towering in the night, hiding too many unknown secrets.
On the black lake, ripples could be seen on the surface of the lake. There were hundreds of freshmen holding the traditional river crossing ceremony. The leader was a burly man with coarse hair, whistling.
On the other side, hundreds of silent night horses pulled a carriage slowly forward in the rain. They passed through the gate carved with winged boars and disappeared into the darkness.
"Do you want to follow?"
On the platform, Buddy Jr didn't move. He held an umbrella and asked the owl uneasily.
Hoffa stood in the cage and looked at the dark Hogwarts Castle. He shook his head and said, "No."
"Why not? If we don't go, we might miss the banquet."
"I said no, so no!"
Hoffa gritted his teeth. He couldn't explain it to Buddy Jr.
Because of the strange Cedric Diggory being controlled, he didn't dare to enter the Hogwarts rashly. He wasn't sure what was waiting for him in the castle. To be honest, he was a little scared.
"Okay."
Little Barty stood rooted to the ground.
In the distance, there was a train attendant holding a lantern and wearing a black raincoat. He wobbled towards them as if he was inspecting the train.
"Don't just stand there. Find a place to hide," Hoffa said cautiously.
"Yes."
Buddy Jr held an umbrella in one hand and pushed the carriage with the other. He walked towards the castle like a tool man, but before he went up the steps, he turned a corner and walked towards a huge willow tree in the distance.
The willow tree's body was covered with twisted spots that looked like a huge face. Its branches were densely packed upwards like thick octopus legs, constantly shaking in the torrential rain.
Hoffa knew that it was a Whomping Willow. It was planted by Harry Potter's father. When Hoffa was in school, it didn't even exist.
However, Buddy Jr seemed to be very familiar with the willow tree. He didn't get too close to it. When he was about 50 meters away, he went around it and came to the empty edge of the forbidden forest. From here, they could see an old stone house in the distance and large pumpkins in the rain.
"Is this okay, Mr. Bach?" Buddy Jr asked.
"Yes."
"But … then, how long do we have to stay here?"
Buddy Jr. was confused.
The iron cage turned into a rain hat. Hoffa changed from an owl back to his human form. He stood at the edge of the forbidden forest and looked at the lights of the castle in the distance. Until now, he still couldn't figure out who was controlling Cedric, and it made him very uneasy.
Some kind of cold air gradually spread across the hunting ground. The sound of footsteps came from the depths of the forbidden forest. The footsteps were mixed in the rain and were impossible to detect, but at night, Hoffa still touched the source of the uneasiness. It was very similar to the uneasiness during the World Cup in Quidditch.
At this moment.
.....
“Sind
Gegangen? "(Is everyone gone?)
“Sie
Gegangen. "(Is everyone gone?)
“K?
An fangen? "(Can we start?)
“Fangen
An. "(Let's start)
Someone was talking in the forbidden forest. The language was German, and the voice was very low. Hoffa narrowed his eyes and turned his head little by little.
Buddy Jr. didn't hear the sound at all. He saw Hoffa looking behind him, so he asked curiously, "What's the matter, ba …"
A finger was placed on his lips, stopping him from talking. "Follow behind me and don't talk," Hoffa whispered.
The two quietly walked towards the direction of the sound. The few people in the dense forest stopped talking after the first few sentences. There was only the sound of stones rubbing against the ground.
Kacha, kacha, kacha …
Passing through the shadows of the dense forest, Hoffa saw a strange scene in the depths of the shadows. In the gloomy and humid soil, three men wearing birdcage helmets knelt in the darkness deep in the forbidden forest. They were naked and silent. Each of them held a sharp knife in their hand, and below them was a row of stones arranged into a circular pattern.
In a flash, they raised the sharp knives together and slowly stabbed them into their chests, drawing a circle, a triangle, and a vertical bar on their chests.
Blood gushed out from their pale bodies, but there was not much pain on their faces. Instead, there was a strong sense of relief.
The blood mixed with the rain and flowed into the circle on the ground. It spread silently, and layers of blood mist rose in the air. The red mist was as thick as a flame, burning silently on their bodies.
A biting cold wind blew out from an unknown place, causing frost to form on the surrounding leaves and shrubs at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Hoffa's expression changed again and again. This was some kind of ritual. It was very similar to the blood symbol that the old Hunting Ground Warden Joey had drawn on his hand to open the Hörheim, but it was also different.
These people were summoning something.
Seeing the bodies of the three people shriveling at a speed visible to the naked eye, Buddy Jr. retreated in panic.
Hoffa pressed down on his head, and the hat on his head quickly transformed into a birdcage identical to the sacrificial trio. Then, he quickly walked out of his hiding place and walked towards the sacrificial trio.
When the three people bathed in the red flames saw Huo Fa, they were all stunned.
"Hey, what are you doing here? Didn't Master say that the plan had to be postponed?" Hoffa blurted out in fluent German. He did not know what the three people were doing, but he knew that they were Grindelwald's subordinates.
"Master only arranged for the three of us to open the door. What are you doing here?" In the burning red mist, a shriveled man said weakly.
"Open the door? Open what door?"
Hoffa stepped forward and asked, "Where is Master now?"
"Master is … Wait, why can't I sense your thoughts?" In the circle, one of the men pointed at the iron cage on Hoffa's head.
Hoffa asked, "What?"
"He's not one of us."
One of the men suddenly stood up, released his hand, and screamed in the red flames, "Change coordinates, don't let Master come here!"
As soon as he said that, the three people crawled out of the circle and ran in three different directions.
Huo Fa rushed toward the three men who were on fire, but they did not get far before the blood-red flames engulfed them. They burned like paper men, and their bodies gradually turned into a mud-like substance in the rain and flowed away slowly with the flow of the water.
When Hoffa reached them, he could only see a few pieces of charred bones on the ground.
"This is …?"
Hoffa picked up a piece of skull.
The cold skull cracked in his hand, as crisp as a biscuit. It was exactly the same as the one he had taken from Mad Eye Moody.
"Patter …"
Something fell from the sky and landed on his face.
He could not help but reach out and touch it. It was a cold, squirming thing. He took it out and looked at it carefully. It was a reddish-brown worm, about the length of a finger, twisting in his hand.
"Ba … Mr. Bach!" Buddy Jr's terrified voice came from behind him.
He turned his head and saw Buddy Jr, who was hiding in the distance, pointing a trembling finger at his head.
Hoffa looked up. The thunderclouds in the sky had cracked open at some point, and a triangular eye seemed to open in the dark night sky. It tore a crack in space, and the surrounding temperature suddenly dropped!
A strong cold wind blew out of the eye-shaped crack and blew across the ground, forming icicles on the surrounding trees. It was as if the wind was going to destroy them.
Then, patter patter patter … Countless maggots fell from the eye-shaped crack like rain.
The cold wind hit Buddy Jr., and he screamed. He covered his head and fell to his knees, rolling wildly on the ground.
The maggots falling from the sky quickly drowned him.
Hoffa was shocked. He rushed to Buddy Jr's side and pulled him out of the pile of maggots.
Buddy Jr's face was as white as paper. His body was trembling violently, and he was shouting incomprehensible words. He looked like Deng Bledo, who had drunk the poisonous potion in the cave.
"Why … Father … Father … Why … Why?" He screamed crazily with a twisted expression.
"Buddy Jr!? Barty Crouch!? "
Hoffa grabbed Buddy Jr's head and tried to wake him up. He struggled with great strength. As he struggled, he foamed at the mouth and made a wheezing sound. "Huff … Huff … Blink … Blink … Blink … Blink … Blink … Blink … Blink … Where are you?"
"How are you, Buddy Jr.? Can you hear me?"
Hoffa patted his cheeks anxiously.
Buddy Jr shook his head in confusion, spitting saliva on his hand.
At the same time, the maggots that fell from the sky slowly piled up. At first, there was no pattern to them, but gradually, they piled up into the shape of two people, a pile of maggots hugging another pile of maggots.
"Damn it!"
Hoffa let go of Buddy Jr and stood up.
The pile of maggots in the distance also let go of the other pile and stood up. The swarm of maggots rustled and fell. It was very disgusting.
He looked up at the sky again. The crack in the sky had disappeared without a trace, and the cold wind was no longer blowing. Only the maggots were left, and they kept imitating his movements.
Hoffa figured out the cause and effect. The three of them originally wanted to summon the Grindelwald, but when they realized that he was here, they immediately changed their minds. They gave up on summoning the Grindelwald and summoned the maggots from the Hörheim of the Death God's Secret Realm. He had seen these maggots in the Death God's Secret Realm when he was in the first grade. They could imitate a living person infinitely.
Gradually, the maggots that fell from the Hörheim stuck together and became more and more like him. At first, only his movements were similar, but in the end, even his bald head and golden eyes were imitated. The only difference was that their bodies were much bigger than Hoffa's.
The maggots rolled around. Finally, when the maggots could no longer be recognized, they looked at their palms like a human and then looked around with an expression of ecstasy.
"We're free! We're free!"
The huge guy that looked exactly like Hoffa was overjoyed. "We're free!"
It looked up and saw the lights of the Hogwarts Castle in the distance. Then, it ran toward the Hogwarts in the distance. "I'm free! Hahaha, I'm free! "
Its appearance made the veins on Huo Fa's forehead bulge. He grabbed a pine tree next to him and uprooted it. Then, he swung his club at the giant mimic and sent it flying a hundred meters away, smashing countless trees in the process.
"We're free! We're free!"
The huge Hoffa did not seem to notice. After it was sent flying, it got up from the ground and hugged a big tree and began to lick the rainwater off it. Its mouth was drooling, and it looked very creepy.
As he licked, his stomach let out a violent growl. Then, it grabbed a handful of soil and stuffed it into its mouth. As it chewed, it praised, "The taste of reality … The taste of reality … I'm free! I'm free!"
Then, it got up again and rushed toward the Hogwarts Castle.
"Freedom my ass!"
Huo Fa clenched his teeth. Fate was so unpredictable that even he didn't dare to show off too much in this world and kept a low profile. How could he let another ten-meter-tall monster that looked exactly the same as him rush out happily?
Thus, he leaped high into the air and smashed down with another Pine Rain, shattering the giant tree in his hand.
This time, the huge mimic's head was bent and smashed a few meters into the rain.
"You can't kill me … Hahaha, I'm just like you."
The mimic laughed creepily. Its palms were on the ground, and its chest rotated 180 degrees. Facing the sky, its chest shone with three ferocious red rings. In the night and the rain, its bent body quickly returned to normal.
'Can this be imitated?'
Hoffa touched his chest and was stunned. His body that was blessed by the Night God was what allowed him to be arrogant in the night. If this guy was an enlarged version of himself, he could have all his strength …
In just a few seconds, three heads grew out of the ten-meter-tall Hoffa's chest. Each head opened its bloody mouth, and six blood wings appeared on its back.
"Free, free!"
It laughed and jumped up high in ecstasy. Lightning flashed and thunder rumbled in the sky. The rain reached its peak at this moment.
'It's over …'
Hoffa thought to himself. 'I can't let this abnormal thing get into the Hogwarts. Once it gets in, the plot, the top three competition, and Harry Potter will all be over.'
Fortunately, he had solved hundreds and thousands of crises before. He did not panic and took out an entire tube of Septic Potion from his pocket. The wings on his back flapped, and he flew up into the sky.
In the sky, the ten-meter-tall mimic had a look of disdain. It slapped him casually as if he was swatting a fly.
The two weapons clashed, and Hoffa, who was flying up, fell back down. He smashed into the ground, creating a human-shaped crater that was dozens of meters deep.
"We're free! Haha, Hörheim, we escaped! "
The mimic laughed as it flew in the air. It did not notice that its lower body had turned back into a worm and fell to the ground.
A hand reached out from the crater.
The hand pointed.
Along with a loud cracking sound, the door opened.
A bolt of lightning as thick as a thigh struck down from the sky.
The mimic injected with the Septic Potion was instantly turned into ashes under the effect of a purple electric current. Even the surrounding trees were knocked down by the lightning.
Hoffa slowly climbed out of the crater, his body covered in mud. He came to the worms that fell from the sky. They were no longer in human form. After struggling for a while under the residual electric current, they gradually turned into pitch-black worm shells.
Other than the sound of rain and thunder, there was only Buddy Jr.'s meaningless and painful moans in the forest. There was a strange silence.
Hoffa was a little scared.
He had more or less figured out the Grindelwald's routine. He did not know where the old man was hiding, but he would send people to wherever there were many people and start a massacre.
This time, he was lucky that he did not enter the auditorium with the others. He happened to find the Grindelwald's minions hiding in the Forbidden Forest and did not let the Grindelwald come directly. If he had not found them, what happened at the World Cup in Quidditch would have happened again. God knew how these guys had infiltrated.
"Sparkle … Sparkle … Take me out of here … Sparkle, what should I do … Sparkle … What should I do …"
Buddy Jr, who had encountered an unexpected disaster, knelt on the muddy ground like a puppet and called for his house elf.
Looking at Buddy Jr's appearance, Hoffa frowned. He remembered that when he was in first grade, Buddy Jr had told him that people with low mental strength could not withstand the cold wind of the Hörheim. Buddy Jr. was a typical person with low mental strength. He was not dead after being hit by the wind, but his mind was in a mess.
Hoffa was not sure if he could cure him.
However, he was sure of one thing. The door to the Grim Reaper could be opened. Maybe he could find a way to go to the Grim Reaper in the Hogwarts.
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