Chapter 62

Push the door open.

On top of the tower, Miranda sat cross knee in the middle of the stone column, as if waiting for something.

When she saw Hoffa push open the door of the tower, she just gave him a cold glance. She didn't wear glasses, her face was pale and gloomy, and her body was black.

It's a precursor to her transformation.

The air is full of the pressure of wind and rain, the dust on the ground is all suspended in the air, the terrible magic wave, suffocating pressure.

Miranda ignored Hoffa, she just calmly looked at the distance of the Quidditch stadium, watching the crowd there.

Hoffa walked slowly up to her. With each step, the pressure in the air became stronger. When he stood in front of Miranda's stone pillar, the air was as thick as butter, and he could hardly breathe.

"Miranda."

Hoffa looked up and said, "come back with me."

Her gloomy face suddenly thawed for a second. She said gently with a smile, "goshak taught you a lesson. Now are you trying out the results on me?"

Hoffa shook his head and put away his wand. He raised his hands.

"Your grandfather asked me to bind you with magic, but I always thought it was wrong."

Miranda regained her gloom and said nothing.

"I don't want to fight you, Miranda. Don't be willful. Come back with me."

"Willful?" Miranda sat high and said calmly, "do you know what I think? This school, from the headmaster to the professors, is a complete war criminal.

They send those innocent witches to participate in the war, those meaningless and unjust wars. They've killed countless people, but nothing has changed. I tried my best to stop all this, but you said I was just willful. Do you think I'm Draconis? "

"It's not up to us, Miranda!"

Hoffa said against the violent magic energy in the air: "the conflict of witches will never end, and the conflict of human beings will never end. You can't stop this. "

Miranda turned her head slowly, her expression changed a lot, sometimes regretting the pain, sometimes cold and gloomy.

Hoffa is standing where he is, waiting for Miranda to win another personality.

Unfortunately, in front of the girl finally no longer tangled, her expression fluctuations gradually disappeared, she became as gloomy and pale as that night.

The surrounding mental field changes abruptly, and Hoffa feels that his mental field is compressed sharply.

He knew that the other party was no longer Miranda, she had become another person.

He stood up and looked down at Hoffa, playing with his wand. It asked:

"I want to destroy this school, do you have any opinion?"

"Yes."

"What does it have to do with you? I can take you to a better place. "

"This is where I go to school. It's that simple."

"Even if it becomes a chess piece."

"My choice has nothing to do with you."

Miller was silent for a moment, and then he threw his wand to the ground like garbage.

In this second, the pressure in the air increased sharply, Hoffa's shoulder became lower, and every inch of the ground of the observatory was like being hit by a giant hammer, with tiny cracks.

The other side's face became blurred, and his facial features disappeared into his mouth. Miller opened his fingers.

"Bach, do you know why you live? The dark new star will slowly rise, he will bring unprecedented changes to the world, I give you one last chance... "

Hoffa:" shut up, Nietzsche! "

The silence lasted for a second.

Tick.

"Phosphor bullets!" As soon as it shakes its hand, the blue high-temperature fireball takes shape rapidly and goes straight to Hoffman.

Hoffa did not hesitate to escape into the state of ghost walking. Behind him, the violent explosion made the whole astronomical tower begin to shake.

In the gray world, everything around was in chaos and madness in the explosion. Miller stood on high, his robes dancing wildly and motionless.

In Hoffa's hands, the wand turned into a huge lion's fist. At his feet, he was padded by rows of stone steps, running higher and higher.

Miller saw Hoffa disappear, tilted his head, and himself disappeared into the air in a flash.

Magic body curse?

Hoffa looked coldly ahead. It disappeared into the real world, but not into the shadow world. Its body can be seen clearly in the gray and white world.

Stride forward, faster and faster.

Hoffa hit him in the belly and made him bend down. Without leaving a hand, he made him sneak.

But this time, it was not as fragile as before. It grabbed Hoffa's arm fiercely and knocked his head heavily!

Hoffa is like being hit by a huge rock, flying three meters straight out and falling off a stone pillar. The sharp protrusion of the ring pulled a scratch on the ground.damn!

Hoffa got up from the ground in a daze and wiped his nose blood. His mind turned quickly and made him wake up from his dizziness.

The guy on the stone column jumped heavily and landed like a body made of steel.

It took a step forward and strode forward. But Hoffa stares sideways and reaches for his fist.

Broken grip!

Boom!

Two huge stone slabs were lifted from the ground, slamming Miller in the middle.

The suppression only lasted for a moment, and the slate cracked countless lines, and then exploded. It's as if Hoffa didn't control a person, but a pack of high explosives.

Hoffa couldn't help retreating three steps in a row because of the strong wind of the explosion. His secret way was not good. It's the wrong person.

Sure enough, the next second, whispered.

"Still looking around?"

The real Miller is behind him.

His whole right arm was turned into an ice spear and stabbed heavily.

Hoffa's pupils contracted to the tip of a needle, and the fist on his arm rapidly turned into a sharp shield.

Dong!

There are contradictions.

Hoffakan blocked the dangerous blow.

"Do you have enough magic?" During the confrontation, Miller firmly "stares" at Hoffa.

Hoffa grinned.

Ghost walk!

The spear passed through Hoffa's body and hit the ground.

Miller stepped back quickly and began the countdown.

However, in the shadow world, Hoffa does not hesitate to take a sip of the recovery potion. The fierce potion enters the body like a needle of magic adrenaline.

When he came out of the shadow world, Miller put his hands together.

Countless stones on the ground, a snake head out of the ground, trying to entangle Hoffa, but the next second Hoffa escaped into the shadow.

Miller did not expect Hoffa to use the ghost walk twice in a row. He reacts very quickly and removes the magic with a wave of his hand.

"Triple Iron Guard!"

A line of armored guards came down from the sky, trying to stop Hoffa's attack.

Use the old move.

This time, I didn't wait for the three armored guards to close their shields.

With a wave of Hoffa's hand, the wand turned into a soft whip full of barbs. The whip flashed out of nothingness, passed through the gap of the shield, and bound Miller layer upon layer.

Keep him still.

Hoffa walked through the ghost, ten meters apart.

The changing steel whip of the wand broke straight.

"Don't try to control me!"

Miller roared, and his whole body blazed with pale flames. The rubble under its feet turned into red magma.

The fury of magic made Hoffa's hair and clothes begin to burn and bend. Hoffa felt the pain from his wand, which could not suppress each other.

Hold on, man!

Hoffa clenched the whip, his eyes suddenly widened, and meditation worked.

The spirit quickly infiltrates the ground.

Broken grip!

Boom!

The debris on the surface of the observatory surges, and pairs of stone hands mixed with magma come out from the ground. One stone hand catches Miller, and the stone hand is smashed by Miller's mental field in an instant.

But then there were two, three, four, five... Ten... Twenty!

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Thick smoke filled the air.

Countless pairs of stone hands were covered layer upon layer to suppress Miller. It's under the rock, and it can only see one head.

It's trapped.

Hoffa coughed twice, took back his wand, poured down the magic recovery potion again, and walked slowly to Miller under the gravel.

"Master's magic you have learned." Bound tightly, Miller said hoarsely, "it's a deformation genius."

"That's enough, Miranda. Don't sink any more. It's not right!" Said Hoffa, pale.

"No? Hum Hum Miller began to laugh strangely, and his voice was as bloody as a cuckoo.

"You Miller struggled with his head down.

Nearly ten meters high stonecutters began to sway, but they were unable to suppress Miller. Hoffa's eyes widened in horror.

"Why do you stand on the moral high ground and tell me what to do..." Miller growled hoarsely.

"Do you know what I've been through!"

With a roar, he suddenly raised his head and looked at Hoffa. The stone hands on the body are smashed.

The dark mental field is overwhelming.

Boom!!

Hoffa felt as if he had been hit by a speeding locomotive!

Miller rushed out and turned himself into a dark shadow, holding Hoffa firmly to the ground.

The violent shock made Hoffa black in front of his eyes, and the other side directly dragged his spirit into the dreamland.At this moment, the spiritual fields of the two witches are intertwined.

The tide of dark energy drags Hoffa down.

Once again, he seems to be walking in a dark corridor, as well as walking in the deep sea, there is no hope around. Despair, depression, darkness. There was a double faced man in front of him.

"Want to know the truth?"

Asked the man, both crying and laughing.

Hoffa couldn't speak, and the intense dark nightmare made his consciousness a little fuzzy.

Two people's mental field entangled together, falling on a broken old dark street.

(here, Hoffa sees a handsome middle-aged man kneeling on one knee in front of a little girl. The middle-aged man is grindevo.

Greendevo: "if you want to know the truth, you have to make sacrifices. Would you like to stop all conflicts? "

Miranda: let's go

Grindevo puts his hand on Miranda's head, and then the scene is quickly shrouded in ink like darkness, in which Hoffa falls again.

(this time, he falls on an island that he saw in the book of the incantations. Unlike what we saw last time, this time, the situation suddenly reversed. Instead, grindevo was bound high in the sky by gravel.

He was bound, but he still laughed: "the wizard is still human after all. It's better to control human itself than to control magic, which is a dead thing. Are you right?"

Deepert: "what are you trying to say?"

"I want to say." Grindevo said with a smile, "goodbye."

As his voice fell.

A touch of silver flashed by.

A sharp knife came from an unknown place and came out of Armando dipert's right rib.

In the spatter of blood, dipert turned his head in shock, and the crowd screamed out.

"No!"

A figure stood behind dipert and stabbed him with a sharp knife.

"Your ideas are out of date, professor."

Nimon, wearing a mask, says calmly.)

Before Hoffa had a moment of horror.

He fell again.

(this time, it's extremely dark, almost invisible. There are only two people in the black fog.

Nemon: "father, England is not your place. I do it all for the family. "

ADBE goshak: "all I do is for the benefit of more people, for the order of the world."

With that, goshak raises his wand to his son.)

All the pictures are gone.

Hoffa's mental field is also completely eroded by the darkness, as if he became a young Miranda at this moment, and experienced the extremely dark past with her.

The double faced man lay on Hoffa's back and murmured, "see, in this chaotic, crazy world, my father, my family... Are all victims, victims of wizard conflicts... Now, you can still speak in front of me with high sounding. You know me... Don't you think I'm right? "

"Do you dare to say that my behavior is wrong? I'm not wrong... The wizard's conflict must stop at all costs... "

gradually, Miller's voice drifted away.

Return to nothingness.

There's only darkness around!

It's too dark to melt!.

The negative energy is flooding his soul, his body. The pressure is increasing, making him unable to breathe, as if falling in the deep Mariana Trench.

He finally understood everything.

Why does goshak choose to hide from himself.

He finally understood why he was always avoiding the topic.

I also know why indor is so angry with goshak.

Goshak killed his son himself.

Because of the war.

Because of betrayal.

Because of the conflict between witches.

In family and position.

He chose the position, he chose the school.

Hoffa finally understood that it was not his grandfather, or even Hogwarts, that Miranda hated.

What she hates is the war itself, the conflict between witches.

The shadow of the past haunted her and made her unable to extricate herself.

The little girl, like the monster she saw on the bridge that herheim passed by, humped the heavy stone and struggled forward.

He understood everything. He understood what Miranda hated the most.

But this time, he didn't flinch. He didn't sympathize with Miranda, and he didn't shake because of the other person's words.

He thought of what Thunderbird said to himself in the underworld. If you don't let go of the past, how can you face the new life calmly.This time, he finally understood Talas's choice.

More than a year's life flashed like a mirror.

Hoffa forced himself to open his mouth from the nightmare and said in a trembling voice:

"mi... Lan... Da..."

every time he said a word, his tongue felt as heavy as a thousand.

"Although... Your past is very dark, extremely dark!"

"But..."

Hoffa swallowed.

"But."

Shaking, he clenched his wand, and the light began to appear, then crackling from his left hand to his whole body.

"But

Hoffa opened his electric eyes.

In the extremely dark spiritual world.

A flash of light suddenly appeared!

"But! Miranda! "

Hoffa growled.

The light turned into a giant sword more than 40 meters long!

He held up the blade and roared with all his strength:

"people!"

"Live in the moment!!"