Hoffa did not want to care about how Old Barty escaped from his hand, how he rushed down the snow, and how he was knocked down by the old man standing in the shadows.
Barty and his son did not escape the trap of fate. Even though the way they died this time was different from any of the deaths he had seen in the movie theater of hell in Hörheim, he could not help but feel a strong sense of sympathy for them.
Everything had its coincidences, but the outcome was as inevitable as fate.
Hoffa recalled what Aglaia had told him in the Underworld. He looked at Nicole Lemay from afar and slowly walked down the hill.
Buddy Jr was sprawled out on the snowy ground of the mountain stream. His blood was like dye as it slowly spread out along the hard snow. It was steaming hot. However, the hot air was quickly blown away by the cold wind of the mountain stream. It no longer existed.
Beside him, Old Barty was kneeling beside a cedar tree. His head was pressed against the tree trunk as he stared at his son who was lying on the snowy ground. There was a big hole in his chest due to the curse. He was breathing less than he was exhaling.
Hoffa helplessly closed his eyes as he looked at Barty and his son who were lying on the snowy ground.
"Why?" He asked Nicole Lemay.
"What do you mean why?"
Nicole Lemay looked at him coldly. "Why did you bring the people from the Ministry of Magic? We agreed to send Harry Potter here. Why didn't you follow the plan?"
"The plan won't work, Lemay."
Hoffa let out a long breath and spat out a cloud of mist in the cold night. "I can't carry out that mission anymore."
"Is the plan not working, or do you have another plan?" Nico Lemay asked sharply. He raised an ancient-looking necklace and asked, "Have you forgotten what we agreed on back then?"
"I didn't forget …"
Hoffa said in a low voice. He walked over to Buddy Jr and closed his eyes. His hands were trembling slightly. He felt as if he had fallen into a swamp. The more he struggled, the faster he sank. "Chloe won't allow you to do that."
"This has nothing to do with Chloe. Reviving her is just my personal plan. I'll do it even if you're not here. Our goal is the resurrection spell. Do you understand the resurrection spell?"
"I understand."
"What do you know?"
Nicole Lemay glanced at Peter Pettigrew, who was rubbing his hands and chuckling. "You, go and bury those two people. Bury them far away."
"Got it."
After receiving the order, Peter Pettigrew immediately ran to Buddy Jr's corpse and dragged it far away. He then ran back and dragged Old Barty's corpse far away on the snowy ground.
Then, he turned his wand into a shovel and started digging on the snowy ground. After a while, he had dug out two small holes for burying people.
Seeing that Peter Pettigrew had run away to dig the holes, Nicole Lemay walked to Hoffa's side and said with a pained voice, "What are you thinking, stupid boy? Even if you want to revive Fatir's daughter, you can't go back fifty years without Chloe's power."
Hoffa asked, "Why must I go back fifty years?"
Nicole Lemay said, "Only by going back fifty years and reviving Fatir's daughter can you live with her."
"Why?"
Hoffa came back to his senses and was puzzled. "I can't revive her in this time and space?"
"If you revive her in this time and space, she'll be considered a newborn in this era. If you go back, the time flare will still tear her apart. I think you know this better than anyone else. "
Time flare …
Hoffa's face suddenly turned pale. He took two steps back and leaned against the train platform.
Looking at Hoffa's dejected expression, Nico Lemaire shook his head. He stepped forward and patted Hoffa's shoulder. "Now, go back and bring that damned Harry Potter here. Then, I'll get my hands on the resurrection spell and give you a copy. You can do whatever you want with the rest."
For a moment, Hoffa almost wanted to say yes, but then he thought of the terrifying six thousand cycles and the hopeless fate. He couldn't help but say, "No, no."
"No?"
Nicole Lemay looked at Hoffa as if she was looking at a monster.
"What the hell are you thinking? What can you do by reviving Lord Voldemort? At most, the resurrection spell can be used, and then you … "
He secretly made a gesture of touching his neck. "As for bringing people from the Ministry of Magic to make him unhappy, you don't really believe those people from the Ministry of Magic, do you?"
"It's not what you think at all!"
Hoffa was extremely helpless. He knew the truth of the infinite cycle, but Nicole Lemay didn't. But he didn't know how to explain it to Nicole Lemay. He could only say, "No, Lemay, I will never give Harry Potter to Lord Voldemort."
"Then what about the resurrection spell?"
Nicole Lemay smiled. "Without it, we can't do anything."
Hoffa couldn't answer for a moment. On one side was a dead end to the infinite cycle, and on the other side was a high wall. It was a dead end.
But after weighing the pros and cons, he made a choice. He couldn't carry out that mission anymore. Nothing was more terrible than continuing the cycle.
So he took a step back and shook his head.
"Oh, I understand."
Looking at Hoffa's appearance, Nicole Lemay showed an expression of realization. "You don't want to go back to fifty years ago. Are you afraid that I'll forcefully send you back after reviving Chloe?"
"You want to go back?" Hoffa couldn't help but ask. "Go back to that era of war? Go back to that era where people live and die at night? "
"I won't do that." Nicole Lemay shook her head. "If you really don't want to send Harry Potter back, then forget it."
Saying that, he politely stretched out his hand and said gently, "It's still very nice to meet you, Bach."
Hoffa subconsciously reached out and shook Nicole Lemay's hand.
Nicole Lemay held Hoffa's hand and leaned close to his body. She whispered in his ear, "You know, I've always admired your transformation spell."
Suddenly, there was a slight pain in his waist. Hoffa knew that something was wrong. He pushed Nicole Lemay away and looked down. There was a syringe firmly stuck in his waist. There was some transparent medicine left in the syringe.
Hoffa was shocked. It was the Blood Decay Potion!
He abruptly pulled the potion out and looked up. Nico Lemour was staring at him with cold eyes. The hint of gentleness she had just shown had disappeared without a trace, as if it had been an illusion.
"What are you thinking, old man?!"
"This syringe will last you until next week. I hope your transformation spell is superb," he said coldly.
As soon as he finished speaking, a giant purple snake darted out from the shadows of the forest and opened its mouth to spit blood at Hoffa. Hoffa, whose strength had been eroded by the Blood Decay Potion, was forced to retreat. The moonlight no longer blessed him, and he was bitten on the neck by the giant purple snake.
Then, the giant snake twisted like a spring and wrapped around Hoffa in the blink of an eye.
Hoffa grabbed the snake's neck and his fingers turned into claws. He tore at the snake's neck and cursed, "Damn it, Lemay! You sold me out just like that? "
"Sorry, I didn't have a choice."
Nicole Lemay was unmoved. "I gave you a chance, but you went back on your word. I can't work with you now."
"I …!"
The giant snake's cold scales wriggled and tightened. Gradually, he could not breathe. Not only that, it also expanded its bones and stuck to Hoffa's head, trying to swallow him into its stomach.
Just as Huo Fa and the serpent were in a deadlock, another gust of wind came from behind. A shining iron shovel smashed down on Huo Fa's shoulder, leaving a wound so deep that his bones could be seen.
Hoffa was in pain. Ignoring the loss of his magic power, he turned his arms into Thunderbird wings and threw the giant purple snake away. It hit a tree and then kicked away Peter, who had attacked him from behind. He covered his bleeding shoulder and kept retreating, glaring at Nicole Lemay.
Nicole Lemay shook her robe and pulled out her magic wand. "Don't worry, I won't kill you. Stun."
A red Stun Spell shot at Hoffa, and he disappeared.
Crack!
There was a soft sound.
Mirage, he appeared a hundred meters away.
Nicole Lemay also disappeared Mirage. The moment she appeared, she came face to face with Hoffa. She grabbed Hoffa's wrist with her skinny hand like an iron hook. "Multiple Bindings."
He chanted the spell again. This time, the incantation was very ancient. Along with the incantation, Hoffa's whole body was tightly bound by invisible ropes. His whole body twisted into a strange posture as he stood on the snowy ground.
He stared at Lemay. This old man had become one of the ropes that bound him. As long as he was brought back to Lord Voldemort, what awaited him would definitely be the original plot.
Those were the things he wanted to do in the beginning, but they had been proven to not be able to save Aglaia, Chloe, himself, or anyone else.
"Let me go! Old man, "he said.
"Impossible. You'll ruin the plan."
"Then you'll be the same as killing me," Hoffa said sadly. He couldn't break the invisible ropes at all. He couldn't break the spell and began to miss Mille.
"Sorry," Nicole Lemay said without much apology, "Wormtail."
Little Shorty ran over from the snow, dragging his shovel. His bald head was steaming with sweat. "Your orders, Mr. Lemay."
"Bring him to the Dark Lord." Nicole Lemay said, "Let the two of them go by themselves … by themselves … by themselves …"
"By themselves what?"
Wormtail was confused. He picked up Holly and carried her on his shoulder.
"By themselves … by themselves …"
Nicole Lemay's voice became softer and softer. Suddenly, his legs gave way and he fell to the ground. He fell onto the snowy ground and snored loudly. He had actually fallen asleep.
"Ah?"
Wormtail was startled when he suddenly fell to the ground. He stretched his neck out and looked at the old man who had fallen asleep on the ground in confusion.
The spell that bound Hoffa disappeared after Lemay fell asleep. In the blink of an eye, Hoffa kicked Wormtail in the waist and sent him flying headfirst into the snow.
"Damned birdman!"
Wormtail screamed as his nose bled. He got up from the ground and turned around. The gray-haired middle-aged man had entered Mirage and disappeared from Nicole Lemay and Peter's side. His whereabouts were unknown.
.....
.....
"Old man? Old man? " Peter could not care less about Hoffa who had disappeared. He covered his nose and ran to Nicole Lemay's side. He shook his shoulders. "Wake up, old man."
Nicole Lemay did not wake up. He was still snoring.
"What's going on?"
Peter the Little Dwarf angrily swung his shovel, smashing the cedar beside him into pieces.
A huge purple python slithered over from afar. It wriggled its body and coiled around Lemay who was sleeping on the ground. Then, it slowly turned into a skinny woman. The woman opened her thin lips and breathed out a circle of purple smoke onto Lemay's face.
Nicole Lemay coughed after inhaling the smoke. He coughed violently and sat up from the ground.
"Trash!"
There was a sharp voice cursing.
The skinny purple-haired woman turned around and pointed the back of her head at Nicole Lemay who was coughing violently. Under the woman's hair was the ugly face of a baby. The baby roared angrily, "Trash, two pieces of trash!"
Peter heard the voice and rushed over. He knelt down in front of the baby's head and said in a trembling voice, "Master … Master, it's not my fault. It's him. He fell asleep for some reason."
He pointed at Nicole Lemay.
Nicole Lemay covered her neck and coughed. Her neck and face were bruised from the coughing.
"Can't you just kill him?! Do you need me to teach you how to kill with Avadar? "Lord Voldemort roared angrily." Do you want to betray me too, just like that guy?! "
"Master … I wouldn't dare, I wouldn't dare."
Peter shivered in fear. He turned the shovel back into a wand and crawled on the ground.
Nicole Lemay gradually stopped coughing. She staggered up from the snow and said hoarsely, "I'm sorry. I'm getting old. I can't control my mind anymore."
"You're responsible, old man!"
Lord Voldemort asked sharply. "Get that bastard back."
"No need." Nicole Lemay gritted her teeth and said, "The mission will still be carried out without him."
"The mission will still be carried out?" Lord Voldemort said angrily. "There's no one else who sent Harry Potter here, right?"
The three of them were silent.
Nicole Lemay pursed her lips and fell into deep thought. Wormtail lay on the ground motionless. Only his eyes were rolling. The purple woman, on the other hand, had Voldemort's face as she allowed the cold wind to blow past her body.
They were like lenders who had completed all the procedures and went to the bank to prepare for a loan, only to find that the bank was closed. They fell into deep thought.
"I'll do it."
Suddenly, a cold voice came from the forest.
The three of them on the snow turned around and saw a tall man walking over. His white hair was like a waterfall, hanging down from his thin shoulders. There was a strange cage on his head, making it impossible to see his specific appearance.
Nicole Lemay gasped and took a step back to lean against a tree trunk. Her body trembled slightly.
Accompanied by the sound of rustling footsteps, the white-haired man came closer and closer. Finally, he stopped in front of the three of them.
"I'll give you the boy if you want to use his blood to resurrect," Grindelwald said with a smile.
Things suddenly took a turn for the better, but Lord Voldemort was not happy. He asked as if he was facing a great enemy, "Who are you?"
"Who I am has nothing to do with you, but. I'll give Harry Potter to you. "
"What are the conditions?"
Voldemort asked without hesitation. He stared at the strange man and asked with a hissing voice that resembled a snake's.
"What a tactful person." Grindelwald nodded and said with a smile, "I have two requests."
"Speak."
Lord Voldemort's face was tense.
"Firstly, I would like to invite famous people from all walks of life to watch the tournament of the top three. Not just the normal Light Wizards, but also the Dark Wizards and mystical creatures. I hope that you can contact your former subordinates, be it giants, werewolves, or vampires. Ask them to bring their families and friends to watch the tournament of the top three."
"Ha! What? "
Lord Voldemort laughed in disbelief. "What are you planning? Ask those people to go over. Without my resurrection, who will control them? Aren't you afraid that they'll tear down the Hogwarts?"
Grindelwald raised his eyebrows. "As long as I use Harry Potter's blood to resurrect them, I'll definitely be able to control them."
"That won't do." Lord Voldemort flatly refused. "They're not idiots. Why would they go to Dumbledore's territory? That's suicide."
"I've already controlled Dumbledore," Grindelwald said steadily.
"Bullsh * t, no one can control Dumbledore." Lord Voldemort sneered. "That old man can't be controlled … Ugh!"
Lord Voldemort made a trembling sound and controlled the purple-haired woman to take a few steps back.
Grindelwald turned around. However, his back was not his back, but another front. The other front was an old man with a white beard. The old man's eyes were tightly shut, and his eyebrows twitched continuously. He was obviously in great pain.
It was Dumbledore.
After turning around, Grindelwald continued to face Lord Voldemort. "No one will do anything to your subordinates. I just hope that, in this era where the old and the new are replaced by the new, I can stand on the right side and offer my own great gift to the Black Devil King's resurrection."
Pausing for a moment, he said in an extremely enchanting voice, "You've been lying low for too long. Everyone has already forgotten about you. We need someone to help those ordinary people remember the terror of being dominated by black magic. Let me be that person."
Looking at the other monster in front of him, Lord Voldemort fell silent. He was silent for a while, and suddenly laughed happily.
"Hahahahahaha … Ah ~"
He laughed for a long time before stopping. He moved his head, licked his lips, and sighed. "It seems that everyone is having a hard time. Alright, I'll try my best. However, I'm not sure how many will come."
"As you wish."
Grindelwald even bent down and bowed slightly.
"What about the second condition?" Lord Voldemort asked.
Grindelwald raised his head and touched his chin. "That's simple. I want to borrow the Lifestone. It's the ring that has been passed down in your family for generations."
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