The other three looked at Miranda holding the orange and did not know what she was thinking. Miranda put the fruit in her pocket and shrugged. "It's for luck. Maybe we can come out alive."
After saying that, she took the lead and walked into the sky-high tower. The other three followed her into the tower. As soon as they entered, the tower closed with a bang.
It was as if they had entered the most primitive haunted house. The four of them fell into the most complete darkness. Out of their biological fear of the dark, they did not move.
Miranda snapped her fingers. "Fluttering Fluorescent Light."
A group of silver light spots slowly flew out from between her fingers. Strangely, the silver light spots danced in the air, but they couldn't dispel the darkness. They were like rice grains scattered on a black cloth. They were white, but they didn't have any illumination function.
"It's so dark," Hoffa said. "Why is it so dark?"
"It should be some kind of magic material that absorbs light." Dumbledore touched the wall with his finger and sniffed it. "Black Chalk Vine Powder. It's true."
"Since it's Black Chalk Vine Powder, it should be neutralized with an acidic potion." Ossivia said. "Unfortunately, I did not bring such an unpopular potion."
"No need," Dumbledore said with some disdain. "If it's just to block vision, this level of obstruction is too mediocre."
Then, he took out his wand and knocked on his head, Hoffa, Miranda, and Ossivia's heads. He chanted, "Night Walk."
As he chanted, Hoffa's eyes lit up. However, it was not the normal kind of light. It was a green light similar to the night vision device. It filled his eyes and allowed him to see through the darkness.
He looked at the few people around him. Their eyes had also turned into the Sparkle Yellow of nocturnal animals.
"Since we can't change the environment, we can change ourselves." Dumbledore shrugged. "It's simple."
Hoffa thought to himself that it was indeed the right choice to take the risk with Dumbledore. In terms of the breadth of magic, he was far inferior to the old principal.
The four of them felt more at ease after obtaining visual information. They moved forward in the darkness with their bright eyes. Not long after, they saw a spiral staircase in the dark hall. It extended out of the darkness to a height that could not be seen clearly.
Come on.
At this moment, the sound of horse hooves came from the darkness, as if someone was riding down the stairs.
The four of them tensed up and stopped.
Hoffa stared at the darkness and asked, "Who is it?"
The sound of horse hooves continued. Outside the horse hooves, there was a calm reply......... But in the middle of the night, I put on makeup, raised my sharp sword, to uphold justice...... You want to ask who I am? Zorro. "
The voice couldn't be more familiar.
In the darkness, a man riding a white horse slowly walked out of the stairs. He wore a black mask on his face. Behind the mask, his white hair hung behind him like a waterfall. He had a pitch-black magic wand on his waist. As he slowly walked out, a huge pressure of magic power assaulted his face.
Hoffa was stunned for a moment before his eyes widened.
It was actually Grindelwald, and Grindelwald was wearing a mask. Hoffa never thought that he would see him again in this place. However, it seemed that he had been kidnapped by Silby in this space-time and became the gatekeeper of his Skypiercing Tower.
The horse hooves stopped.
Grindelwald pulled the reins and tilted his head on the horse's back. "Hey, who among you is my old enemy?"
Dumbledore exclaimed in surprise, "Gelert?"
"Who are you calling?" Grindelwald asked in confusion, as if he had forgotten his true identity.
Hoffa rolled up his sleeves. He didn't care what Grindelwald was saying. If he could defeat him once fifty years later, he could naturally defeat him again fifty years ago.
Ossivia and Miranda pulled out their wands at the same time and stood on both sides of Hoffa.
"Hey, don't attack."
Grindvall raised a finger and said indifferently, "I'm only playing with one person. As for the rest of you, continue to move forward. There will be opponents waiting for you there."
"Cut the crap," Hoffa said. "Either get out of the way immediately, or I'll beat you down."
Grindelwald, who was dressed strangely, nodded. "Okay, you can attack together. But then, I won't be the only one." He pointed at the dark ceiling. "Listen."
A crazy roar faintly echoed in the tower. "Little snake, where are you? Come to me quickly, baby!!"
Ossivia immediately covered her broken arm.
Hoffa's expression was serious. He finally remembered that when he first returned to this dimension and entered the Dream World with the God of Nightmares, he saw three strange-looking fellows. Who would have thought that one of the three strange-looking fellows was actually Grindelwald?
Grindelwald spread out his hands. "If all of you attack together, we can only attack together. There will be eight of us here. It's not very elegant for eight people to fight here. It's like a street fight. You don't have the demeanor of an expert. "
"So what if you don't have the demeanor of an expert?" Hoffa took a step forward with a cold face. "I advise you to get out of the way immediately."
"Hey, that's not all. I have one more thing to warn you, Savior. If all eight of you attack together, this tower is likely to collapse. " Grindelwald said, "Those people in the city outside are not fake people. They are real people that the Half-Human King brought from all over the world. If this tower collapses, how many people will be crushed to death? Do you know? "
Hoffa, who was filled with murderous intent, stopped in his tracks.
There was no doubt that he had returned to fifty years ago only to save the world. Since that was the case, he had to minimize the damage. If what Grindelwald said was true, then he could only continue to walk to the top of the tower according to Silby's rules.
"I'll do it." Dumbledore sighed. "He's not a hopeless person. I hope I can defeat him and bring his soul back from being lost."
"Is it really okay? Professor Dumbledore, I think it's better for some souls to be lost. "Miranda said sharply.
Hoffa pursed his lips. Although he did not say it, he could not agree with Miranda's point of view.
"Someone has to face death and nothingness." Dumbledore was not angered by Miranda's words. He said calmly, "After dealing with the Grim Reaper for so long, it's inevitable that one will doubt the meaning of life. However, if I can defeat him this time, I will lock him up in the tower and never let him out again. What do you think? "
As he said this, he looked at Hoffa as if he was doing some kind of repentance.
Hoffa felt something in his heart. It was as if everything he had experienced had led him to this point and he was destined to witness this moment.
"I respect your choice, Professor." He said in a low voice. "No matter what it is."
"Thank you." Dumbledore took out his wand and stood in front of Grindelwald. "Come."
Grindelwald took out the Elder's Wand from the back of his horse and stepped aside to make way for the stairs to the top of the tower.
Hoffa strode up the stairs. Since Dumbledore volunteered to stay and deal with Grindelwald for him, then he would use his time wisely and not waste a single second.
Miranda and Ossivia followed behind him. The three of them walked up the spiral stairs and walked into the depths of the tower.
Soon, there was a violent fluctuation of magic from below. It was the duel between Dumbledore and Grindelwald.
The three of them continued to walk up. Not long after, the sound of magic colliding between Dumbledore and Grindelwald disappeared without a trace. Everything returned to darkness.
However, there was another sound that often echoed in their ears. It was the sound of grinding teeth and a hoarse whisper like a broken gong. "Snake … Snake … Snake meat … Dead snake … Bad snake … Satan … Worm … Die …"
Ossivia quickened her pace and walked from the back of the group to the front. Hoffa hurried behind her and asked, "Is it the one who cut off your arm?"
"Yes." She nodded. "Salazar Slytherin once rode a huge snake. That giant snake once swallowed a divine bird in the far north. The divine bird did not die in the snake's stomach. When it finally walked out of the snake's stomach, it made an unchangeable vow to destroy any snake it saw, no matter big or small, regardless of status, from itself to its last descendant."
The higher the three of them went, the clearer the echoing roar became. "Where are you, my adorable little baby? I can smell your scent. Your palm tastes so delicious …"
The roar stopped abruptly when Hoffa was about a thousand meters away from the tower. The darkness here disappeared. The three of them stepped onto a huge platform in the air. It was not quite right to call it a platform. It looked more like a bird's nest built on top of a cliff. The middle was sunken and the four sides were protruding. The ground was full of leaf patterns.
As Ravenclaw, Hoffa liked this environment very much. But as Slytherin's Ossivia, she became unusually vigilant.
Suddenly, a man descended from the sky, flapping his wings and circling in front of Hoffa. "Hey, big bird, do you see that snake?"
Was it a person? Hoffa did not think it was. It looked more like a bird — a giant owl. Its hook-like claws were as thick as the claws of a fire dragon. Its arms were densely packed with neatly arranged feathers. Each feather had a metallic luster and was as sharp as a knife. It must have been those feathers that cut off Ossivia's arm.
It had large, amber-colored eyes, but there wasn't much luster in them. There was a circle of black burn marks around its eyes. It was probably blind. It turned its head three hundred and sixty degrees, and then turned back three hundred and sixty degrees. It looked at Hoffa blankly. "Hey, I'm asking you a question. Do you see that snake? Do you see that big snake? "
Hoffa did not know this guy at all, but he could feel a similar aura from him. Maybe it was because his Animagus was a Thunderbird, so he had a natural affinity with birds.
Ossivia took off her cloak, revealing her tall and strong body. She slowly pulled Hoffa away with one hand. "You and Miranda go up. I'll take care of this."
"Do you want me to help you?" Hoffa said worriedly. "You've already lost an arm."
"No need," Ossivia said. "I lost an arm, and it's blind. We're evenly matched. The outcome is still unknown."
"But …" Hoffa still wanted to say something.
Ossivia coldly interrupted him. "You can't help me, and you shouldn't waste your energy on me. Remember your goal, defeat the Half-Human King. That's the best help you can give me. Do you understand? "
Hoffa saw some hope in Ossivia's eyes. That hope made his breathing heavy. He knew, just like that day when they talked alone, Ossivia hoped that he would become a pure and heartless person.
"I understand," he said.
Ossivia smiled, pressed Hoffa's chest, and pushed him away.
Then, she took out the wand from her hairpin with one hand and placed it on her broken arm. Her wand quickly changed shape, turning into a dark green arm with a metallic luster. She moved her new arm and said to the blind man, "Are you looking for me, Dragon Sparrow?"
This sentence was spoken in Snake language. When the Birdman heard this, all the metal feathers on its body immediately stood up. It opened its mouth and let out a roar that did not sound like a human's voice. It spread its wings, which looked like they were made of tens of thousands of sharp blades, and shot toward Osivia.
Hoffa did not want to watch the battle behind him. Dumbledore and Ossivia had both rejected his help because they were worried that he would not be able to defeat Silby with all his strength. Then, he only needed to defeat Silby and quickly get rid of these people.
.....
.....
After Ossivia left, only Hoffa and Miranda remained. The cold wind from high above blew on them. The spiral staircase led upward, and on all sides was a bottomless abyss. Just a glance was enough to make people who had a fear of heights tremble.
In the narrow passage, Huo Fa reached out and grabbed Miranda's hand. Miranda struggled for a moment but failed to break free, so he held Huo Fa's hand instead.
He now understood Silby's thoughts. Silby would constantly send people to stop him and separate the people around him until he could fight him alone. This was good. Hoffa thought, but what kind of opponent would Silby send to Miranda?
In the dream, he had met three people. One was Zorro, one was Thunder God Thor, and the last was Peter Pan.
Then, the people who corresponded to Zorro and Thunder God Thor had appeared. Who would be left?
Soon, he found out the answer.
After the two of them climbed up the spiral staircase for nearly a thousand meters, Miranda's hand became stiff in his palm, and her breathing became disordered until she stopped.
Hoffa looked at her worriedly and asked, "Are you okay?"
Miranda looked at the bottomless abyss and muttered, "Looks like I can only send you here."
"Why? I don't see your opponent." Hoffa looked around but did not see anyone.
"He's already here." Miranda's forehead was covered in cold sweat. "I have a feeling that if I lose, you won't see me again. If you lose, I won't see you again."
The cliff was very narrow, and she was very close to Hoffa when she spoke. Her breath burned Hoffa's heart. At the final moment of the battle, life and death were uncertain. Some principles were not so important. After all, they had sex before. He thought that at this moment in the movies, couples would probably kiss.
Thus, he lowered his head and kissed Miranda's lips.
Unexpectedly, the moment their lips touched, he heard Miranda say in a cold and disgusted voice, "But that's not bad."
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