Seeing Aglaia disappear on the other side, Hoffa leaned against the tree trunk and looked up at the sky. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, clenching his trembling hands.
The adrenaline secretion caused his brain to be in a state of extreme excitement and tension.
And the fear of facing death alone made him tremble uncontrollably.
Will she come back?
Or will she not come back?
Hoffa didn't know.
If possible, he didn't want to put his life in Aglaia's hands. He didn't want to trust this person who had always been against him.
Even if she left him alone, Hoffa wouldn't find it strange. He could never guess what she would do.
Everything she did was to hope that he would be fired.
Although he didn't want to admit it, he and Aglaia were the same people, the same self-centered Ravenclaw. But Aglaia was self-centered, while Hoffa was self-centered.
Maybe because of this, they hated each other so much.
Hoffa didn't know what Aglaia would choose.
But he didn't have a choice.
Other than cooperating, he had no other choice.
At this moment, countless inexplicable and messy thoughts flashed through his mind. It was as if there were hundreds of people whispering to him.
"Die a poor priest, die a friend"
"Holy bitch"
"Childish"
"Idiot"
"I misjudged you"
"Disgusting"
"It would be strange if she could come back."
He opened his eyes and sighed. The hot air in his lungs condensed into a mist in the late autumn and early winter air.
His numb fingers slowly regained their senses.
The stars above his head were dazzling.
Those whispers gradually dissipated and turned into nothingness.
That was the shadow in his heart. The strange thing was. When he made his choice, the shadow seemed to be gradually dispelled.
Some strange force supported him, allowing him to face the fear in his heart, face his nature.
Was it love?
Was it hope?
Yes.
But it didn't seem to be either.
He was just freed from the numbness of his life.
Trying to understand himself.
Behind him, the damned Mirage Monkey's voice rang out again. It jumped left and right on the treetop, and every time it jumped, it would be one step closer to Hoffa's hiding place.
Hoffa stood there motionlessly, quietly operating his meditation technique. Recovering a bit of mana was a good thing.
Finally, the Mirage Monkey found Huo Fa's position. With a whoosh, it jumped onto the tree in front of Huo Fa and looked at him excitedly with its head tilted.
Hoffa only glanced at it coldly and started to meditate with all his might.
A few seconds later, footsteps came from behind.
Even though the Mirage Monkey had pointed them in the right direction, the two dark Magi were still very cautious.
"What else can you do besides hiding? Face me. "
Schmidt's soft but cold voice was exceptionally clear in the Forbidden Forest.
Hoffa didn't move. He was still recovering his magic power.
Schmidt walked slowly. "How can the Hogwarts have such a weak student like you? Did the Dippet create a new academy for cowards?"
Hoffa didn't care about his insults, but his voice was only ten meters away from him. His opponent could attack at any time, and he couldn't hide anymore.
Hoffa stopped meditating and came out from behind the tree.
Schmidt immediately raised his hand and stopped his subordinate beside him.
The two stood face to face in the middle of the forest.
The night was extremely dark. Strange roars and bird cries could be faintly heard in the surrounding forest. On the ground and at the foot of the trees, there were clusters of glowing white mushrooms. These glowing mushrooms were the only source of light in the Forbidden Forest at night.
Schmidt stood ten meters away in the forest, while Hoffa leaned against a fir tree.
Countless Curled Winged Demons were hanging on the branches of this fir tree. They looked at Hoffa hungrily. As long as Schmidt gave the order, they would instantly tear Hoffa to pieces.
But Hoffa didn't think that Schmidt would do that for the time being. At least, he would let him live for a few more minutes before he got what he wanted.
"It doesn't feel good to overdraft your magic power, does it, little boy?"
Schmidt asked softly.
"If you run again, you might become an idiot."
Schmidt's voice was soft but emotionless.
In fact, since the first time Hoffa saw this guy, he had been maintaining a state of facial paralysis, as if someone had cut off the nerves in his brain that sensed emotions. It turned his face into a mask.
"You can try."
Hoffa held the wand in his hand and grinned.
He couldn't fight, so he could only use talk to stall for time.
Schmidt said, "I've killed a lot of wizards, but I have to say, you're the second most troublesome one I've ever seen. What magic secrets do you have that allow you to escape the damage of the curse again and again?"
"I'm ashamed, I'm not the first."
Hoffa said slowly, glancing at the depths of the Forbidden Forest from the corner of his eyes.
(Two minutes had passed, and he still didn't know if Aglaia would come back.)
"What's your name?"
Schmidt walked closer.
"Tom Riddle," Hoffa said honestly.
"Tom, is it? I admire your talent and ability. Come with me, this place is not suitable for you, it's not suitable for your development. "
With Schmidt's voice, Hoffa's mind inexplicably swayed, as if his words contained some kind of strange power, making people unconsciously want to relax and want to get closer.
Hoffa bit the tip of his tongue, and the taste of blood in his mouth made his eyes clear.
The meditation technique that he had been practicing for more than half a year showed its effect here. His spirit was extremely high, and bewitching spells had no effect on him.
Hoffa coldly looked at the gray eyes on the other party's poker face.
"What's the benefit? What's the benefit? "
He wouldn't agree, but he had to stall for time.
Four minutes passed, and Aglaia still didn't show any signs of coming back.
"Benefit?" Schmidt tilted his head.
"I don't think you're the descendant of a pureblood family. What do you think the Hogwarts will teach you? They will only train you into a soldier, and then send you to the battlefield to serve the Ministry of Magic and the British higher-ups."
Schmidt took another step forward.
"You'll become a chess piece of those ancient pureblood families, a puppet controlled by the Dippet. Is this the kind of life you want? "
He took another step forward, and the distance between them shortened to five meters. Hoffa's heart was in his throat, his feet arched, and his fingers tightly grasped the bark.
On top of the tree, the saliva of the Curled Winged Demons dripped onto Hoffa's shoulders and hair.
"A capable person will never bow down to others. Those high and mighty pureblood families will inevitably disappear with the passage of time. This is a historical inevitability. "
Schmidt tilted his head and said calmly.
"The world of the Wizard family will eventually be broken up and become a world of individuals. The same goes for the Hogwarts."
"Is that so? Who taught you these words?" Hoffa asked, his fingers tightly grasping the tree trunk.
"Tom, you're on the wrong side. We can fight for a greater goal together. Follow me in the footsteps of the great Gelert Grindelwald. "Schmidt's mouth curved into a rare arc.
"I don't know any Gelert Grindelwald." Hoffa said cautiously.
"You'll get to know him soon, Tom."
As he spoke, he walked even closer to her.
Five minutes later, Hoffa's heart slowly fell from its high point. The depths of the forest were silent. Aglaia didn't return.)
"Can't you let me think? My mind is a bit messy. "
Hoffa said.
Schmidt stopped, his poker face mechanically squeezed out a chilling smile.
Time ticked by.
As if every second that passed, a glimmer of hope was stripped away from Hoffa's body.
Six minutes passed.
Hoffa felt that he might have trusted the wrong person. Perhaps no one would come to help him. Perhaps everyone was an animal with a ego.
The high and mighty eagle was destined to be lonely.
"Have you thought it through?"
Schmidt slowly pulled out his magic wand. On top of the tree, countless Curled Winged Demons opened their mouths.
As long as he waved his magic wand, Hoffa would definitely die.
Seven minutes passed.
Hoffa sighed in despair and released his hands from the tree.
"You win, take me away."
"Hoffa!!"
A shrill cry came from the forest.
He turned his head and saw Aglaia standing up in the forest, panting.
Then, she bent her body into an arc and smashed out a glimmer of light with all her might.
"Catch!"
It was a recovery potion!
Hoffa's eyes lit up.
The little girl really came back!
Like a traveler in the desert who saw a clear spring, an invisible force pushed his back.
He looked at the potion bottle falling from the sky. He didn't know where the strength came from, but he reached out to grab it.
However, Schmidt's mouth slightly raised. As if he was prepared, he waved his magic wand at lightning speed.
The magic wand drew out a silver arc of electricity. Like a long electric whip, it flashed through the air and directly smashed the glass bottle into pieces.
Bits and pieces of glass fell down one after another.
Hoffa, who jumped, was dumbfounded.
His hope was also shattered by this blow. Obviously, Schmidt had been on guard against him and didn't let his guard down.
Schmidt retracted his magic wand, looked at Hoffa, whose hand was in the air, and said softly, "I lost a rabbit, do you think I didn't have a backup plan?"
Hoffa's expression froze. A bad premonition suddenly appeared in his heart, making him feel cold from head to toe.
He suddenly turned his head, looked at Aglaia, and shouted, "Run!!"
But it was too late.
"Roar!"
In the next second, with a deafening roar, a giant beast hidden in the dark forest jumped out.
It was as big as an adult lion and was extremely ferocious!
It was Schmidt's young poison sac leopard!
It opened its huge mouth full of sharp teeth and pounced at Aglaia, who was standing in the forbidden forest.
He swallowed her upper body in one gulp.
Crack!
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