Boom!!!
What followed was a crazy collision that sounded like the Tunguska explosion.
The meteorite hit the ground, and the entire ground shook as if there was a magnitude 10 earthquake.
A strong light lit up the entire sky, and the dazzling light turned the night into day.
The shockwave from the explosion shattered all the glass on the Hogwarts Castle.
Before the shattered glass fell to the ground, the tsunami-like ground tossed the entire ancient Magic Castle into the sky, as if it was a Lego toy.
Almost three hundred thousand trees in the Forbidden Forest fell in a radial pattern, and evaporated as they fell. The water of the Black Lake was thrown into the sky, and turned into a cloud of steam.
Lord Voldemort did not even have the chance to scream before he was blasted into powder by the explosion. Even Naniji and Worm Tail were drowned in the flames of the explosion.
Grindelwald's illusions disappeared, and only the real him was left. He fell backwards on the ground, and could not be lifted up by the shockwave.
Even the spellcaster Mille spat out blood, and his body was like a broken leaf. He was swept up by the wind, and floated to an unknown place.
Time passed by slowly.
The light of the explosion gradually faded, and an eerie orange light shrouded an area of more than a hundred kilometers.
Countless ashes from the explosion floated in the sky, and they were ashes with sparks. Under the explosion, no one who did not have time to use Mirage survived, and they were all smashed into ashes by the meteorite.
Smack!
A hand reached out from the hot ashes.
Then, a person crawled out and rolled on the ground.
The cage on top of his head had been blown up into a mess. It was twisted like a fried dough twist. His originally long white hair had been burned clean. Even his skin and clothes had been burned clean.
It was Grindelwald. At this moment, he was panting as he stood in the middle of the ruins. His entire body looked like it had been rolled in caramel. It was an unnatural brown color, and smoke was coming out of his body. Not a single piece of flesh was intact.
He looked at the place where Quidditch used to be, and a huge crater with a radius of almost a kilometer had appeared. Outside the crater, there was nothing left. The field of vision was surprisingly wide, and the resurrection pool had been blown to smithereens. The labyrinth, Lord Voldemort, Naniji, and the entire Hogwarts were all razed to the ground.
The only thing left was the girl kneeling by the resurrection stone. As she was a soul, she could not be affected by the elements of reality, so she did not change from a minute ago.
She covered her face in the flames, and could no longer cry.
Except for the burning.
There was no sound at all.
Looking at the devastated ground, Grindelwald finally raised his head and laughed hysterically, "Hahahaha, hahahahaha …"
The more he laughed, the louder his voice became. A look of ecstasy appeared on his face. "I did it, I did it. Now, no one can stop me. In this silence where not even a blade of grass grows, in this paradise of awakening, there is no doubt that only the Grim Reaper is the supreme existence in this world. In front of death, everything is nothing, hahahahaha?"
The smile on Grindelwald's face suddenly disappeared. He couldn't move at all. He wanted to look back, but he found that he could not control his body at all.
"Countercurrent."
Suddenly, a calm voice came from behind him.
He kept retreating, and the hair and skin that were burned by the flames and explosion unconsciously grew back from his body, which made him very shocked, but he could not do anything.
At that moment, everything around him rushed back to its original position. The destroyed ground was rebuilt, and the impact crater was quickly filled up. The grass grew from the ground, and the bushes formed a maze again. The black lake was filled with water, and the evaporated trees returned to their original state. Even the dust on the ground condensed into a meteorite and flew up.
What was even more unbelievable was that the people who were blown to ashes by the meteorite also gathered together, forming bones and bodies, and stood up from the ground, just like a movie replay.
The silver-haired spirit that was summoned by the resurrection stone no longer cried, and she looked at this almost miraculous scene in shock, her mouth opened so wide that an egg could be stuffed in.
Kacha!
Time returned to the second before the meteorite fell from the sky, and it stopped.
The liquid in the resurrection pool was boiling, and the runes on the side of the pool were shining, but the boiling bubbles did not burst, and the splashing pool water did not fall.
The huge burning meteorite stopped in the air, and Mille Ghoshak maintained the expression of casting spells with all his might. The baby Lord Voldemort lay on the side of the resurrection pool, looking at the falling meteorite in horror. Naniji stuck out his tongue, and his worm tail maintained the posture of running away.
There were even living people who had escaped from the Mirage that returned to the Hogwarts, and maintained the posture before the Mirage's transformation. They did not move at all, but the shock in their eyes betrayed their true thoughts. Without a doubt, no one knew what had happened.
The scene was unbelievably strange.
Grindelwald was speechless.
Thud, thud, thud.
Along with the sound of steady footsteps.
A young man slowly walked from behind Grindelwald, brushed past him, and circled in front of him.
Standing in front of him was a very ordinary looking young man. He was wearing a blue wizard robe and looked very young. He didn't look much different from Hoffa when he was young. The only difference was that his hair was black, and so were his eyes.
He glanced at Grindelwald, but did not stop.
He strolled through the still painting, easily brushing aside the shattered rocks and fallen leaves, and arrived in front of Nicole Leme who had fallen to the ground.
The old man fell to the ground and looked at the young man. After a final smile, he fell into a deep sleep.
"Can I only go back ten seconds?"
The black-haired young man looked at the dead Nicholas, gently touched his eyes, and sighed, "That's enough."
He stood up and looked at the world in front of him. At this time, the world was no longer the same as before.
Countless intricate lines connected every small point in the world into sides, and these sides were piled up like pages of a book, forming a thick book.
And what ran through this book was an incomparably long river of time.
It hung upside down, flowing from the past to the future.
Every drop of the water of time was pale white, but there were hundreds of trillions of water droplets. Every time they collided, entangled, and rotated, the most brilliant and dazzling flowing light would burst out. The tide rose and fell, and the waves were turbulent.
Of course, he also saw countless of himself. He saw people who looked exactly like him turn around.
With him as the starting point, the past no longer existed, only the endless future.
The indifference made him understand.
He had surpassed time.
Become the rule.
That moment of epiphany only lasted for a moment before disappearing without a trace. In the blink of an eye, the scene in front of him had changed!
He saw the real world again.
The meteorite was about to fall, less than ten meters from the ground.
He stretched out his hand, and a huge spiritual force field instantly covered the entire meteorite transformation spell.
Tick.
Time flowed again.
The crowd was still screaming, and the Lord Voldemort fled with his tail. The storm before destruction was coming, and the earth shook.
Boom!!!
However, when the meteorite fell to the ground, it exploded into countless colorful flowers, as if it was just an oversized Halloween balloon. It was beyond everyone's expectations.
The flowers covered the entire Hogwarts, and it was beautiful, just like a night many years ago.
Hoffa stretched out his slender palm, caught a falling petal, and smiled at the silver-haired ghost projected by the Resurrection Stone. In the sea of flowers, the girl's soul was already dazed.
"Who are you!!?"
As the flowers fell, Grindelwald asked in shock. He knew the answer, but he didn't dare to believe it at all.
No one answered.
"Who are you?"
He repeated the question, and his eyes were as big as copper bells.
"You don't recognize me? Teacher. "
Hoffa said calmly, "I thought you would know me earlier."
"You are, you are Hoffa?"
Lord Voldemort recognized him, and he screamed on the ground, "The one from fifty years ago? No, that's not right, your hair, your eyes!? "
"Yes, if I didn't encounter anything and grew up naturally, I would look like this," Hoffa said, and under his youthful appearance, there was a strong sense of vicissitudes.
"No, impossible!!"
Grindelwald looked at the Resurrection Pool and shouted as if he was crazy, "Impossible, you don't have my blood!"
"Yes."
Hoffa smiled, "Who told me to have a better choice?"
Yes, Grindelwald was right in front of him, but he didn't want to use it. He couldn't get it, and he wasn't a match for Grindelwald. He had a better choice.
The blood of Nicole Lemour's enemy that was used to resurrect Chloe came from the Manse, and he was Chloe's enemy. Of course, he was also his enemy. Back then, the Manse stabbed him in the heart, and he had to crawl into the Blood Pool to save his life. Since then, he couldn't move normally during the day.
"Impossible, impossible, that's not right, it's impossible!"
Grindelwald looked at him in panic, and shook his head vigorously, trying to shake this unreal scene out of his mind, "You don't have a father, how is this possible!?"
Hoffa smiled.
Father?
Of course, he didn't have a father.
He didn't have a father from the beginning.
But after transmigrating, old Hoffa had asked him to call him father before he committed suicide. He didn't know if it was expected or just a coincidence, but he had no other choice but to gamble.
But it seemed that he had succeeded.
And he didn't want to explain all this to Grindelwald. Looking at him on the verge of collapse, Hoffa felt happy.
"What kind of joke is this!? This isn't your destiny! "
Grindelwald roared crazily, and he raised the Elder's Wand, "This isn't your destiny, Avatar's Life!!"
The curse shot towards Hoffa like lightning.
"My life, I have the final say."
Hoffa said calmly, "Ten Thousand Times Stillness."
The pale green curse stopped in front of Hoffa, and its speed was like a child's crawl. Other than turning his face green, it didn't have any other effect.
He deftly went around the death curse, and followed the trajectory of the curse, and slowly came in front of Grindelwald, who was holding the Elder's Wand, and threw it away.
Then, he grabbed Grindelwald's left arm, and snapped it in half. Then, he walked to the other side of his body, and snapped his right arm in half.
Then, he squatted down and did the same thing to Grindelwald's legs. Grindelwald floated in the air with his legs exposed.
After doing all this, he stood beside Grindelwald and said, "Flow."
Time returned to normal.
Grindelwald fell from the air, and the pain in his nerves took two seconds to transmit to his brain. He let out a painful groan, and his whole body fell to the ground, sweating profusely.
"Back then! I really shouldn't have let you live! "
Grindelwald gritted his teeth and looked at Hoffa, "I should have killed you!"
"It's my fault."
Hoffa shrugged, "But don't worry, I won't regret it."
"Hmph," Grindelwald laughed with a pale face, "Do you think you've won?" He suddenly opened his eyes and snapped his fingers, and a crazy look flashed in his eyes, "Open!!"
Outside the Kui Earth Stadium, thousands of his subordinates pressed on the ground, and a pale light rose from the ground. The faces of the people pressing on the ground quickly withered and aged. At the same time, a cold wind swept out from the white light.
The gate between the Kingdom of the Dead and reality was completely opened.
The carriage drove across the sky again, and the Grim Reaper raised his scythe. The cold wind of the Hörheim blew across the land, swallowing all life in sight. Countless souls wailed and struggled in the cold wind of the River Styx, and were dragged into the Kingdom of the Dead.
But this time, Hoffa was no longer shocked. He raised his hand and pointed to the void, "Not now, countercurrent."
The Grim Reaper sheathed his scythe and returned to his kingdom. His soul flew out from the River Styx and entered his body that had been stripped away. Grindelwald's thousands of subordinates moved their hands away from the ground, and everything returned to how it was ten seconds ago.
Grindelwald fell from the sky, and the sharp pain in his nerves took two seconds to transmit to his brain. He let out a painful groan, and his whole body fell to the ground, sweating profusely.
"Back then! I really shouldn't have let you live! "
Grindelwald gritted his teeth and looked at Hoffa, "I should have killed you!"
"It's my fault."
Hoffa said with a smile, "But don't worry, I definitely won't regret it. One hundred thousand silences!"
Grindelwald stopped again, and he maintained his twisted posture before he snapped his fingers. His mouth was open, his eyes were wide, and he couldn't move.
"Even an idiot can see the solution to the Puppet Curse."
Hoffa said. He picked up a small stone and turned it into a small saw. He came to Grindelwald's side, grabbed the cage on his head, and began to saw the iron bars on it.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh. The speed was extremely slow.
However, Grindelwald was almost in a static state. Even if Hoffa was sawing at his head with a small saw, he couldn't resist. Only his slightly trembling eyes revealed his extremely uneasy heart.
"I can saw like this for an entire day."
Hoffa said with a smile. Grindelwald couldn't answer.
The noise in his ears was like a cat playing with a mouse, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.
After about half an hour, when he saw half of the iron bars, he sighed and threw the saw away. "Forget it, the efficiency is too low. I'm not playing with you anymore."
He pulled the cage on Grindelwald's head with one hand, and then Mirage appeared outside the Hogwarts, above the heads of the men in black who were ready to use their lives to open the door to the Hörheim.
He pulled the cages off their heads one by one, leaving no one alive.
After he finished all this, he returned to Grindelwald's side. He was still lying on the ground in a shocked and twisted posture.
"Flow."
Hoffa said with his arms crossed.
"Do you think you've won?" Grindelwald's eyes flashed with madness. "Open!!"
"Open!"
"Open!"
No matter how he snapped his fingers, it was useless. Because time was stopped, he didn't even know what Hoffa did. In a frozen time, his thoughts couldn't even catch up with the flow of time.
"Without this thing's buff, you shouldn't be able to control so many people so precisely, right?" Hoffa picked up the cage in his hand.
At the same time, Grindelwald was also lifted up by someone. A man silently stood behind him. It was Miller, who had been freed from the mind control.
"It's all over."
Mille said with a tone of extreme hatred.
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