The Dripping Monster opened its mouth and spat water into the pool below it. But no matter how much it spat, the pool did not seem to be full.
Moody stood in front of the Dripping Monster and shouted, "Abusi! Abusi, come out! "
The Dripping Monster did not move at all. It looked at Moody coldly and waited for him to give the password.
"Damn it, who set this stupid rule! Abusi, come out now! "Moody stood anxiously in front of the Dripping Monster and shouted.
The Gargoyle Monster glanced at Moody arrogantly and turned its head away, refusing to look at him.
"Patter, patter, patter …"
Soft footsteps came from behind.
In the darkness, Moody's blue demonic eyes turned 180 degrees. He saw that in the corridor 100 meters behind him, the strange young man that he had tied up earlier had flown to the top of the corridor like a giant bat. He maintained a very strange posture. His right hand was stretched forward, floating in front of him, as if he was being pulled by his own right hand.
While running, the strange young man's right hand opened a mouth and stuck out his tongue. "I've caught up to him!"
"Monster! Die! "
Moody took out his magic wand and swung it in the corridor. "Shatter all of them! Shatter all of them! "
Hoffa was shocked. Moody knew that he could not enter the principal's office without knowing the password, so he simply destroyed the surroundings to attract the attention of Dumbledore and the other school workers.
At this moment, Huo Fa's right hand automatically raised, and the mouth of his right hand opened as he shouted, "Stop the curse!"
The blue Shatter Curse was dissolved before it hit the Dripping Monster. It turned into invisible magic and slowly dissipated.
Hoffa breathed a sigh of relief and looked at his right hand. Mille was still useful and did not make the situation worse. He raised his right hand and walked slowly toward Moody in this strange posture.
Mad Eye Moody waved his wand in a frenzy, pouring out a torrent of spells. However, before the spells could even touch Huo Fa's body, they were all neutralized by Miller.
Finally, he stopped one meter in front of Moody. "Mad Eye, don't be nervous. We can talk."
"Where did you come from, monster?"
"I'm not a monster."
Mad Eye Moody stood in front of the Dripping Monster. "Do you know whose territory is behind you?"
"I know, Abusi Dumbledore."
"Since you know, why aren't you leaving?" Alastor Moody said fiercely. "When Abusi and Deng Bulido come out, no matter what kind of monster you are, you will be brought to justice!"
"You don't know the password. You can't enter the office."
Hoffa was getting closer and closer to Moody. He tried to persuade him, "Don't worry, I won't do anything to you. After this year, when I've achieved my goal, I'll let you go."
"Who would believe you? You locked me in a box and tied me up with iron chains. Once you've achieved your goal, you'll kill them to silence them. I've seen plenty of dark Magi like you in my life! "
"Please, do I look like a dark sorcerer to you?"
Hoffa defended himself, feeling wronged. "Other than locking you up and restricting your freedom, I didn't do anything to you physically. You, on the other hand, pierced my chest and nailed my hands and feet. If it weren't for my special constitution, you would've killed me twice.
"You …?"
Moody was stunned. He thought for a moment and his face softened a little. "Then tell me, who are you?"
"As you can see, I'm an ordinary Shapeshifter with my own plans. I'm neither ambitious nor a threat."
"Ordinary Shapeshifter … What an ordinary Shapeshifter."
Moody leaned against the wall sarcastically. "Excessive modesty will only make people disgusted. If you want to attack me, why don't you just say so?"
"Okay, I'm an expert shapeshifter. Okay … right?"
As soon as Hoffa finished speaking, his eyes widened.
The dripping monster that Moody was leaning against suddenly opened with a rumble. He was caught off guard and fell backward. He had to grab onto the handrail to stabilize himself on the spot.
Shapeshifter is the password?
Moody was stunned for a second. Then, a touch of ecstasy appeared on his face. The wooden leg propped him up and he went straight up the spiral stairs.
Hoffa's face changed again and again. He hurriedly went through the gap in the wall and stepped on the spiral stone stairs. The door closed behind him. The stairs slowly went up automatically and sent him to a Sparkle of oak door with a brass knocker.
Moody didn't even knock on the door. He waved his hand. "Araho, open!"
The tip of the wand flashed orange, and the door opened with a bang. Moody stepped into the room and shouted, "Abusi!"
"Sh * t, it's over!"
Hoffa jumped up high. In the sea of consciousness, Mille knocked Hoffa away like an F1 driver who saw his clumsy girlfriend driving and took control of his body. The moment the door opened, "Hoffa" in the air raised his right hand and pointed at Moody's back.
"Soul Ejection!"
A glaring white light hit Moody. Mille's Soul Seizing Curse and Buddy Jr's Soul Seizing Curse were on a completely different level. This time, Moody held his head and twisted wildly. He stretched out his hand and stretched it out in front of him.
Even without control of his body, Hoffa could feel that the mental defense in old Moody's mind was being destroyed and invaded by Mille rapidly. This speed was almost unstoppable. It seemed to take a long time, but in fact, it was extremely fast.
Almost at the same time that Moody was hit by the Soul Seizing Curse, Hoffa fell heavily to the ground. The control of his body was returned from Mille to Hoffa.
In the short gap, he saw the scene in the room.
It was a very beautiful circular room. The portraits of the previous headmasters of Hogwarts hung on the wall. They were all in a deep sleep. Their chests rose and fell gently.
A phoenix was perched on a golden branch by the door. It was as big as a swan. Its bright red and golden feathers were dazzling. At this moment, it was resting with its head in its wings. Hearing the sound, it shook its long tail feathers and woke up. It looked in confusion and vigilance at the place where Hoffa had disappeared, and the scarred man who had suddenly barged into the headmaster's office.
On the wall behind the desk, old and patched sorting hats were placed on a shelf. In a glass box next to it was a Sparkle Silver Sword. The hilt of the sword was inlaid with a large ruby.
Gryffindor's Sword, the Fairy's Weapon.
At this moment, a silver object entered his sight. He turned around to look for the source of the light. He saw a bright silver light coming from the box under Fox. It was one crystal clear glass bottle after another. It was filled with a bright silver substance. They kept flowing, like ripples on the surface of the water in the breeze. They spread out elegantly like clouds and rotated gently.
It was a memory.
Next to the quietly rotating memory bottle, Moody clutched his head and struggled frantically. He could not make a sound.
But the more he struggled, the more dispirited he became. In the end, he lowered his head in an unusually stiff manner, like a computer that had crashed.
Pitter-patter.
Light footsteps came from the depths of the headmaster's office.
Hoffa did not hesitate to enter the Shadow World where the Ghost Walk was.
As soon as he entered the shadow, Albus Dumbledore, dressed in a pale wizard's robe, came down the stairs from the second floor of the headmaster's office.
He was holding a shallow stone basin. There were strange carvings on the basin's mouth. There were many runes. The silver light came from the things in the basin, illuminating his old face. He was not sleeping. His blue eyes were a little red and swollen, and there was an intense and unconcealable fatigue on his face.
Of course, he also saw Moody standing in front of the headmaster's desk, motionless.
This stunned Dumbledore for a second. Then, he returned to normal without any hindrance. He put the meditation basin on the table as if he was a man who saw his son playing with water in the yard after work.
"Good evening, Moody."
He rubbed his eyes. "We haven't talked so late in the night for a long time."
Pitter-patter.
Ten seconds.
During the Ghost Walk, Hoffa raised his right hand and slowly stepped back. At this moment, he was sweating profusely. From the Ravenclaw common room to the headmaster's office, it had been a crazy night.
Before Dumbledore appeared, he did not feel anything. But the moment Dumbledore appeared, he felt an enormous mental pressure. He knew that once the Ghost Walk ended, he would be immediately discovered by Dumbledore. Even if he entered the illusion state, it would not work. The only thing he could do was to stay as far away from his former teacher as possible during the Ghost Walk.
"Damn it, Dumbledore has a strong sense of perception."
Mille's nervous voice rang in Hoffa's mind. "The Soul Seizing Spell might not be able to hide from him."
"Hide it for as long as possible. Don't let Moody look up and make eye contact with Dumbledore," Hoffa communicated with Mille in his mind.
"Should we fight him directly?"
Mille licked his lips. "If it's just the two of us, he might not be a match for us."
"No, we can't fight him."
Hoffa made a prompt decision and controlled his body to step back slowly.
"Why? You're too pedantic."
"It has nothing to do with being pedantic. Hogwarts has more than one headmaster."
"You're right."
Mille said in a hoarse voice.
In the mental world, the two of them communicated at an extremely fast speed.
In the real world, time passed very slowly.
Pitter-patter.
Nine seconds.
Dumbledore sat behind the chair as if nothing had happened. He even joked, "Do you have anything to say to me? Is it because the bed in Hogwarts is too hard and you're not used to it?"
In the shadows, Hoffa controlled his body and slowly stepped back. He could not see Dumbledore's face clearly, but he could feel a little sadness in his voice. Apology?
Wait, what kind of tone is that?
Hoffa was very confused.
"There's a dark wizard," Alastor Moody lowered his head and said like a puppet, "I feel an evil aura."
Dumbledore opened his mouth slightly, pushed his glasses, and sighed softly. "Seems like you feel it too, old friend."
Eight seconds.
Hoffa, who was stepping back, trembled. Mille probably just controlled Moody to say it casually and did not use his brain at all. But Dumbledore said that he felt it too. What did he feel? Did he feel his own existence?
"The black star is rising, and the gods are in constant strife."
Dumbledore slowly raised the black wand in his hand. "The Grim Reaper has sensed the provocation from the past. He will drive a carriage across the sky, and wherever he goes, nothing will grow."
"What are you talking about!?"
Seven seconds.
Moody raised his head, and his empty eyes reflected the shock on Hoffa and Mille.
Six seconds.
"I have no way to explain it to you, no way at all. Every one of us has a problem that we have to solve, big or small."
Dumbledore looked at his wand and whispered as if he was sleep-talking, "But I believe that my best friend will always make the right choice, don't you think so?"
Hoffa felt as if he was struck by lightning, and cold sweat dripped down his back. The pair of extremely penetrating blue eyes seemed to see through space.
Five seconds.
The emptiness in Moody's eyes faded away, and Mille gradually took control of his body. He asked coldly, "What are you talking about, Abusi?"
Five seconds.
Four seconds.
Three seconds.
But a full three seconds had passed, and Dumbledore did not answer. He sat there, motionless, as if he had been petrified. At the same time, an inexplicable sense of drowsiness welled up in Hoffa's heart, and he suddenly wanted to sleep. It was as if he had taken sleeping pills after a long day of traveling.
He thought it was dawn, but he turned his head and looked out of the window.
The sky was dark, and the full moon hung high in the sky. There was no sunlight at all. Feeling tired at night was something that he did not even dare to think about in the past.
Fortunately, the feeling of drowsiness came and went quickly. Three seconds later, he woke up and continued to move his body backward.
"Abusi."
"Abusi?"
"Abusi?!"
In the office, Mille remotely controlled Moody to push Deng Bledore a few times.
Once Huo Fa had retreated to the door, Abusi and Deng Bulido quivered and slowly raised their heads. The sharpness in their eyes turned murky as they muttered, "I'm getting old, I can't concentrate …" Then, as if he had just seen Mu Di standing in front of him, he asked in surprise, "Why are you here, Arastor? How did you get in?"
He completely forgot what he had just said and repeated the question he had asked a few seconds ago.
Mille wanted to answer, but Hoffa took over his control of Moody and said, "It's nothing. I suddenly couldn't sleep in the middle of the night, so I wanted to come over and talk to you."
"What do you want to talk to me about?" Deng Bledore asked cautiously.
"I've been in Hogwarts for three days, but the bed I sleep on is harder than the deck of the Mayflower." Moody sighed. "My waist can't take it anymore."
Tick tock.
There were two seconds left on Ghost Walk.
"Oh, I see. You can talk to Filch about this. Ask him to change your bed. There's no need to tell me," Abusi said.
Abusi Dumbledore said half-heartedly. He turned to look at the side of the Meditation Basin and pressed the wand against his temple.
"What are you doing?" Hoffa asked curiously.
"I need time to organize my memories. I've lived for too long, and there are too many memories in my head. I can't think clearly. You can go back first."
After that, he waved his hand tiredly, and the door of the office slammed shut.
Before he left the room, the last thing he saw was Dumbledore pulling out a crystal thread from his temple and placing it into the meditation basin.
Tick tock.
There was only one second left on Ghost Walk.
Hoffa left the Shadow World, and Alastosamundi, who had his soul stolen, was also pushed out of the room by Deng Bledore's magic.
Outside Abusi Deng Bledore's office, Hoffa looked at his right hand.
A strong sense of uneasiness rose in his mind.
At this moment, Deng Bledore was weirder than ever. It was as if he was not talking to one person, but two people. A few seconds ago, he was exactly the same as the man in the original work. He was calm and gentle, powerful and indifferent. But ever since that strange sense of sleepiness hit him, Deng Bledore seemed to have changed into a different person. He became like the old and irritable Amando Dippet 50 years ago.
This made him think of the words of the God of Nightmares. If he stayed at this time and did not return, the entire world line would collapse.
What was this?
A sign of collapse?
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