This time, Grindelwald was completely flustered. He closed his eyes.
Hoffa also closed his eyes. In the spiritual world, he saw the huge, colorful monster that looked like a bubble. It quickly escaped from Dumbledore's body without a sound.
But this time, he didn't have to do it himself.
Mille, who was free from the mind control, was full of humiliation and anger. He clenched his fist and hit an invisible barrier toward the flying monster. The barrier quickly shrank and turned into invisible hooks.
Those hooks separated left and right, separating Grindelwald from the crowd he possessed.
After the Void Dragon was separated, the teachers of the Hogwarts rolled out of the monster's body and fell to the ground, unconscious.
At this moment, Grindelwald was no longer in the mood to fight. Hoffa, who had the rule of time, could not be defeated by external means.
He was dragged by Mille and fell heavily in front of Hoffa, returning to his human form.
Mille stepped on him with red eyes, punched him in the nose, and then in the stomach. After five or six punches in a row, Grindelwald's face was bruised and swollen, but he laughed loudly.
That laughter contained disdain. Mille was provoked by his laughter and used more strength. He was so angry that he couldn't control himself.
Hoffa stepped forward and pulled him away from Grindelwald. He said, "He wants others to become like him. Why do you have to fulfill his wish?"
The anger on Mille's face gradually disappeared.
"I'm sorry."
He apologized to Hoffa and pushed Grindelwald into Hoffa's hands.
"It's okay."
Hoffa grabbed Grindelwald's arm.
"Hey, Bach."
Grindelwald looked at him with disheveled hair and continued to laugh. He said viciously, "You won, but so what? If you don't kill me, I'll do it again one day. Those people will die because you didn't stop me in time!"
Hoffa shrugged. "Say whatever you want, I won't listen to a word."
"You've become the most disgusting kind of person, Bach."
"It seems that our definition of disgusting is different."
Hoffa laughed.
"Bah!"
Grindelwald spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva.
Time stopped. Hoffa went around the saliva and pulled Grindelwald to stand in front of his own saliva.
Then, time started flowing again. Grindelwald's face was covered in saliva.
Then, Hoffa dragged Grindelwald to the side of the resurrection pool. Wormtail had already seen that the situation was not good and ran away. Only Naniji remained by the infant Voldemort's side, loyally protecting him.
"Don't kill me, don't kill me!"
Seeing Hoffa dragging Grindelwald over, the baby Lord Voldemort said in a panic, "I'll give you anything you want. Soul Tools, Death Eaters, gold. Yes, and resurrection. I'll give you all the details of resurrection."
"There's no need."
Hoffa said.
Thud!
He stepped on the baby Lord Voldemort.
"Someone will tell me."
The moment the baby died, Naniji screamed and rolled around in pain. Hoffa did not waste time talking to it. He grabbed the snake tail, swung it three times in the air and threw it out. It drew a beautiful parabola and disappeared into the sky.
Seeing Voldemort being stomped into minced meat, Grindelwald, who was doomed to fail, laughed hysterically. He trembled and said agitatedly, "You … Have you thought of how to kill me?"
"I won't."
Hoffa said decisively.
He grabbed the disheveled Grindelwald and pressed him to the side of the resurrection pool. He grabbed Grindelwald's finger. The hot and boiling liquid from the pool splashed onto Grindelwald's face. He understood what Hoffa wanted to do and shouted in despair, "Kill me!"
But no matter how he struggled, he could not break free from Hoffa's control.
"The blood of your enemy, forced to sacrifice, can resurrect your enemy."
Hoffa said calmly.
He cut Grindelwald's finger and forced his blood to flow into the boiling resurrection pool.
The blood dripped into the pool and the pool boiled crazily. The drop of red turned the entire resurrection pool into a viscous pool of blood. A fishy and sweet smell spread.
He let go of the despairing Grindelwald and raised his hand. Three seconds later, a leg bone flew over. It was a bone from Fatir's tomb that he summoned with the Flying Curse. He tossed the bone into the resurrection pool.
"Father's bone, unintentionally donated, can resurrect your daughter!"
The diamond-like liquid cracked and sizzled. Sparks flew everywhere and the liquid turned into a bright blue color.
Then Hoffa took off his blue magic robe and turned his fingers into sharp blades. He stabbed the blades into his body and cut off a piece of flesh from his ribs and threw it into the resurrection pool.
"Servant's flesh, voluntarily donated, can resurrect your master."
The piece of flesh fell into the pool and the pool boiled. The diamond-like sparks flew in all directions. It was so bright and dazzling that everything around it turned into a black velvet color.
Finally, he raised his hand and tossed the resurrection stone in. He said gently, "Resurrect, Aglaia."
White steam rose from the resurrection pool. Then, through the white fog in front of him, he saw the slender figure of a girl slowly rising from the pool.
As her soul was complete, she did not have the twisted and horrifying appearance of Lord Voldemort when he was resurrected. On the contrary, she looked exactly the same as before. She had long silver hair that was like a waterfall and big blue ghost-like eyes that were filled with water vapor and smoke. Her lips were red and tender, and her skin was as white as jade. She was so exquisite that she looked like an Emperor's proudest work of art.
Aglaia did not check her new body. Her eyes were fixed on Hoffa and could not move away. Ever since he changed everything, she had never opened her eyes. She had never thought that such a miracle would happen after six thousand times. The hardships involved were far beyond what ordinary people could understand.
"Kill me!"
At this moment, Grindelwald was speechless. He looked at Hoffa's face with only desire and madness left.
Mille kicked Grindelwald in disgust. Then, he turned his gaze to the girl walking out of the resurrection pool. His gaze was complicated. Finally, he turned his head and sighed.
Hoffa took off his clothes and took a few steps forward. He put the clothes on Aglaia's body. Then, he took her hand and walked to Mille's side. "Let's go together."
Mille looked at him and Aglaia. His lips twitched a few times, but in the end, he said emotionally, "You really did it."
Hoffa nodded and put his arm around Mille's shoulder.
The three of them walked out together.
"Kill me! Kill me!! "
Grindelwald's voice still echoed behind them. He screamed at the top of his lungs, "Kill me, you coward!!"
Hoffa stopped in his tracks. He seemed to be thinking about something.
Aglaia looked at him. She seemed to be unable to bear it, but she did not say anything. Mille did not say anything either.
"Wait for me here."
He said to his two friends, and turned back.
Seeing Hoffa turn around, Grindelwald laughed. He raised his head and stared at the black-haired boy. "Kill me, kill me! Come on. "
Hoffa walked to Grindelwald's side and looked at him sympathetically. He squatted down and adjusted his collar. He shook his head and sighed. "Fate has a very strong self-healing mechanism. Almost no one can escape it. This is the deepest feeling I've had in these three hundred thousand years. It's really painful. "
"Kill me," Grindelwald said bewitchingly. "Otherwise, nothing will change."
"Do you know what won't change?"
Hoffa leaned close to Grindelwald's ear. "You will be killed by the Lord Voldemort in three years. This is your future fate. There is no glory in dying at the hands of a despicable person. No one will mourn, no one will know. "
Grindelwald looked at him blankly. He was completely dumbfounded.
Hoffa smiled and kissed his head. "I've told you the future, but can you escape, teacher?"
With that, he stood up and left the twisted man on the ground. This time, no matter how much he shouted, Huo Fa wouldn't turn around to look at him.
The castle in the distance, just like fifty years ago, stood on the plains of Scotland. It was exactly the same as it was in the past, but also completely different.
His two friends were waiting for him on the grass in the Hogwarts. This scene had happened many times, but he knew that this was the last time.
He walked with relaxed steps and a smile on his face towards his two friends.
At this moment, a small dot of light flew over from afar. It automatically turned into a glass ball and landed in Hoffa's hand.
It was the God of Nightmares. He had returned.
Hoffa could not help but laugh. "Didn't you find someone better?"
"Hehehe."
The little monster laughed embarrassedly. "I looked around, but I didn't find anyone better than you."
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