Hogwarts, the ball was in full swing.
The wizard musicians were working hard on the stage. They were playing a piece by Dmitrievich Dmitrievich. Dmitri Shostakovich's Second Waltz.
Accompanied by the elegant waltz, the warriors of Hogwarts danced with their partners. The other students also swarmed onto the dance floor, showing off their charm with the music.
On the edge of the dance floor, Mille, who was disguised as Moody, laughed exaggeratedly. He kicked his wooden legs and shuttled through the crowd with a beautiful Boothbarton girl in his arms.
Everyone who saw him gave him a kind and understanding look. "Nice dance steps, Professor Moody."
"Ron, you flatterer. Your father knows how good you are at flattering. He'll probably wake up laughing in his dreams."
"The dress is beautiful, Professor Moody."
"Get out of here. I'm going to stuff your head into your ass, Fred."
"Very skillful posture, Professor Moody."
"Go to hell, Cedric. I'm more skillful than your girlfriend."
"Professor Moody, tonight is so beautiful."
"Yes, except for the fact that you've all become puppets, idiots!"
.....
Every time someone spoke to him like this, Mille would laugh and nod, using the most vulgar words to insult everyone. But they ignored him. Instead, they faced him with more eager dancing and a more positive attitude.
"Mille … Mille, can you hear me …?"
A faint shout appeared in Mille's ears. The voice was very low. He ignored it and began to dance wildly with the beautiful Boothbarton girl in his arms. They danced from one side of the auditorium to the other in the tango. He danced wildly and asked the girl in his arms, "Do you believe that I can blow up this auditorium right now and no one will stop me?" “
"Oh, your joke is too funny."
The girl in his arms looked at him with dreamy eyes, no different from looking at a lover.
"Joke, do you want to hear a joke?"
Mille danced on the tango, made the girl spin 720 degrees, and pulled her into his arms again.
"Of course, please go ahead."
"I still remember the last French girl I saw was a driver who drove a Muggle car. Do you know Muggle cars?"
"I know," the girl said eagerly. "My grandfather was a Muggle."
"Ha, that's so interesting. She came to London to play with me. Her English is not good. When she drove to Regent Street, the road sign in front told her to turn left. She was not very sure, so she asked me, "Turn?"
left?”
I said "Right" and she ran into the fire hydrant on her head! Hahaha! "
"You're really interesting. Even if you're French, your English isn't that bad." The girl gasped for breath. Because Miller's movements were too intense, the blonde girl's forehead had already exuded fine beads of sweat.
Mille held the girl in his arms came to the bar.
"Two glasses of brandy," he ordered without hesitation... Two glasses of hard liquor, studded with olives, appeared before him.
"I don't drink," said the Boothbottom girl in her ethereal voice.
"I didn't ask for your opinion, French bitch."
Mille raised his head and drank a large glass of brandy, then another. His hands were on the table, trembling.
"Will there really be other French girls who come to play with you?"
"Don't look at me … I … burp … I was very handsome when I was young. I have a sister who is also famous for being a beauty. My sister has a best friend who is French. "
Mille stared ahead, trying to find Dumbledore, but there was no trace of the old wizard.
"Really?"
The French girl said suspiciously. "You don't look like you have a sister."
"Hahaha, guess."
Mille asked for another glass of brandy, raised his head and drank. "I used to have schizophrenia, but we've recovered now."
"Haha, you're so funny."
"Damn it, I'm not joking."
"Then your doctor in charge must be very good."
Mille's expression froze. Hoffa's dying body seemed to appear in front of him again. He crushed the glass and pulled the girl back to the dance floor.
.....
.....
Boom!!
A Roman pillar in the Eternal Arena was smashed to pieces by a gray-haired, golden-eyed boy. Under the fallen Roman pillar, a man covered in wounds was fleeing in panic.
After a few steps, a blood-red shadow rushed out from the smoke. In the midst of running, wings grew on his back. His lips were torn to the roots of his ears, filled with sharp teeth.
"Blood …!"
Boom!!
It was another earth-shattering blow.
A huge hole was blasted in the entire arena, and the ghosts were blasted into the sky by the force of the explosion. In the face of such a huge destruction, not only did Avada not stop it, it even danced excitedly on the balloon.
"Who is the real Hoffa, Bach, the one who ran away?"
“NO！！”
The ghosts in the stands expressed their disapproval.
"The one who chased?"
“YES！！”
Tens of thousands of ghosts expressed their approval.
"Hahahahaha, you're making me so confused. I don't know, I'm so confused, I'm so confused. Avada shook its head out of the Mirage." But thinking about it, we can definitely defeat the impostor, right? Right!? Alright, alright, it's decided. Whoever wins is the real one, hahahaha!! "
Avada's crazy voice and the screams of the ghosts made Hoffa anxious. The pursuit of the guy who had his own body made him even more flustered.
He pressed on his ears and fled in panic in the billowing smoke. Mille once left a drop of blood on his head before he entered the Underworld. Mille said that as long as he needed the Magic Spell, he could contact him for a short period of about an hour. But when he really needed the Magic Spell, that guy did not move.
"Mille, Mille, can you hear me!?"
He shouted persistently. Suddenly, a mysterious mental link appeared in his head through space. His body moved uncontrollably.
Hoffa was overjoyed. He thought that Mille had heard him, so he immediately stopped.
The moment he stopped, the Child of the Night God who was wreaking havoc also stopped. He stood a hundred meters away from him and looked at him with vigilance.
"You actually still have your own consciousness."
Hoffa said through gritted teeth.
"Blood …"
That body arched like a beast, and its feet moved slowly along the sand.
"He's not running anymore. That man is not running anymore!"
Avada knelt on the balloon and stretched his neck out. He said in a trembling voice, "Hoffa, Bach, are you going to face your own body? Face the body that was blessed by the Night God, the body that was cursed by the Day God? "
The tens of thousands of ghosts in the stands also stretched their heads out. It was rare for them to be quiet. Some ghosts even put their hands in their mouths, waiting for Hoffa to counterattack or be torn to pieces by the beasts.
Hoffa slowly raised his arm and pointed straight ahead. He put his feet together and raised his right foot. The tip of his foot was close to the heel of his left foot. Using the tip of his right foot as support, he slowly stood up.
"Oh …"
The ghosts Zizi gasped.
"Is it coming?"
"Is it coming!?"
Avada's eyes widened as he said in ecstasy. The microphone in his hand even turned into an extremely long telescope that was dozens of meters long. He held the telescope in front of his eyes. It was very comical.
"Is it coming? How is he going to defeat his own body? "
Huo Fa turned around and pointed at the stands. Then, he put his hand on his crotch. He crossed his legs and kept twisting on the sand. It looked like he was moving forward, but in fact, he was moving backward.
Avada raised the telescope and shouted in shock, "Look, what is he doing? Is that some mysterious spell-casting move? "
On the sand, Hoffa did a beautiful turn and waved his hands as if he had broken something. The sound of glass shattering echoed throughout the Eternal Arena. His movements were as agile as a dragon coming out of the sea, full of the beauty of strength. He was also like a swallow flying through the forest. His every move was elegant and casual.
"He's dancing!!"
"He's f * cking dancing!!"
Avada finally reacted. He roared, "He's actually spacewalking in the Eternal Arena. As expected of that man. Is he crazy?!"
"Wuwuwu." After roaring, Avada shed tears of excitement. "You can see everything if you live long enough! My thinking is too rigid, too rigid! "
Then, he stood up from the clown balloon and opened his arms as if he had the world in his heart.
"Come on!"
Countless flags appeared around the Eternal Arena. There was even a huge LED wall with dozens of colorful laser lights flashing on the top of the wall.
"Since he's so interested, as the host, how can I fall behind? Come on, baby. I haven't seen you in a long time!"
As he spoke, Avada turned into five people. They each held a microphone, a guitar, a drum set, an electronic organ, and a flute.
"Ladies and gentlemen, a song from the modern singer Michael Jackson, Billie
Jean, I, Avada, will give it to everyone. "
"Shh!!!!"
Such a comical scene made all the ghosts hiss angrily. This was very different from what they wanted to see.
"Get out!"
"A bunch of lunatics!"
"Kill him now!!"
On the battlefield, Hoffa was about to go crazy. His terrifying body was looking at him with extreme vigilance. But he was uncontrollably spacewalking on the sand. That guy Mille, what is he doing in the real world?
The crazy atmosphere in the arena did not affect the Son of the Night God at all. In the distance, the golden-eyed, gray-haired boy removed his defensive posture. He stabbed his palm into his chest and pulled it out again, bringing out a spray of blood. The blood fell on his beast-like face, giving him a hint of holiness.
"Blood …"
He bathed in his own blood, intoxicated. His body grew crazily like a balloon. Two meters, three meters, four meters, five meters. At the same time, a huge pair of blood-red wings tore out from his back. In the blink of an eye, he turned into a huge monster more than ten meters tall. His body was covered with hideous bone spikes.
Whoosh!
A huge mouth opened in his chest, shining with the Milky Way and the stars.
The spirits in the stands cheered wildly. The bloodthirsty emotions in the Eternal Arena accompanied the body of the Son of the Night God as it swelled, swelled, and swelled continuously. Then, with the strong live performance of the Avada, it gushed out in this life and death battle.
"Blood!!"
The huge monster pounced on Hoffa on all fours.
But in the middle of the dance, he lightly held his crotch, held the back of his head, shook his head, and pushed his lower body forward. He jumped into an extremely coquettish position.
"Ah!!!"
"Kill him!!"
"I can't take it anymore!!"
The ghosts in the stands were so angry that they were about to die a second time. They had no idea where they had gotten rotten eggs, stinky mandarin fish, green vegetables, and the like from, and threw them at the center of the arena like rain.
In the center of the arena, Hoffa looked at his other self, who was close to him, and screamed at the top of his lungs.
"Bastard Mille, what are you doing!?"
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