Chapter 21

Only pure goal is the only reality.

Her words still reached Hoffa's ears, but he did not know how to respond.

At that moment, he seemed to be in a vacuum without gravity and matter. All around was dazzling white light, so that he could see nothing.

He doesn't know where his entity is. He doesn't know where he is. He doesn't even feel anything. It's weird and confusing.

The unknown experience made Hoffa flustered, but he immediately thought of what the masked man said to himself. Only the goal is the only reality.

His target is the phantom curse.

Magic body curse.

As soon as the idea arose, the white light around him immediately felt it.

One of the white lights separated from the surroundings and merged with Hoffa.

Disallusionment

several mysterious and complex syllables came into his mind, and he had not yet waited for him to distinguish the meaning of the spell carefully.

All of a sudden, the surrounding white light began to materialize, and gravity and matter began to appear.

Gradually, the white light dissipated and the surrounding scenery began to appear.

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Dang!

Dang!

A church bell chimed with the sound of birds fluttering into Hoffa's ear. There was a lot of noise and the wooden wheels were rolling.

The world is becoming clear.

When he got familiar with his surroundings, he found that he was not in the dark basement at all. He was not even in Hogwarts.

Hoffa is now standing on a busy street.

The sky was cloudless, and it was a sunny morning. From time to time in the street, there were black carriages pulled by four horses, and the old kerosene lamps on the carriages were jingling.

The last time Hoffa saw such a carriage was when he saw the Pirates of the Caribbean in his previous life.

People around them were wearing black high brimmed hats, suits and pocket watches. There were women in Victorian costumes on the street. They were wearing exaggerated but old pleated skirts and carrying baskets. They were like servants or cooks.

Around these cooks and coachmen, there are towering villas, high hall, magnificent gate, round arched window and corner stone, which are all elegant.

And the ornate and complicated inscriptions on the doorposts and window eaves, plus the high spires of the church in the distance. It's not 1938 at all. If it's 1839 or earlier, Hoffa can almost believe it.

On a closer look, Hoffa found that the body was not his own.

He is now wearing a dirty gray robe with a colorful feather necklace around his neck and bone beads around his wrist. She looks like a shaman.

And most of all, he became a black man... Like a black wizard who was sold to Europe by the slave trade.

Hoffa was stunned by the situation.

He tried to move, but he couldn't move at all.

The black wizard stood in the corner of the street, in the shadow of a tavern sign.

As if waiting for something.

At this time, a well-dressed old man came out of the villa across the street, and several grooms quickly opened the door for him.

After getting on, the carriage grunted away.

Just as the carriage left, "Hoffa" moved, completely out of control.

It seems that there are two souls in the black man's body, one is himself and the other is the original owner.

Hoffa has a little more understanding of the current situation. This perspective is like playing the first person shooting game, switching to the perspective of his teammates after his death.

However, what he experienced should be the memory of this black wizard.

The black man hurried to a villa along the street corner. He looked up at the high relief of the big house, and his eyes turned to an alley on the side of the street.

Then, seeing that there was no one around, he immediately climbed the relief of the villa and quickly climbed to the high place. Very agile.

Lying on the eaves of the window, the black wizard took out his wand (a strange curved wand, like a hook). I ordered the windows.

"Arahoe hole."

The window slammed open.

The black man went in without hesitation, and Hoffa, who watched all this, knew. This guy is a thief... A thief in the wizard.

There are many valuables in the room, such as gorgeous gold watch and exquisite porcelain on the fireplace.

Even on the floor of the room, there was a beautiful European woman lying on the floor. She was surrounded by fine silk and scattered empty wine bottles.

She is sleeping.

This should be the mistress of the old man who just got on the carriage. They used to play here before.But the black wizard didn't look at these things at all. Whether it was people or property, he quickly looked around for something more important.

Hoffa no longer pays attention to women after looking at them twice. Although women are good-looking, it is not uncommon for Hoffa who has experienced the 21st century.

He is more concerned about the current situation.

There is no doubt about it. The scroll that the masked man opened for himself at school was something like a Tom Riddle diary or a meditation basin.

It records the real event, and then allows itself to witness the event, the purpose is to convey a certain message to itself.

But what does it have to do with pursuing the magic body curse?

The black man searched for a long time, but he didn't find what he wanted.

Finally, he pulled out his wand and lit it around in the air. Bookshelves, China, floors, even the women on the floor.

Suddenly, as his wand touched a marble globe, it turned. The black wizard immediately put away his wand and lay on the globe and studied it carefully for a while.

Finally, he pushed hard, and the globe rattled.

There was a sudden rumble on the luxurious mahogany floor.

It's mechanism and secret door!

The secret door was dark, deep, and seemed to lead to an unknown area.

As the door opened, the drunken woman on the floor began to wake up slowly, but the black wizard didn't notice. He was a little excited.

He walked quickly to the secret door. Light up the wand, but when the wand lights up.

Goo!

A low roar came from the dark tunnel.

A sense of extreme danger appeared.

It's weird. This feeling comes directly from Hoffa's heart, as if he was a black wizard. He didn't know what was going on, just subconsciously wanted to step back.

At this moment, the control of the black wizard's body came to Hoffa's hands, and he stepped back.

That's it.

The air engine is locked instantly.

Then, a huge scarlet tongue nearly five meters long came out of the darkness and penetrated the black wizard's chest, which was also Hoffa's chest.

A huge and real pain swept through Hoffa's mind, this is not fake! This is for real!

He was stabbed in the chest!

The blood gushed out.

Black wizard, no, Hoffa fell to the ground.

A woman's scream of horror came from her ear, and the sound of the broken wine bottle made her eyes dark.

Hoffa didn't have time to think. He just breathed out and died instantly.

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It could be a second, it could be a century.

Dang!

Dang!

A church bell chimed with the sound of birds fluttering into Hoffa's ears. People around talked and the wheels turned.

Hoffa woke up from the pain.

In front of us, there are still busy streets and sunny mornings.

The driver of the black carriage rattled past. The kerosene lamp of the carriage rattled. One side of the early kitchen with a basket in the street on the wooden stand bargaining vegetables.

It's a calm day-to-day scene.

Hoffa was stunned. What happened?

The scene of just inexplicable death is still fresh in my mind, the kind of blood flowing out from his chest, the sense of powerlessness is so real, and the despair brought by the pain still blocks his chest.

He wanted to breathe, but found he couldn't.

Because the control of the black man's body is no longer his own, "he" stands under the wooden sign of the tavern and looks around with gloomy eyes.

More let him despair things happened, in front of the luxurious villa door. An old man with a big stomach pushed out the door. He was dressed like a Muggle congressman, with a blue hangover on his face and the displeasure of getting up early to work.

Then he got in, closed the door, and the carriage left.

As the old man left, the black wizard moved. He walked into the alley. As like as two peas.

Damn it!

Hoffa wants to stop it, but he doesn't know how to stop this guy from dying because there is no entity at all.

In the lane, the black wizard reached for the bulge of the Roman column and quickly climbed up. Hoffa was in a hurry. He couldn't speak or do anything. He had to watch.

"Arahoe hole." The black man took out his wand and opened the window again.

The wizard jumps into the room. The room is the same as before. The scattered wine bottles, the beautiful women, the posture of looking up and down, and even the saliva at the corner of the mouth are the same

The black wizard found the globe and opened the tunnel.

The deep roar reappeared.

Yes, in this moment.Control is in Hoffa's hands.

"I'm Cao!"

After a national curse, Hoffa subconsciously runs away and tries to jump out of the window. He doesn't want to experience another heart piercing pain.

But it didn't work out.

The thick red tongue still came out of the dark tunnel, caught up with Hoffa in a flash, and nailed him to the windowsill like lightning.

The woman screamed and the sound of the broken bottle faded away.

GG。

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Dang!

Dang!

The church bell rang again, and Hoffa returned to his starting position.

In front of us are still busy streets.

A chatting cook.

A driver in a hurry.

Hoffa didn't react much for a moment.

As the bedridden old congressman stepped into the carriage, the black wizard took Hoffa into the shadow of death.

"Damn it

Hoffa understood completely. He was so angry that he wanted to curse his mother.

This is a real somatosensory game!

Damn, no one in the 21st century has developed anything. These witches were invented in 1938.

There is no doubt that in the whole process of the scene, you will get about 3 seconds of control.

Within 3 seconds, you have to make the right response and choice to change death. Otherwise, I will experience the pain of death again and again.

The masked man said that she should bear the consequences. What magic props did she use for herself? The diary of Riedel in the original book has no such effect.

What's more, what's the madman who keeps a huge magical creature in the villa? What's the black wizard trying to steal. Is he really dead or alive in the end?

But this series of questions is unanswered.

As the black wizard climbed up to the villa, he opened the windowsill. After entering the room and handling the mechanism, control came to Hoffa again.

Life and death in a flash.

The roar sounded in the dark passage.

Hoffa is not a fool, he immediately thought of himself in the white light, that inexplicable voice to remind himself of the curse - relief.

The feeling of danger made his scalp explode, but this time, Hoffa did not choose to escape, he directly controlled the black wizard to draw out his wand.

"Disraement!"

At this moment, the magic came out of the wand and began to flow all over Hoffa's body, as if a basin of cold water was flowing down his head.

Hoffa's figure began to blur. This spell is the magic body curse.

But it's a pity that Hoffa, who used the magic body spell for the first time, was not proficient in many syllables and movements.

He didn't really sneak up, just blurred his body.

But the red tongue seemed to be affected by magic. It staggered and went straight through Hoffa's left rib, penetrating Hoffa's lung and stomach.

Stay for a second, through the lung out of the tongue lightning back.

This is really painful!!

Hoffa's tears came out. He took a breath and fell to his knees. Instinctively, he covers the big hole in his chest and gasps. Like a broken Gong, stomach acid is seeping into his chest. He will die of suffocation and poisoning. It's more painful than death...

next to him, the woman howled and threw everything she could see at Hoffa.

Then, in the blurring line of sight.

He saw a huge lizard crawling out of the dark corridor. Its head was the size of a car, three protruding eyes, and its body was covered with inverted scales, like a cold chameleon.

The next second, the lizard opens its mouth, rolls its tongue, and drags Hoffa into the mouth full of sharp teeth