"Damn it! Damn it!! "
After leaving the Ravenclaw common room, Hoffa ran, clutching his right hand. "What kind of spell did you cast on me? Bastard? "
"Puppet Spell. From now on, you are my puppet. I can do whatever I want with your body, unless your mental strength is higher than mine." Mille laughed loudly in his mind. "But that's impossible. I know your mental strength is strong, but I've lived fifty years longer than you! Hahahaha! "
"Just you wait. When this is over, I'll tell your sister everything you've done!!" Hoffa reprimanded in a stern voice.
"Tell her what? Tell her you touched … "
"No one will think you're mute if you don't talk!!"
Hoffa ran out of the Ravenclaw common room, cursing as he ran.
He ran all the way back to his Defense Against Black Magic office. Feeling guilty, he hurriedly crawled into his suitcase.
In the suitcase, Moody was still tied to the pillar, with countless shackles wrapped around his body.
Sparkle was taking care of Buddy Jr in his suitcase, pouring tea for him. For the past two days, Barty Crouch Jr. had been in a coma and showed no signs of waking up. He lay on the bed like a log.
"Sir, you're back?"
Sparkle saw him and immediately went to greet him. For the past two days, Hoffa had been obsessed with finding the Unforgivable Curse. Many of the details of his daily life were taken care of by Sparkle.
"Sparkle … Uh."
Hoffa saw Sparkle, but before he could do anything, Sparkle's body was taken over by Hoffa.
The control of the body was taken away by Miller again. He was like a naughty brat who saw a toy. His eyes lit up as he rushed forward.
"Ha, a house elf. You actually have such a thing!"
Glint watched as the bald youth staggered over, and the expression on her face gradually changed from respect to fear.
"Hoffa" picked Sparkle up from the ground as if she was a chicken. "My sister won't let me play with Pettie. If you ask me, these little things are quite hardworking as servants, but they're too ugly. Change your appearance!"
Snap.
After the spell, a puff of green smoke floated over.
Twinkle, who was wearing a dirty blue coat and had a big nose and ears, turned into a little girl with a delicate appearance. She was only one meter tall, with snow-white skin, a small nose, and cherry lips. She looked like Princess Thumb, which was very much in line with human aesthetics.
Mille nodded in satisfaction. "That's more like it."
"Don't change her appearance!" Hoffa was irritated. He pointed to Sparkle with his left hand. "He Curse!"
A puff of green smoke flashed past, and in the blink of an eye, the little fairy that had just turned into an ugly big nose and big eyes. She was dumbfounded.
"Only an idiot would live in front of an ugly monster. My sister is the same. Change her appearance!" Mille controlled Hoffa to raise his right hand.
Snap!
Sparkle turned into a delicate little girl again.
"If you change her appearance, people will notice something strange!"
Snap!
Sparkle turned into an ugly little elf again.
"Who would care about an elf in the kitchen?"
Snap!
Sparkle turned into a delicate little girl again.
"Why did Miranda send you here? You're not here to make trouble for me? Stop the curse! "
Hoffa looked at his right hand, which was completely out of his control, and was very irritated. Mille claimed to have lived fifty years longer than him, but in fact, she was even more mischievous than she had been fifty years ago at Miranda's house.
Snap!
Sparkle turned into an ugly little elf again.
"Once I'm out of that door, I can't do whatever I want! Change my appearance! "
Snap!
Sparkle turned into a delicate little girl again.
The bald young man in the office danced and spun in circles, looking very excited. Sparkle, who was held in his hand, was so scared that she couldn't speak.
Old Moody, who was chained to a pillar in the distance, had confusion and vigilance in his eyes. That guy's expression was unpredictable, sometimes angry, sometimes perverse, and he looked crazier than ever.
Hoffa was very annoyed. He gave up fighting with Mille for Sparkle in the real world and directly entered his mind to meditate.
Therefore, the bald teenager who was dancing with joy suddenly stopped. He was petrified in front of old Moody, standing on one leg, motionless.
After a few seconds of silence, Sparkle covered her face in horror. "Crazy, Mr. Bach is crazy! Mr. Bach is crazy! What should I do?!
She fell to the ground with a plop and crawled backward, hiding under Buddy Jr's bed, shivering.
Old Moody looked at the bald teenager, who was maintaining a weird dancing posture and an excited smile in front of him, and thought that he had never seen such a weird guy in his decades of life.
.....
.....
Hoffa entered his mind, and in a white light, he saw the little boy who was dancing and celebrating in his mind.
Speaking of which, this was the first time he saw Mille's real appearance.
This personality that was born in Miranda's mental world was eighty to ninety percent similar to the first-year Miranda, almost exactly the same. However, the sinister and perverse aura between her brows could not be removed no matter what.
Unknowingly, he was played by Mille. At this moment, Hoffa completely forgot about the Resurrection Spell and the Unforgivable Curse. He just wanted to pull Mille out of his body and beat him up.
Unfortunately, he did not have a physical body.
Therefore, Hoffa's mind also transformed into a small person that belonged to him. He stepped forward and punched Mille's face heavily, but this punch felt like it had hit a hard rock, and the rebound made him dizzy.
Little Mille was unmoved. He laughed and punched Hoffa in the face, causing him to take three steps back.
Only then did Hoffa realize that Mille was far from the cub from the first year. Now, his mental strength was actually comparable to his, or even higher. In the collision of the mental domains just now, he actually felt like he had lost in an arm wrestle.
"Is it soft?"
Mille, who was punched, was not angry at all. Instead, he asked happily.
"What?"
Hoffa did not react for a moment.
"Junior's delicate body!"
Mille looked at him impatiently, as if he wanted to know that feeling more than him.
"Get out of here!"
He scolded angrily, "Get out of my body!"
"Then I'll leave. You said it."
The little boy turned around and left without any reluctance.
Thinking of the reality outside the mental world, Hoffa gritted his teeth and rushed up to grab his shoulder. "Wait … Wait a minute!"
Mille: "?"
Hoffa: "What does Miranda want you to give me?"
Mille: "Hey, what kind of attitude is this?"
"Alright, I was impulsive."
He said hatefully. He thought that when this matter was over, he would make a body for this guy and then hang him up to beat him up.
"Is it soft?"
Mille asked relentlessly.
"Soft …"
Hoffa suppressed his disgust. He did not know what this guy was like when he was in Miranda's body, but if he was like this every day, it would be hard for him to maintain that carefree temperament.
Mille: "Is it comfortable?"
Hoffa lowered his head and did not say anything.
"Is it soft? Is it comfortable? "
Mille circled around Hoffa like a fly with a thick smirk on his face.
"It's … comfortable …"
In the mental world, Hoffa gritted his teeth and squeezed out a sentence from the gap between his teeth.
"Then do you still want it? How about we change to a junior every day?" The little boy Mille hooked his arm around his shoulder and laughed lewdly in his ear. "I'll be in charge of touching, you'll be in charge of running."
"You!! Go!! Die!! Go!! "
Hoffa could not take it anymore. He turned into a giant mace with a diameter of fifty meters and smashed Mille away.
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.....
In the real world, time continued to pass. The dust in the room floated in the air and did not settle for a long time. Old Moody looked at the motionless guy, and a drop of cold sweat slowly flowed down his forehead. His many years of experience as an Auror made him feel that there were two huge spiritual force fields entangled with each other in the room.
This guy … What's going on?
At this moment, the chain on his mouth suddenly loosened. It seemed that the Transformation Spell suddenly lost its effect. He was stunned and then moved his arm and found that the chain on his arm had loosened.
Could it be …?
Moody was overjoyed. The young man in front of him seemed to have fallen into some kind of predicament and could no longer maintain the stability of the Transformation Spell.
The enemy's predicament was his opportunity to escape. At that moment, he struggled without hesitation. The chains on his arms became looser and looser. Finally, he freed one of his hands and tore off the chain on his mouth. With a clang, he threw it on the ground.
Sparkle, who was hiding under the bed, saw the one-eyed old man in the distance pull out a hand from the chain. She was so scared that her face turned pale. Then, she looked at Buddy Jr who was motionless on the bed with dull eyes. She gritted her teeth and crawled out from under the bed. She stretched out her slender finger and pointed at Moody.
"You … You can't leave!"
The chain that was thrown down by Moody danced in the air again and wrapped around Moody's body. However, Moody sneered and raised his hand to open the chain that was controlled by Glint. "You?"
Both of his hands broke free from the chain. He raised his hand and made a grasping motion. A black magic wand flew out from the darkness of the room at high speed and burrowed into Moody's palm.
"Mr. Bach, Mr. Bach, wake up! That Aura, that Aura is free!"
Sparkle quickly stepped forward and hugged Hoffa's leg. She shook his motionless body with a bitter tone.
As she shook, her whole body suddenly floated up.
Moody, who was completely free, grabbed the house elf and slammed her heavily on the ground.
Then, Moody grabbed the motionless Hoffa. He pressed him against the iron pillar and tied him up with the iron chain that he had used to tie himself up. After doing all this, he found his artificial leg and magic eye from the house and put them on himself. Then, he limped out of the house.
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.....
Thick smoke was billowing in the white light of the spiritual space. The mace turned back into its human form. Hoffa's attention was all focused on Mille, and he had no time to care about anything else.
In a short moment, Mille's consciousness and Hoffa's fought hundreds of times. This was a battle of the spiritual state. The slightest carelessness would result in mental damage and madness like Buddy Jr.
After a while, Mille slowly walked back from afar with her hands behind her back, looking unscathed.
Mille said, "Actually, I have seriously considered your suggestion. Find a male creature to possess, but the men I've seen are too weak. They can't meet my needs at all. "
Mille's young face showed a deep desire. "But you're different. You can barely meet my standards. Hoffa. "
"What are you talking about?"
"Take a guess. If I destroy your soul, possess your body, and then go back to find my sister, will she be happy?"
"She won't be happy even if you think about it with your legs!"
Mille's perverse expression turned into sorrow. "I don't have two years to live. How do you know if you don't try?"
"Two years to live? What do you mean? "Hoffa asked.
Mille walked forward and said calmly, "Fate is an ouroboros. I've seen your tail, so I naturally know what your head looks like. Hoffa, nothing else matters. Enjoy the present. Hogwarts have groups of beauties. If you want, we can cut them all like chives."
"You and I have known each other for so many years. Do you think I'm the kind of person who is blinded by lust?"
"You're quite a hypocrite. Who knows what the real you is like?"
"To tell you the truth, physical contact without love only makes me feel disgusted and empty." Hoffa said, "Now that we've talked and fought, are you going to teach me the three Unforgivable Curses?"
"Hmph."
Mille rolled his eyes and sneered after a secret sigh. "You want to learn the three Unforgivable Curses in one night? Even gods can't do it."
"You!?" Hoffa's face was gloomy. "So after all this time, you're playing with me?"
"Not to that extent. Don't you still have someone beside you?" Mille shrugged and smiled evilly. "If he's still here!"
"Someone else …?"
Hoffa's face changed when he thought of Moody.
He could no longer care about Mille. His mind returned to reality.
The moment he returned to reality, pain immediately surged through his body. He looked down. Good lord, he was like Jesus nailed to the cross. His entire body was wrapped in chains, and his palms and feet were firmly pierced through by large iron nails. He couldn't move. Sparkle was lying unconscious on the ground with a bruise on his forehead. Alastomud had long since run away.
Smack!
With a splash of blood, he forcefully pulled out the iron nails and broke free from the pillar.
In order to deal with Mille just now, his transformation art had inadvertently relaxed for a moment. That fellow, Moody, had broken free and ran away.
At this moment, Hoffa's right hand rose uncontrollably. He opened his mouth and let out an indifferent cry.
"If I were you, I'd break his legs. You're still too merciful."
"Shut up!"
Hoffa grabbed his right hand and said angrily, "If you continue to annoy me, don't blame me for falling out with you!"
"A weak threat."
He raised his right hand and stuck out his tongue at him like a child's face.
Damn it!
Hoffa cursed silently. Before his feet could heal, he let go of his right hand and rushed out of the door.
It was still dark outside the office. He closed his eyes and thought for a second. He immediately knew where Moody had gone.
His recent disguise did not reveal any flaws. If Moody wanted to expose him, the fastest way would be to look for Deng Ledo. Deng Ledo was the only person who could pose the greatest threat to him. Thinking of this, he rushed to Deng Ledo's office.
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