The wind rose from the Scottish mountains that were always shrouded in clouds. It blew to the west, over the sand dunes, over the cedar forest, and through the dark and chaotic forest of the forbidden forest.
When the wind crossed an invisible boundary, it rushed over the cold black lake and touched the cold dew. It rolled up Hoffa's black cloak and his brown wizard leggings, blowing the cloak behind him.
Although he put aside the God of Nightmares' suggestion, he still crossed the mountains and returned to the Hogwarts. He could not ignore Grindelwald's actions, and he could not watch himself fall into the cycle of reincarnation again. He had to do something.
However, there was a deviation in his memory at this moment. There was a fanatical man riding on the back of a mountain monster, and under the fluttering triangular flag in the distance, there was a stream of people flowing into the sea.
There was not such a huge crowd in the original book, and the tournament of the top three was just a small three-school tournament. It was far from a world-wide event like the World Cup on Kui Earth.
He did not know that it was his actions that caused the butterfly effect that caused such a huge storm.
At this moment, on the shore of the black lake, people swarmed into the stands of Kui Earth Stadium from all directions like a swarm of ants until the entrance was completely blocked.
The prohibition of Mirage in the Hogwarts was lifted. Groups of wizards with different accents came from all over the world to the Hogwarts through Mirage.
The Kui Earth Stadium was expanded by more than a hundred times due to magic, and there were countless flying brooms flying in the sky. The ground was full of wizards who were dressed strangely. Some of them had snakes coiled around their necks, some had toads on their heads, and some were waving their wands, making crackling sounds.
Some of them were dressed luxuriously, while others were dressed shabbily. Some of them were alone, some of them had families, some of them looked kind and peaceful, some of them were cruel and violent, and some of them looked fierce …
People from all walks of life were all gathered here.
Hoffa saw the news and knew Grindelwald's idea. He wanted to lure all the wizards to the Hogwarts and kill them all. In his words, it was to rescue them from their dreams.
He knew that this was a massacre by lunatics, but he didn't have any good ideas. Nicole Lemay had injected him with more septic drugs than he had imagined. He was no match for Grindelwald now.
The only thing he could do now was to stop Harry Potter from touching the trophy. As long as the Lord Voldemort was not resurrected, Nicole Lemay would not be able to resurrect Chloe. As long as he could delay Chloe's resurrection, he would still have time to think of something.
Dong dong dong!
Dong dong dong!!
On the grandstand that was expanded by magic, someone started beating the drums. Perhaps it was a priest from a certain druid sect, or perhaps it was a shaman from a certain mountain monster tribe.
To the beat of the drums, the crowd went wild, and they began to gather and dance, tossing their hair. In the middle of the Qui Earth Stadium, dense plants began to grow wildly. They intertwined with each other and went all the way up. In the blink of an eye, they formed a wall of trees and grew into a maze.
Dong dong dong!
The drumbeats became more and more frequent, and a faint fog filled the dense maze. Unknown beasts roared in the fog.
The wind rolled up again, blowing through the fanatical crowd. The coldness in it was swept away, and it became wild and fanatical, just like the emotions of the crowd.
Before the wind reached the highest stone wall of the Hogwarts, the fanaticism it carried disappeared. It circled around a tall tower in the middle of the castle, and broke through the open window at the top of the tower.
Grindelwald, who was fully armed, trembled under the kiss of the wind. He moved his hands that were holding the Elder's Wand. He used a thin belt to tie his white hair behind his head, and his face was expressionless like a stone statue.
"It seems that all the sober people are here."
Grindelwald muttered to himself as he turned around. His back turned into Dumbledore's face.
The last ray of sunlight shone into the headmaster's office in the Hogwarts. Fawkes jumped uneasily on the branches. In front of Dumbledore's desk, there were countless silver glass bottles. They carried memories like clouds, bobbing up and down in the bottles.
He walked out of the office, and a loud shout came from outside the window. It was Ludo Bargman's voice.
"Ladies and gentlemen, in five minutes, I'll be inviting everyone to the Quidditch Stadium to watch the last event of the Triwizard Tournament."
Ludo Bargman raised the microphone happily. "Here, I'd like to first thank Bobby Poppy Magic Candy, Grace Mens, Nimbus, and Silver Arrow for their great support for this event. Of course, we're also honored to have the head of the Ministry of Magic, Connelly Fudge, Chief Wizard of Wesengamer, Albus Dumbledore, the European Association of Mages …"
He called out the names for almost ten minutes until the audience started to hiss impatiently. Only then did he put down the name list in his hand and skillfully raised his hand to point. "Now, let us welcome the four warriors to the stage!"
In the pale purple twilight, the four warriors walked out from the four corners of the stands.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the last event of the Triwizard Tournament is about to begin!" Ludo Bargman said in a loud voice. "Let me announce the current score! Cedric Diggory and Harry Potter — 85 points, tied for first place, Hogwarts Academy! "The applause and cheers startled the birds in the forbidden forest into the gradually darkening night sky. "Wickidore Krum — 80 points, second place, Durmstrom Academy!" Another round of applause. "Hibiscus Dracul — third place, Boothbarton Academy!"
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"Damn it, we haven't gone in yet!"
"There aren't enough seats!"
"Make way, make way."
"Is there anyone who can organize it?"
Tens of thousands of people crowded in front of the ivory gate, and the noise was quickly drowned out by the applause inside the stadium.
Hoffa was also in the crowd. There were even more people here than the New York Stock Exchange in the bull market. The competition had already begun, but he couldn't even squeeze through the crowd.
However, he was already prepared. He took out a leather pouch from his pocket and threw it into the air. As the leather pouch flew, it scattered gold coins like raindrops. This wasn't the gold coins from the Transfiguration Spell, nor was it the fake money from the Irish Dwarf Demon. These were real gold coins from Gringotts, the private wealth of his cheap 'father'.
After knowing that he had gone through six thousand reincarnations, Hoffa was already very open-minded. Most of the things in this world were like a dream, fleeting. If he was destined to return to the past, then what was the meaning of the wealth of this era?
The other wizards didn't have Hoffa's awareness. The crowd instantly forgot about the fact that they couldn't squeeze into the stadium, and cheered excitedly.
Gold coins fell from the sky like raindrops, and the golden light overflowed. Even Ludo Bargman's gaze drifted over. He looked at the rain of gold coins in disbelief. If it wasn't for the fear of being cheated by the Irish Dwarf Demon during the World Cup in Quidditch, he would have rushed in and looted the gold coins.
While the sky was filled with cheers and fighting, there were also some people whose eyes were unfocused. God knows if they were awake or submerged in an unconscious dream.
However, Huo Fa couldn't care less now. While the others were bending over to snatch the gold coins, he split the crowd and stepped on their backs as if he was walking on a tightrope. Without looking back, he rushed into the maze of the finals of the Tournament of the Top Three.
In the stands, Grindelwald raised his binoculars and saw the middle-aged man in the golden rain. He couldn't help but smile coldly, "Stinking brat …"
He put down his binoculars, turned his head, and said to a one-eyed, one-legged man standing beside him, "Time's up, go and give our audience the final performance."
The one-legged, one-eyed man's palm emitted a raging fire, and he said viciously, "As you wish, father."
After that, he floated up, like a fiery meteor, fell from the high platform with black smoke, and disappeared into the maze of the Quidditch Earth stadium.
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Hoffa, who was walking like a ghost, ran all the way into the Quidditch stadium of the final three, and followed the four warriors into the final maze.
At this moment, night had fallen, and the tall hedges cast dark shadows on the path. He didn't know if it was because the hedges were tall and dense, or because of magic, but as soon as he entered the maze, the voices of the audience couldn't be heard. The silence swallowed him in the blink of an eye, as if he had fallen into the deep sea.
Not only that, but because of the extremely lush vegetation, the stars in the sky were covered, and it was pitch black in front of him.
"Fluorescent light dance."
He raised his head and chanted softly.
A silver light flew out from his palm, illuminating a small part of the maze. This maze extended in all directions, and there were forks everywhere. He didn't know where it led.
When he looked back again, the maze where he had entered was growing at a speed visible to the naked eye, firmly sealing the entrance.
Damn it …
Hoffa thought that if Nicole Lemay hadn't injected him with the septic drug, he would have been able to transform into thousands of nightingales, fly in from different intersections, and find Harry Potter. He would have been able to find him quickly.
But now he could only rely on his two legs to walk, and the efficiency was too low.
However, complaints were just complaints. He chose a random path and plunged headfirst into it.
As soon as he entered the lush jungle maze, he heard the sound of vegetation growing rapidly behind him. At the same time, the maze in front of him was quickly branching into a new path. The whole maze was like a living creature, mysterious and treacherous.
After running for nearly 30 minutes, Hoffa stopped. He felt that something was wrong. Except for the different shape of the forks, this maze was no different from when he had first entered.
He didn't find any trace of Harry Potter or Cedric, nor did he find any trace of the trophy. This made him anxious.
Others didn't know, but he knew very well what the trophy was. It was the key to the resurrection place of Lord Voldemort. If Lord Voldemort was resurrected, the snowball of fate would crush him into dust. What awaited him was another 50 years.
He couldn't accept it.
Rustle …
The vegetation grew wildly, and the vines swam.
The more anxious he became, the more luxuriant the labyrinth around him became. Not only did it become luxuriant, the vines and branches even formed exaggerated smiling faces as they flashed past his face, as if they were silently mocking him.
Sensing that something was wrong with his condition, Hoffa closed his eyes, sat cross-legged, and began to meditate.
His heartbeat gradually slowed down, and his breathing gradually stabilized. The fluorescent spell in the air gradually extinguished. When he opened his eyes again, his mind was finally freed from the state of wanting to stop Harry from touching the trophy. He was no longer anxious, and the shrubs and vines around him finally stopped growing.
Ding ding ding.
At this time, there was a pleasant sound of a bell in the distance.
Accompanied by the bell, there was a rhythmic sound of footsteps.
Tap tap tap …
What was that heavy thing stepping on the ground?
Huo Fa couldn't help but stop in his tracks. A white male unicorn slowly walked out from the depths of the pitch-black maze. Its body emitted a faint white glow, like a walking light bulb. It was very eye-catching.
Hoffa's eyes widened. He had seen many unicorns, but he had never seen such a majestic one.
That unicorn was more than twice as majestic as an ordinary unicorn. Its silver mane was like a clear spring that rippled slightly in the air. Its four hooves were slender and sturdy, and every muscle on its body was tight and towering. There was not a trace of fat on its body. Its tail was tied into a neat little braid with agate and jewels hanging on it.
And on its black and thick horn, there were two bright red ropes tied to it. A bell hung on the ropes, and the bell danced in the wind, emitting an unknown fragrance. Butterflies and unknown colorful birds surrounded its huge horn, chirping.
That mysterious male creature walked with arrogant and showy steps, walking past Hoffa with its head held high. It didn't even look at him.
Watching its majestic and majestic back disappear into the depths of the maze, Hoffa came back to his senses after a while.
"Hu-"
The appearance of such an animal in the maze made Hoffa confused. He knew from the original work that there were exploded-tail conches and giant spiders in the final maze, but why was there a unicorn? Could it be that Harry didn't see it?
He couldn't figure it out.
After the unicorn disappeared, the maze dimmed and quieted down again.
But at this moment, Huo Fa heard a series of rapid and trembling breathing coming from the distance of the maze.
"Huhuhuhu … Ha …"
Was that a human's voice, or a woman's voice? He followed the sound of panting and saw a tall girl in a white dress leaning against the corner of the jungle maze. She was gasping for breath while clutching her chest.
Her appearance reminded Hoffa of Aglaia, but her eyes were green, her eyebrows were much sharper than Aglaia's, and her lips were much thinner. Overall, she looked much skinnier.
Hoffa naturally knew that she was Hibiscus Dracul, a warrior from Boothbarton, a beautiful girl with the same Seductress bloodline.
"Are you okay …" Hoffa approached her, and seeing her constipated look, he tried to help her up. But when he touched her body, he found that her arm was frighteningly hot.
"I'm fine … I'm fine …"
She flung her arm away, but didn't care who was holding her arm.
"I'm fine … I'm fine …"
She stood up with difficulty, holding her chest, and walked forward with her legs clamped together. Her posture was extremely strange.
Hoffa couldn't help but follow behind her and asked, "Excuse me, have you seen Harry Potter and Cedric Diggory?"
"I … I haven't seen …"
Hibiscus Dracul said absent-mindedly. She held onto the pitch-black maze and walked forward step by step, panting rapidly as if she had just run a few thousand meters.
Hoffa saw that her condition was really strange, so he couldn't help but light up the Fluorescent Charm. The moment he lit it up, he got a shock. The girl in front of him had her hair plastered to her forehead, her cheeks were flushed, and even her neck was red. She tightly held onto the vines beside her, not letting go for a moment.
"Hey, what's wrong with you?"
He hurriedly pulled Hibiscus Dracul back. "What happened?"
The Seductress only stopped when Hoffa pulled her back, and her unfocused eyes stopped on Hoffa's face. One second. She moved her eyes away and leaned against the vines and the hedge.
"Excuse me, have you seen a white horse? A very, very, very, very, very, very, very nice … white … white horse … "
Hibiscus Dracul's face was flushed, and she stuttered as if she was trying her best to suppress something.
Horse?
Hoffa was puzzled. "Is it a horse or a unicorn?"
"More or less … Anyway … Anyway, it's white.
It's very big … "Hibiscus gestured with her hands and said with a red face.
Hoffa thought of the unicorn he had just seen.
He couldn't help but point. "Over there."
As soon as he said that, he immediately felt that it wasn't right because a strong sense of deja vu told him that it would lead to some bad consequences, but he couldn't remember what the consequences would be.
His memory was gone, and only some hazy feelings remained. They were the remnant fragments of the six thousand cycles. He held his head in extreme discomfort, and the harder he tried, the more he couldn't remember.
"Okay … Okay, thank you …"
Hibiscus revealed an infatuated expression and walked in the direction Hoffa pointed. Halfway there, she thought of something and turned her head, pointed in the opposite direction of the maze, and said indifferently, "Oh … Oh, right, if you want to find Harry Potter, just head northwest … When I came here … I saw … saw them once … Huff … Huff …"
With that said, she panted and staggered into the depths of the maze with strange steps without looking back.
It took a while for the sense of deja vu to fade from his mind. When he looked up again, Hibiscus was already gone. However, Hoffa still remembered what she said.
"Northwest …"
He turned in a different direction in the hedge, ready to find Harry Potter.
At this moment, a ball of fire streaked across the pitch-black night sky, followed by an ear-piercing sound of something tearing through the air.
He looked back and saw a middle-aged man descend from the sky. He pressed down on his neck and heavily pressed him hundreds of meters away. They drew a deep mark on the ground and crashed through countless hedges.
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