Chapter 298
"So?"
Hoffa frowned.
"So I want to do something for the master, I want to launch Dark Mark to declare this great moment!" Barty Jr. said enthusiastically in the Black Forest.
Hoffa opened her mouth wide, and gradually remembered, this Barty Jr. is obviously the kind of star fanboy of later generations. He didn’t see many Young Masters and didn’t have much brain. . Shows a high degree of identity and centripetal force to the group to which he belongs, and shows a high degree of hatred and hostility to other groups. On the one hand, he tries his best to hold the person he likes high, and on the other hand, he does not care whether he has the strength to be stable. That location. But after all, what he maintained was not Voldemort at all, but his own fragile self-esteem.
If at this time, a Dark Mark is sent from a place like this, wouldn’t it be that the extremely weak Voldemort would be pushed to the target of the public? Originally, the Ministry of Magic believed that he was dead. Roar-I'm not dead yet, come to me!
Hoffa is a shivered, he must not let this stupid launch Dark Mark, this will simply make his plan more difficult to achieve.
"You dare! !"
Hoffa snorted suddenly, and Barty Jr. sat down on the ground in fright.
However, just when he was ready to kill this guy and completely extinguish Barty Jr.'s dangerous thoughts.
pa pa pa ......
There are rapid footsteps in the distance.
He immediately turned his head and saw a strange man wearing a pleated Scottish highland skirt and a South American cloak rushing out of the jungle.
I haven't waited for Hoffa to react to this.
Boom! !
There was another clear gunshot from behind.
The man in a kilt fell to the ground.
Only then did Hoffa recognize it. Isn't this person the Ministry of Magic Official who received him into the Quiddich world cup camp in the morning?
He rushed over and helped the man up. I saw him trembling all over, and was hit by a bullet behind his back, and the location of his wound was blowing out strange green smoke.
"What's wrong with you?" Hoffa asked in shock.
"If you fall asleep, you will die...you will die if you fall asleep!!"
The man grabbed his arm tightly with a grim expression. Trembling lips repeated: "Sleeping...dead...sleeping...dead..."
"What? You What are you talking about?" Hoffa didn't understand.
His eyes widened and there was no sound.
"Hello? Hello? What happened?"
Hoffa shook him vigorously, but the man's body was shaken by him, at a speed visible to naked eye It disintegrated, first his back, second his arms, and finally his head, all turned into debris and dust under the erosion of the wound on his back.
He lifts the head abruptly, and in the fog of the night, a guy who was dressed almost the same as when the theater was destroyed, was standing in the fog. He wears a metal birdcage on his head, wears an incomparably old black military uniform, is skinny and holds a pistol.
This kind of weird person, Hoffa sucked in a breath of cold air.
He has seen this kind of weird dress in the memory of the Nightmare God. Those who were controlled by Silby fifty years ago are in this kind of dress. Are they coming for themselves? Or is it that I have not returned home for a long time, which has caused the world timeline to collapse?
In the mist, the man with the birdcage fired a shot, without the slightest hesitation, turning the gun head, facing Barty Jr. who was in a daze on the open ground, and pulled the trigger again.
Boom! !
Breaking out the green rays of light bullets.
Hoffa's face changed, he kicked Barty Jr. without the slightest hesitation leg raised, and then rushed towards the person in the mist.
A shot was missed, and the weird man with the bird cage was flew out by Hoffa and hit the ground heavily.
"Who you are!?"
Hoffa picked him up. The weight of the man is not even fifty kilograms, which is very light.
"Savior (German)"
The man wearing a weird birdcage said in a tranquil voice.
"Did you burn my theater?"
Hoffa asked sharply.
"hmph hum."
The eyes of the man in the cage showed deep disdain, looking at him with foolish eyes, and then his body quickly swelled, like inflating The same.
Hoffa felt bad, and threw him away like an electric shock.
The man's body exploded in the distance.
I saw a violent green light flashed, without the slightest sound, the trees within a radius of tens of meters, the tent, and the man himself, all turned into dust and drifted down slowly.
Hoffa frowned and walked near the clearing. The billowing green smoke eroded the ground and made a bang.
Soon, the dust and smoke dispersed, and there was nothing but a bombed crooked birdcage that fell on the ground with a radius of tens of meters. There was some green smoke slowly.
He just touched the bird cage a little with his hand, and the smoke corroded his hand into pits, and he retracted his palm with pain.
It's dead, it's that simple?
Hoffa looked at her palm and thought of that guy's disdainful smile before he died, always feeling that things were not that simple.
So he spread his wings behind his back, and in the face of Barty Jr.'s hell, he soared into the sky and came to the height of several hundred meters.
In the whistling Welsh night sky, he closed his eyes and was covered by his spirit strength within a few kilometers.
Cheering crowd, shuttle broomstick, and... hundreds of men holding torch in the mist. They are standing outside the Quiddich stadium, one every 100 meters, holding a torch, and waiting quietly.
Hoffa opened his eyes and sucked in a breath of cold air.
He couldn't help but think of what happened in the theater last time. He was a kid in the theater. Attracted a bunch of muggles who wanted to get undeservedly, but they were taken in one pot. Thousands of people have all turned into dust, and skeleton doesn't exist. The muggles don’t even know that someone has died or disappeared.
And this time...There are hundreds of guys who are also dressed up, and they surrounded the Quiddich stadium of Norwegian University. Only then did he realize that maybe the self-destruct man just now was not rushing I came by myself, but where there are more people, I am a terrorist through and through.
Damn it!
Thinking that Harry Potter, Voldemort's target, was still watching the game, he did not dare to hesitate. After landing on the ground, he rushed to the stadium. When passing by Barty Jr., he instructed Barty Jr. In one sentence, "Find a place to hide yourself."
"Mr. Bach? Mr. Bach! Where are you going?"
Barty Jr. called out anxiously behind him:" When are you going to take me to see the master?"
Hoffa didn't answer, he untied the shining vines, and then he blinked and disappeared.
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"Now the two go hand in hand! Who will win!?"
"It's near, it's near!"
"Oh no, Lynch fell to the ground!"
"Golden snitch, Victor Krum caught the golden snitch , My goodness, my goodness!!"
"The Irish team has won!"
In the stadium, the victory has been divided, Ludo.Bagman shouted frantically and blankly, "Krum caught the golden snitch, but the Irish team won-my God, I don't think anyone expected it to end like this!!"
The scoreboard flashed on the scoreboard, Bulgaria: 160, Ireland: 170, and the audience does not seem to realize what is going on. Then, slowly, as if a jumbo jet was accelerating, the voices of the Irish team’s supporters grew louder and louder, and finally there were countless shouts of joy.
"Now, the Irish team members are accompanied by their mascot around the field, and the Quiddich world cup trophy is sent to the top box!" Bagman said in a voice like Hong Zhong.
The players of the Irish team danced with joy, and their mascot threw showers of gold coins at them. Flags were waving everywhere in the stadium, the rays of light flashed from the camera, and the Irish national anthem sounded from all directions.
Hoffa walked past a group of fanatical fans waving flags with anxiety and came to Nicholas Flamel.
Nicholas Flamel saw him coming and got up from his chair excitedly, "Boy, did you see the last scene? It's so exciting, with twists and turns, I didn't rewrite the game when I grabbed a snitch!"
"How long does it take for the carrion to be poisonous?"
Hoffa pressed Nicholas Flamel's shoulder without saying a word.
"Huh?" Nicholas Flamel was confused, "What did you say?"
Hoffa reached out and handed the twisted iron birdcage to Nicholas Flamel's nose. At this moment , The cage was still surrounded by a faint green smoke, the smoke contacted his skin, making a zi zi sound, constantly corroding his skin, but it was quickly repaired by the Blood Race ability.
After seeing the bird cage, Nicholas Flamel's expression gradually changed from exhilaration in the carnival to consternation, and finally to fear. He slumped down on the chair, his face was deathly white, and his forehead was cold and sweaty.
Hoffa: "I was outside just now, and someone self-destruct attacked me. There was no ashes left after blasting a radius of tens of meters. Is this carrion poison?"
Nicholas Flamel stared at him blankly.
Hoffa angrily said, "Speak, how long will it take for the carrion poison to erupt? Will the entire stadium be poisoned?"
Nicholas Flamel was yelled at by Hoffa. He roared and woke up, he wiped the cold sweat from his head and shook his head, "No...impossible...poisoning one hundred thousand people, there is no such thing in the world..."
"Then what is this?"
"I...I haven't studied, I haven't studied, maybe not, but it feels a bit like the alchemical nature of carrion poison. ...."
While speaking, the team members of the Bulgarian and Irish teams finished accepting the prizes, and the crowds rushed out of the Quiddich stadium. Flying across the top of his head, waving the lantern in his hand, quacking and laughing.
Oops!
Think of hundreds of terrorists waiting outside the Quiddich stadium.
Hoffa is secretly crying out, if it's not carrion poison, is it going to blow people up directly?
He dragged Nicholas Flamel to the top box without the slightest hesitation, but when he returned to the top box, Harry Potter and the others had already left. Then look down through the top glass of the corridor. Good guy, every 100 meters outside the stadium, there are grand carnivals.
In the center of the carnival, there are a few exposed women waving Irish flags. They are lifted by a few powerful men and thrown high into the sky.
In the air, the woman's body suddenly turned into countless brilliant gold coins and flowers, scattered towards all directions.
While the onlookers wizard didn't know what happened, just blindly immersed in the carnival at the end of the finals and the stimulation of gold coin, squatted down and grabbed money noisily.
Hoffa's face is white behind the top glass. In his opinion, there is a picture of beautiful women turning into money. It is clear that black clothed men wearing bird cages burst into the crowd. .
The silent green light flickered, and hundreds of lives were taken away in the blink of an eye. Those who thought they were robbing money did not make the slightest sound, and they evaporated to ashes.
It happened that the ashes under the packaging of some kind of transfiguration turned into more eye-catching flowers and gold coins, which made people not aware of the horror at all. Instead, they flooded up, hehe haha laughed. .
Under the night sky, countless silver light spots are flying, and they are souls that do not know the so-called.
Nicholas. Flamel was frightened by the tragic scene and sat on the ground. Hoffa also barely held the glass to prevent him from falling. He has been alive for the first time since he was so grandiose. , And extremely concealed way of killing.
Silent slaughter! ! !
"What to do? What to do?"
Nicholas Flamel out of one's wits climbed up from the ground, "This way... this way, this way down Harry Potter Will die, Barty Jr. may die too!"
Hoffa closed her eyes, bit her lip, and calmed herself down:
"Someone is using transfiguration to change the environment , He turned the horrible explosion into beautiful fireworks. If the source of magic is not found, here.....here.....maybe 100,000 people may be killed silently..... .The source of transfiguration must be found!"
"Cage, the cage!"
Nicholas .Flamel suddenly pointed to the iron bird cage in Hoffa's hand and shouted: "That It is a cage worn by people fifty years ago, and can share dreams."
Share dreams?
Hoffa without the slightest hesitation put the incomplete cage on his head.
Crack! !
As if the soul was hit by a giant hammer.
A crack appeared in his unified spirit.
The huge invisible eyes suddenly opened behind him.
Some familiar breath quickly wrapped around him, that breath he had experienced once many, many years ago, it was something that made people crazy, empty, desperate, and tearing everything apart. Breath-the dragon of nothingness.
The most tragic past events have risen in the mind. Hoffa jerked off the cage. He looked at the top in disbelief. The breath came from the highest point of the Quiddich stadium.
"Grindelwald!?"
The monstrous hatred rise in the mind.
He had six wings on his back and crashed into the dome of the top box of the Quiddich stadium.
Under the huge moon.
Above the smooth, mirror-like stadium roof, a man with his head locked in a cage sit cross-legged at the highest point.
He was skinny and wore a shabby black robe, and his white hair fell from his shoulders like a waterfall, and it vented into a stream on the ground.
Although he has aged a lot and has not seen him for many years, Hoffa recognized him at a glance.
And he opened his eyes, slightly smiled:
"long time no see, Bach."