"Back to the topic, spells, they have many forms and their magic power is different. Now, according to the regulations of the Ministry of Magic, I should be teaching you all how to break the spells, that's all. Logically speaking, since you are not in the sixth grade, I shouldn't be telling you what the illegal Black Demon Spell looks like because you are still young and can't deal with it. However, Professor Dumbledore praised your courage and he thinks … "
During the day, at nine o 'clock in the morning, Alastor Moody was talking in the classroom. His expression was rich and he was the same as usual. Only if you looked very carefully, you could see the deep emptiness and confusion in his eyes.
Hoffa's doppelganger sat in the corner of the classroom and said nothing.
Last night, after he met Mille, that guy had possessed his right hand. After a fierce conflict, it even went to Dumbledore's office.
He finally got the three Unforgivable Curses, but he didn't master them himself. Mille, who was in his right hand, used the Soul Seizing Curse to control Moody and was pretending to teach Harry, Potter, and the others.
He was afraid that there would be an accident, so he secretly took Mille and followed behind old Moody. But it turned out that he thought too much. Mille's Soul Seizing Curse was very stable. Moody didn't make any mistakes since the class started.
On the podium, just like in the original, he organized the classroom discipline, asked the students questions, and introduced the three Unforgivable Curses.
Hoffa sat in the corner and stared at Moody casually, but he was thinking about Dumbledore. After meeting with Dumbledore last night, he had been suspecting that Dumbledore already knew about his existence.
His words seemed like they were meant for Moody, but it felt like they were also meant for him. [Black Star is rising, and the gods are fighting each other.]
What was Dumbledore trying to say?
Hoffa frowned and rubbed his hair.
The God of Nightmares that he had met before was nowhere to be seen, and no one could solve his puzzle. His teacher, the spokesperson of Death, Grindelwald, was also nowhere to be found. Damn it, why couldn't he be more direct? Why did he have to use such a vague method?
At this moment, a burst of laughter woke him up from his thoughts.
It turned out that Moody, who was on the podium, took out a glass bottle with a spider in it. He used his wand to cast the Soul Seizing Spell on the spider in the bottle. The spider danced on the table, causing the people in the classroom to laugh.
In the corner, Mille muttered in his mind.
"Using the Soul Seizing Incantation to teach the Soul Seizing Incantation, how ironic."
"What's the difference between the Soul Seizing Curse and the Puppet Curse you used on me?" Hoffa couldn't help but ask.
"The Puppet Spell controls the physical body, but you can still retain your own thoughts. After the spell is over, you will still have the memory of being cursed. However, the Soul Seizing Incantation controls your thoughts. After the incantation is over, you will forget who the controller is. "
"Isn't the Soul Seizing Curse better?"
Hoffa looked at Mu Di and felt uneasy. In his opinion, the Soul Seizing Curse was more dangerous than the Life Demanding Curse. If possible, he was really afraid that his soul would be seized.
"You can't say that. Every incantation corresponds to a rule, but the incantations themselves don't have any superiority or inferiority.
Just like the Puppet Spell, although it doesn't have as deep a control as the Soul Seizing Curse, it can control a large group of people, and it can control a longer distance. The Soul Seizing Curse is different. Although it can control a unit more deeply, it can only control one unit most of the time, and the controller must stay by the controlled person's side. If the person's mental strength is not high enough, there is even a risk of being seized. "
"A large group of people …"
Hoffa suddenly thought of Grindelwald and his men, and the scary cages on their heads.
"Is there no solution to the Puppet Spell?"
"No solution? Of course there is a solution. "
Mille said in his mind with a smile, "But I don't have to tell you."
"Damn it."
Hoffa cursed in his mind, but he didn't say anything.
As long as Mille didn't control his body to do anything outrageous, he didn't mind if Mille stayed with him. At least this way, he would have a companion to talk to.
Moody's Defense Against Black Magic class didn't last long. After demonstrating the three major forgivable incantations, the class came to a successful end. The students left the classroom one after another. They seemed to be much more respectful to Moody than they were at the start of school.
When the Defense Against Black Magic class was over and everyone in the classroom had left, Hoffa raised his right hand and asked Mille, as if talking to himself, "What does Miranda want to give me? Can you tell me now?"
In the empty classroom, Mille controlled Hoffa's right hand and made a grasping motion in the air.
Ripples appeared in the air like water.
As if performing magic, Mille took out an old and faded piece of parchment from the air and handed it to Hoffa.
Hoffa picked up the faded piece of parchment and looked at it. There was a row of small words written in red ink on the parchment.
"The ancient and unknown gods need only a long and unpredictable time. The older they are, the more they fear death. If you want to make a deal with the unknown ancient gods, you can only pay the price of time. The only time humans can pay is their lives."
Below the words were a few densely packed runic patterns. They were ancient and sharp and looked like an eye. Under the eye, there was a row of very complicated potion formulas and incantations. It looked like they had to be used together.
"This is …!?"
Hoffa's hand immediately trembled. He thought of 50 years ago, when he was still in his first year and still couldn't transform into a Thunderbird, Joey had opened the door to Death's Arcane Land for him. At that time, he sacrificed one of his little fingers and even part of his lifespan to draw an eye symbol on his arm. This symbol was exactly the same as the one recorded on the parchment.
Mille said calmly, "This is the sacrificial circle to Hörheim, the Arcane Land of Death. My sister spent many years in those primitive tribes to find it for you. Under certain conditions, you can sacrifice your life for a short time to enter Death's Arcane Land. Maybe you can see the person you want to see there. "
"Miranda …"
Hoffa looked at the parchment in his hand and didn't know what to say for a moment. Originally, he thought that 50 years had passed. Joey must have died, and the secret to Hörheim was unknown. Now, the same magic was placed in front of him. It could be said that he had searched high and low for it, only to find it without any effort.
Seeing him like this, Mille poured cold water on him. "But I advise you not to have too much hope. After all, it has been so long. Even if it's a soul, it has dissipated."
Hoffa didn't care about Mille's cold water. After a while, he calmed down and asked Mille, "Can … can I see Miranda?"
"Why? Thank her in person?" Mille sneered.
"Yes." Hoffa said.
"Then throw away that parchment, and I'll take you there," Mille said bluntly.
Hoffa immediately hid the parchment behind him.
.....
.....
With Mille's help, he didn't need to spend time on Moody, nor did he need to spend time pretending to be anyone. Life became peaceful for a period of time, at least for Hoffa.
On the other hand, the Hogwarts School was in turmoil. The Trifecta Tournament was about to begin, and people from the three schools came from all over the world. There were as many young wizards as there were dogs, and handsome men and beautiful women were everywhere. Dumbledore brought out the Goblet of Fire, and people from the Ministry of Magic were sent to protect Hogwarts. A large number of officials from the Ministry of Magic gathered in Hogsmeade.
A week later, under Hoffa's instructions, Mille cast a powerful Confusion Spell on the Goblet of Fire and threw in Harry's name. On the night of the Secret Warriors, a confused Harry Potter was thrown into the whirlpool of conflict by the dark duo. From then on, he lived a miserable life of being mocked by his classmates, gossiped by unscrupulous reporters, and abandoned by his best friend.
Everything was going according to plan, and the only variable was Barty Crouch Jr.
After being blown by the cold wind in the Hörheim, he fell into a state of madness. It wasn't until he saw Sparkle that his madness turned into a dull coma.
Sparkle had said that Buddy Jr would wake up in a week, but a whole month had passed, and Buddy Jr still didn't show any signs of waking up. Not only did he not wake up, but his deep sleep became more and more serious, just like a bear entering hibernation. His breathing and heartbeat slowed down.
This made Sparkle even more worried. Almost every day, she would anxiously ask Hoffa what to do.
But all this had nothing to do with Hoffa. He didn't want to care about Buddy Jr, nor did he want to care about Harry Potter. After receiving the mysterious sacrificial contract, all his attention was focused on it.
If he wanted to go to the Hörheim and sacrifice his own life, he couldn't do it just because he wanted to. He had to concoct the sacrificial potion according to the method on the parchment, and then use it with the incantation.
For a whole month, Hoffa was preparing to go to the Hörheim. He asked Sparkle to steal the potion from Snape's potion classroom and secretly concoct it in the Defense Against Black Magic office. He personally went to the depths of the Forbidden Forest to set up the venue. He didn't want to be interrupted when he opened the Door to the Hörheim.
Time passed in the blink of an eye as he was busy. A month later, the Hogwarts Trifecta was about to enter the first stage of the competition. Hoffa also prepared the sacrificial potion and prepared to enter the Underworld at night.
That night.
The venue was pitch-black. Hoffa and Mille, who was disguised as Moody, walked towards the depths of the Forbidden Forest together. Because of the special nature of what he was going to do tonight, Mille left his palm and became a host in Mad Eye Moody's body.
When they passed by the lawn, the tall and burly half-giant in a tight suit was standing in front of Hagrid's hut, combing his hair and preparing for tonight's date in front of his sink.
Opposite Hagrid's hut, there was a huge carriage. That was the vehicle of Miss Maxim, the principal of Boothbottom Academy. Some men and women were chatting and kissing on the dark lawn. They were French students, who were much more open and romantic than the English students.
The evening wind blew on Hoffa's face. The fragrance of honeysuckle in the air was intoxicating.
Hoffa, who had been obsessed with making sacrificial potions, suddenly felt envious of the students on the lawn. He thought of his own age. In fact, he was only seventeen years old. If he had come to this time and space, he would not have to do anything but drink tea with his friends and discuss the contestants. Perhaps he could represent the Hogwarts in the competition and easily win the championship. Perhaps the only problem he had to worry about was who to invite to the Christmas ball, that was all.
However, when he thought about how if he had been born fifty years later, he might not have met Aglaia and Miranda, he felt relieved and no longer envied the men and women in the night.
But Mille was different. He looked at the French students and groaned while rubbing his hands. The blue magic eye in his eye sockets moved crazily. "After you leave, I'm going to possess the body of a beautiful and handsome man and experience the feeling of youth."
Hoffa could not help but look at him. His wretched expression and Moody's scary face almost made people want to lock him in a cage.
"Don't make any trouble," he said unhappily. "Pretend to be Moody and wait for me to come back."
"It's none of your business. Do you think I'm your servant? "Mille rolled his eyes in disdain.
"If you mess up my plan, I'll really tell on you to your sister."
"Ha, do you think that's not what she thinks?" Mille suddenly hooked his arm around Hoffa's shoulder and whispered in his ear. "She's just a quiet woman who's used to being suppressed. In fact, she secretly peeks …"
"Go away, shut up and stay aside!"
Hoffa blushed and quickly pushed Mille away. He did not want to listen to him talk about Miranda's privacy.
The two continued to walk deeper into the forbidden forest. Before long, they heard a few men shouting in front of them … and then a deafening roar.
Roar!!
Bypassing the bushes, Hoffa caught a glimpse of an open space in the distance. Four fierce-looking adult fire dragons were locked in an enclosure surrounded by thick planks. They stood on their hind legs and roared. They huffed and puffed, and flames flashed in the night sky.
"It seems that the first project is going to use fire dragons."
Mille smiled and then said with disdain, "Each generation is worse than the last. In our era, even a student could tame a fire dragon."
"What does taming a fire dragon mean to you?" Hoffa looked at the fire dragons and felt a little emotional.
Mille, who possessed Moody, shrugged. "It doesn't mean anything. It's just a pet."
"To them, it's to prove themselves. The meaning is different. It has nothing to do with strength."
Hoffa said. Mille looked a little unhappy. "Bach, actually, there's something I can't figure out."
"What is it?"
"Why did you jump into the lake when you were in third grade? I still can't understand why someone would choose to die. "
"It's just an experience of mine, an immature experience," Hoffa said calmly.
"If my sister was here, she would also save you, but I won't let her go." Mille said seriously, "To be honest, I don't think being abandoned by the Hogwarts is a big deal. To die for such a small matter, I can only say that you are narrow-minded."
"It's indeed not a big deal. You're right." Hoffa was very calm, so calm that he was a little absent-minded.
"Then, do you regret it?" Mille asked.
"No, at least I've confirmed some simple things."
As they spoke, they entered the depths of the Forbidden Forest. The roars of the fire dragons in the distance were already inaudible. The fluorescent plants on the ground flickered with a light blue or light yellow luster, attracting mosquitoes to fly around.
Mille took the lead. He waved his fingers and set up a defensive and isolation barrier on all sides.
After that, Hoffa sat cross-legged on the ground and took out a small bottle of medicine. The medicine boiled in the glass tube, and the surface emitted a bronze luster. It looked very heavy.
Finally …
This was the sacrificial medicine he had refined this month. As long as he drank it, he could achieve the effect of sacrifice. Even after so many years of experience, when this moment really came, he was so excited that his hands trembled slightly.
"Do you want me to drink it?" Mille looked at the bottle of medicine with some worry.
"You're worried about me?"
"No, but there's a ready-made sacrifice here." Mille pointed at Mad Eye Hamodi's body. "Wouldn't it be more convenient to sacrifice him directly? That would consume your lifespan."
"Maybe there's no need."
Hoffa said calmly. He thought of the old man who had shot him in the mouth and shook his head self-mockingly. He opened his mouth and swallowed the medicine without hesitation.
This mouthful of medicine was like some kind of thick liquid metal. It was tasteless, but after he swallowed it, he could clearly feel that there was something else in his body. It was wrapped in the thick medicine and flowed in his blood vessels.
That was his time, his life.
It was so surging that he couldn't wait to pour some of it out.
Instinctively, he imitated Joey's actions. He cut open his finger and drew an eye on the back of his hand.
Instantly, as if he had sucked dry a cup of milk and squeezed out the full water droplets, Hoffa's body became thin and shriveled. He aged more than ten years in an instant.
Mille frowned at Hoffa, somewhat unhappy.
He squatted down, bit his finger, and drew a mark with blood on Hamodi's forehead.
"This is a puppet rune. I can't follow you to the Underworld. If you encounter an emergency and need a curse, you can use this rune to contact me. Just call my name, and I will control your body for an hour. But only for an hour, understand? "
"I understand." Hoffa nodded.
"Also, that's the territory of the Grim Reaper, the most terrifying abyss. Whether you find it or not, you must return before the eye disappears. Otherwise, you will be lost in the Hörheim forever, and your body in the real world will become a vegetable.
"I understand. Thank you, Mille."
With that, the blood-red eye on the back of his hand blinked. Hoffa's eyelids gradually became heavy.
Suddenly, he fell to the ground with a plop. It was as if someone had tugged at his hand. His eyes lost their black color, leaving only pure white.
An invisible door opened with a bang, and a strong wind swept up Hoffa's consciousness.
Then, his consciousness followed the mysterious power and passed through the layers of space.
Countless worlds flashed before his eyes, and countless planes lined up under his feet.
It was as if his body was surrounded by old-fashioned movie reels. Finally, when he ended his fall, he stood on solid ground.
A bone-piercing cold wind blew towards him, as if it could blow him to the point where his soul and body were completely destroyed, and he would vanish into nothingness. He shuddered instinctively and wrapped his arms around her shoulders.
However, his spiritual power was much stronger than that of the first years. The cold wind only made him uncomfortable for a moment before he got used to it.
After getting used to the temperature, he opened his eyes.
He took a step back in shock.
At this moment, he was standing on a bridge. A huge, straight stone bridge. It came from an illusory place and led to an unknown shore. At the end of the other shore, there was a huge and blurry eagle shadow. The shadow was so huge that it could not be described with words.
It looked left and right, revealing some light. It was the only light in this abyss.
But this was not the reason why he was shocked. He had been to the Death Mystic Realm once before. The scene here was deeply engraved in his mind.
The reason he was surprised was that this place was different from the last time he was here. There was a huge difference.
The last time he landed, there was no one beside him.
But this time, he was surrounded by people, shoulder to shoulder. It was as if he had entered Wangfujing Street during the Golden Week of the National Day. And those guys were all dressed the same. They were wearing black leather robes and rusty birdcages on their heads. They huddled together quietly and did not make a sound.
Hoffa, who had suddenly appeared, was the only exception among them.
The only person who was not wearing a cage or a black leather coat. It was as sudden as a man suddenly entering a women's bathhouse.
His arrival attracted everyone's attention.
The falling ice and snow came from the dark and empty sky, and then went to the bottomless abyss.
Hoffa stood in the crowd and looked at the bridge. The thousands of people with birdcages on their heads and the eyes behind their cages were fixed on him.
He swallowed his saliva and raised his trembling hand. "Excuse … Excuse me …?"
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